Little Mr. is one hundred years old

"This Miss Jiao is also pitiful. I came with my father, but something happened to my father. Hey..." the foreman sighed.

"Don't Ms. Jiao and Mr. Jiao live on the first floor?" Qing Huan asked.

"I live on the first floor, and I live next door." The foreman asked doubtfully, "Is there any problem?"

"The layout of Room 22 on the 03nd floor is the same as that of the two rooms on the 23rd floor?" Lou Zhao asked.

"It's the same, they are all presidential suites."

"Who is the guest on the 22nd floor?"

"This... I want to check first." The foreman picked up the intercom and talked to the front desk: "Xiao Zheng, can you help me find out who the guest on the 22nd floor is? ... Well, okay, I see."

"How about it?"

"That Mr. Lin is also from Taiwan. He checked in a day earlier than Mr. Jiao and the others, and he hasn't checked out yet."

Qing Huan and Lou Zhao looked at each other without saying a word.

The monitor video tapes on each floor are separate. They pulled out the video tapes of the two floors. Sure enough, yesterday afternoon, Shengwei's security moved things into Room 22 on the 03nd floor. At that time, Jiao Qiyun and his daughter were there. , but later they went downstairs together, and it was already night when they came up again. The elevator reached the 23rd floor. At that time, Jiao Qiyun seemed to have drunk too much, and his daughter called a waiter to take him back to the room together.

"This waiter is called Xiao Jiang, and he left with Ms. Jiao," said the foreman.

"Is there anything unusual about Mr. Jiao's room at that time?"

"No, the policeman has also asked about it."

"Then have the police watched the videotapes of the surveillance cameras?" Qing Huan asked.

"They took a copy back, but it was only on the 23rd floor."

"If they are smart enough," Lou Zhao stretched his waist, "I think they will come to ask for the 22nd floor soon."

"I think we should go back to that room again." Qing Huan suggested.

"Okay." Lou Zhao was told by the foreman again, "If the police come, tell them the truth about what you know."

"Okay, Mr. Lou."

They returned to that room again, and the two of them walked towards the only balcony with the same goal.

Room 03 is at the end of the corridor, and the only adjacent room is Room 02, which is Ms. Jiao's room.

"This height..." Qing Huan compared it, looked at the connected railings, and was eager to try.

Lou Zhao pressed his shoulder, and then called a bodyguard to come in: "Think of yourself as an ordinary person, try to step over."

"Yes."

Qing Huan and Lou Zhao retreated to the side, watching the bodyguards try their best to cross the balcony as clumsily as possible, although it took a long time, they still passed successfully.

"come back."

When he came back, the bodyguard moved quickly and came over in no time.

"Sir, what do you say?" Lou Zhao looked at Qing Huan.

"I just don't want to believe it," Qing Huan frowned, "A daughter would be so cruel to her father."

"People's hearts are unpredictable." Lou Zhao raised the corners of his lips, "It's not hard to understand why such a group of rare treasures would be tempted."

"In other words, those things are in the downstairs room now?"

"It should be, after all, someone died just now, so the goal of transporting a large amount of things is too big..."

At this moment, Lou Zhao's cell phone rang. It was the bodyguard sent out to follow Miss Jiao just now.

"How about it?"

"That Miss Jiao went to find a man, and the two started arguing."

"What's the noise?"

"I heard Ms. Jiao ask the man for something. The man said that the things had disappeared. Ms. Jiao didn't believe it, so the two of them quarreled."

Lou Zhao frowned: "It disappeared?"

Qing Huan raised her eyebrows.

When Lou Zhao wanted to say something more, the bodyguard came in to remind him, "Mr. Shao, the police are here."

Qing Huan and Lou Zhao left through the back door of the hotel, but they didn't run into the police.

"What's the matter, do you want to continue the investigation?" Lou Zhao asked Qing Huan in the car.

"I have to determine the whereabouts of those things." Qing Huan glanced at Lou Zhao: "Don't worry about it, I will handle this matter myself."

"I'm not doing it for you either. If it really disappears, it will not be good for Shengwei's reputation if it spreads."

