Little Mr. is one hundred years old

New Beijing Hotel.

Qing Huan was sitting at a table by the window in the restaurant on the first floor of the hotel—almost all the people in this restaurant were brightly dressed men and women. When Qing Huan, a student, came in, the waiter was still a little suspicious. I ordered a few signature desserts without looking at them to rest assured-the restaurant of Xinjing Hotel is semi-open, but people other than hotel guests come to dine, and the same meal is much more expensive.

Sitting directly opposite Qing Huan was a young girl, wearing a tight-fitting black windbreaker, with black hair coiled on her head, light makeup on her face, elegant temperament, but her complexion was not very good, and her eyes were a little red and swollen—— She was sending messages with her hair lowered, her fingers painted with purple nail polish moved quickly, but her expression was tense, and she seemed a little irritable.Perhaps because she felt Qing Huan's gaze, she raised her head, and Qing Huan immediately looked away - it would be embarrassing to really meet her gaze.

Qing Huan didn't wait long, and Lou Zhao arrived about 15 minutes later. Of course, he didn't come alone, there were still several people behind him, surrounding him like stars around the moon, and the people in the restaurant couldn't help it. I took a few more glances.

"Sorry, sir, I kept you waiting." The bodyguard next to Lou Zhao pulled away the chair, and he sat down, and the bodyguards sat down separately on the seats not far away, although they all pretended to be nonchalant , but the peripheral vision in the corner of his eyes is always paying attention to the movement around him.

Qing Huan glanced at those bodyguards: "I really want to know how many enemies you have outside."

"I said, I regret my life."

At this time, the waiter came forward, and a bodyguard tried to stand up, but Lou Zhao stopped him with a look.

"Sir, would you like something to order?"

"Didn't eat lunch," Lou Zhao smiled and looked at Qing Huan, "Do you mind having lunch with me?"

"Whatever, it's a holiday anyway, I have plenty of time." Qing Huan said indifferently.

"Nordic Seafood Soup (Nordic Seafood Soup), Mediterranean Cream Matsutake with Wild Truffle (Provence Charcoal Grilled Cod with Fried Foie Gras and Black Currants), Florence Black Pepper Beef with Macaroni (Florentine Black Pepper Beef Macaroni)," Lou Zhao glanced at the dessert Qing Huan was eating: "This one seems like good."

"SnowPearPuddingwithChocolateMousse (Pear Pudding with Fresh Chocolate Mousse), would you like some, sir?"

"Okay, that's all." Lou Zhao asked Qing Huan again: "Do you want something?"

"No, I'm enough."

After the waiter left, Lou Zhao said, "Tell me, how did you know that Jiao Qiyun entrusted Shengwei to us."

"Do you know what he entrusted you to escort?"

"What is it?"

"I kept those things in the first place, and they finally returned to their original owners." Qing Huan said, "Among them is the white jade double dragon vase."

"It turns out that the old man you mentioned is him..." Lou Zhao pondered: "No wonder he attaches so much importance to those things, and insists on keeping them in his bedroom..."

"Did you find anything unusual?" Qing Huan asked.

"I asked the person who handled this case, and they said that Mr. Jiao is a little nervous and very sensitive. They would be scolded if they took a second look. They accidentally smashed a glass door when they were carrying it. He was so nervous. …Thinking about it now, it should be because I am afraid that those treasures will be spied on by someone with a heart.”

"If they were all placed in his bedroom, how did the murderer transport them away? It can't be done by one person, besides, several people are moving around the hotel with large things, there must be someone See, this is very unreasonable."

Lou Zhao nodded: "I have checked out the hotel's surveillance video, and I didn't find anything suspicious."

"Did you pull out the video tape?" Qing Huan raised her eyebrows: "Don't tell me, this hotel is owned by Hongwei?"

"Of course not," Lou Zhao smiled and put his arms on the back of the chair, with a chic posture: "This is the property of a family friend of mine named Wei, and it's just a matter of one sentence."

"In this case..." Qing Huan slightly lowered his voice, "Can you take me to the scene of the murder?"

Lou Zhao's hands paused, and he stroked his hair: "Since you have already spoken, can I say no?"

After Lou Zhao finished his lunch, the two of them went to take the elevator together. It just so happened that the girl in the black windbreaker was also going upstairs. When the elevator door opened, the girl was allowed to go in first, followed by Qing Huan. And Lou Zhao, and finally Lou Zhao's bodyguards.

Qing Huan pressed the button for the 23rd floor, and at the same time heard the soft voice of the girl in the corner of the elevator pleading: "Please press the 22nd floor for me, thank you."

Because of the presence of outsiders, Qing Huan couldn't discuss the case with Lou Zhao, so the elevator was quiet.Until the 22nd floor, the girl got out of the elevator.

On the 23rd floor, this floor has now been emptied, and all the residents have moved to other floors.

Lou Zhao asked the bodyguards to wait outside, and he and Qing Huan crossed the yellow cordon and entered the room together - the room card was sent to the bodyguards after he said hello.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw a large pool of bright red blood on the white wool carpet. I can imagine the tragedy at that time.

"He should have been lying on the floor at the time." Lou Zhao said, "According to the human form, he should be lying on his stomach."

Qing Huan looked around, as expected of a luxurious suite, the decorations and decorations inside were all imported boutiques, the room was very large, and it was divided into several compartments, which was very interesting, and the material used for the partition glass door was also The best glass, seemingly crystal clear, is actually not see-through.If this kind of glass is broken, it should be difficult to repair. If the hotel inspection is strict, it can only be scrapped...

Qing Huan recalled Lou Zhao's words just now, subconsciously looking at the glass door - no...

Lou Zhao watched Qing Huan look at the glass doors one by one, not letting go of the front and back, and asked doubtfully, "Xiao Mister, what are you doing?"

"Help me see if there are any broken places on these glass doors."

"Scratches?" Lou Zhao was puzzled.

"It's what you said before, the security guard of your company accidentally broke the glass when he was moving things..."

After being reminded by Qing Huan, Lou Zhao searched carefully, but he searched carefully for every piece of glass door—all intact, not to mention broken, just without any scratches.

Qing Huan leaned against the wall, was silent for a while, and asked, "Are all the hotel rooms here exactly the same?"

"Rooms of the same size are indeed the same."

"I think we need to watch the tape again."

"Let's go." Lou Zhao didn't hesitate.

The two of them took the elevator downstairs together, and it turned out that by a coincidence, the elevator stopped on the 22nd floor, and it was the girl who came in—seeing their awkward expressions, she nodded and pressed the button on the 1st floor. button.

There was silence in the elevator.

On the first floor, the girl walked out quickly and walked towards the hotel gate—at this moment, a woman in a foreman uniform stopped her—

"Miss Jiao, I want to tell you about your current room reservation."

The girl was a little impatient: "I will talk about it when I come back, and I will pay the rent." After finishing speaking, she left without looking back.

Qing Huan stood aside and read: "Miss Jiao... surnamed Jiao?"