Qing Huan was suspicious: "But didn't you accept the commission to escort to the hotel and from the hotel to the ship?" This was an accident that happened in the middle, and it shouldn't have anything to do with them.

Lou Zhao said with a smile: "We should do better protection measures, otherwise the client will not be harmed, and the object will not disappear."

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When Qing Huan returned home, M was still missing, and seeing the empty flowerpot on the coffee table gave her a headache.

When Gu Yuehua called, Qing Huan said listlessly, "Hello?"

"Cousin, I was looking for you in the morning, where did you go?"

"I was invited to drink tea."

"Drink tea?" Gu Yuehua didn't understand.

"Stop talking, what do you want from me?"

"It's not my business, it has something to do with you."

"What?" Qing Huan was puzzled.

"Come over to my house."

"Can't you talk on the phone?"

"can not say it clearly."

Qing Huan had no choice but to go to Gu Yuehua's house—speaking of which, this was the first time he went to his house.

Gu Yuehua who came to open the door was wearing a beige sweater and brown trousers, with a gentle face, his demeanor was really nothing to say.

"So fast."

Qing Huan rolled her eyes: "It's just such a small distance." Maybe it's because the relationship is too good, Qing Huan really has no barriers to Gu Yuehua, and the way the two get along is very relaxed.

Gu Yuehua's house is much more normal than Qing Huan's house. It is a clean and clear European style, with white and blue as the main colors. The whole space is very open, but it doesn't give people a monotonous feeling.

"Come on, what did you call me for? Buy me tea?" Qing Huan asked.

"You just said that someone invited you to drink tea. Did you drink too much tea?"

Qing Huan glanced at him: "I really don't have time, so if you have anything to say, just say it."

Gu Yuehua smiled, and shouted in the direction of the kitchen: "Come out."

Qing Huan was puzzled, looked over, and saw a little guy wearing a blue sweater and woolen trousers coming out of the kitchen cautiously, about six or seven years old, looking white and tender, pink and jade-carved—just That outfit is too familiar, as if I have such a suit too, but his is a mini style...

"Who is this? Your relative?" Qing Huan turned to ask Gu Yuehua.

"I don't have such a relative." Gu Yuehua chuckled lightly, "Can't you recognize him?"

The little guy over there raised his head, his big black eyes were watery, as if he was about to cry, he ran over suddenly, and then hugged Qing Huan's leg - the momentum was so great , Qing Huan took a step back to stabilize his body, he glanced at Gu Yuehua inexplicably, Gu Yuehua showed a funny expression.

"Master..." That soft voice gave Qing Huan goosebumps.

"Who are you? Do I know you?" Qing Huan asked.

"Master," said a voice that was about to cry, "I'm Xiaolian..."

"Xiao Lian?!" Qing Huan couldn't help but raise her voice—the person in front of her is clearly a human child, could it be that... she has become a spirit?

"Do you still remember what I said when I saw this lotus petal orchid when I first visited your house?" Gu Yuehua reminded him: "Orchids are very spiritual."

"..."

Xiao Lian hugged Qing Huan tightly, as if she had finally returned to her mother... No, the young son in his father's arms is really affectionate.

Qing Huan was hugged by a little orchid fairy and kept rubbing and rubbing. He really didn't know what it was like, so he asked Gu Yuehua at the side for help with his eyes.

Gu Yuehua, who was reclining on the sofa, put down the teacup in his hand and smiled slightly: "There are still some things I want to show you."

"What?" Qing Huan was somewhat resistant - he really might not be able to bear something else.

"It's me," Xiao Lian lifted her head from Qing Huan's arms, her voice beckoning: "Master, I brought it back."

Qing Huan was puzzled, Gu Yuehua signaled him to get up, and he had no choice but to follow Gu Yuehua - holding the little orchid essence in his arms that never let go.

Gu Yuehua brought Qing Huan to the storage room, opened the door, and turned on the light. Qing Huan saw the boxes inside and opened her eyes wide in surprise——

There are twelve lost treasures in it! ! !