Baxian Hotel

I stood by the morgue and looked at the pile of meat and smiled wryly. It was hard for a policeman to know that the meat was called Ma Guang.

It was very clear from the traffic police's accident report that Ma Tianming did not take the normal route home today. He was just driving normally when he suddenly sped up and ran into a car full of steel bars.

The violent impact and countless steel bars tore apart the light of the horse. There were more than 40 steel bars inserted into his face. The firefighters who were there were not in the mood to saw the steel bars. It was just a big shower, what were they supposed to do?

Ma Guang's right hand was severed at the elbow, causing his phone to unexpectedly remain intact. Thus, the police at the scene used their driver's license to find out his identity and also found my number from this phone.

A suicide note from Ma Ming was also found at the scene. It was clearly written that Ma Ming had committed suicide, that he was tired of this job and this life, and that this life of his had nothing to do with anyone else.

I nodded. "I know him. He's my colleague. But I really don't know what he meant by calling me. "You will inform the family members the most."

The traffic police smiled even more bitterly than I did. We don't know what to do when the family comes. "

As I walked out of the morgue, I let out a long breath. I couldn't tell the police that I was the one who wanted to know why Ma Guang had called me.

The strange smell, the phone call before his death, and the unreliable will were all too coincidental. The theory that he was the murderer had been completely overturned. Furthermore, based on my attitude towards him during our conversation, I definitely don't believe that this person would commit suicide out of disgust or fear of crime, enjoying the pleasure of playing with his opponent in the palm of his hand.

With his death, I pushed Zhang Ying Ying, who was originally labeled as the victim, onto the front desk. This woman instantly became one of the possible killers.

When he woke up from his sleep, he rushed over to the company. It was already past 8: 30, but there were no new murders. Director Liu gathered all the shop assistants and staff for a meeting in the lobby on the first floor, repeating over and over again that the deaths were just an accident. Everyone, don't listen to any rumors. I stood quietly in the last row, listening to his hoarse voice, and considered if I should find a chance to tell him that Ma Tianming was already dead.

Suddenly, something fell with a thud about three meters to my right. Before I could react, something else fell. I turned around and saw two high-heeled shoes lying on the floor, obviously the ones that had made the noise.

Before I could react, something light and warm fell on my head. I reached down and pulled it off. It was a woman's stocking. Shocked cries rang out in his ears as he followed everyone's gazes. On the fifth floor, beside a railing, a woman was crazily dancing. She took off her underwear one by one and threw them down to the floor.

She was Zhang Yingying!

Looking at this woman dancing crazily in front of everyone, the word "danger" flashed across my mind. Just as I shouted, "Hurry up and save her!", two patrolling security guards had already rushed to Zhang Yingying's side. They cautiously approached her step by step, trying to pull her away from the dangerous railing.

Zhang Yingying did not seem to notice these two security guards at all. Amidst the exclamations of the crowd, she jumped onto the hands-thick railing, taking one dangerous step at a time. Occasionally, she would even jump a little like a gymnast.

Director Liu could no longer control himself and shouted at the two security guards, "Take her down!" Pull her down! "

The two security guards no longer hesitated as they pounced at Zhang Yingying from the left and right. The idea might have been to hold her thighs and pull her back, but it was too late.

Zhang Ying Ying Ying suddenly stopped and dove towards the ground with a very standard diving motion. Amidst the screams of the crowd, her head smashed into the tiled floor, causing blood and brain matter to burst open.

Everyone was dumbfounded, including me. I stared blankly at Zhang Ying Ying's naked body lying in a pool of blood, unable to utter a single word.

After four consecutive murders, the shop assistants began to refuse to go to work. The police also officially intervened and the mall was officially closed down.

Since Director Duan from the Municipal Public Security Bureau has brought a team to handle this case, my identity can no longer be concealed. When he saw me, he thought it was something like that, so he took me aside and chatted with me for a long time. I told him all of my thoughts. It wasn't a ghost making trouble, but someone playing tricks on me.

Director Duan took out a photo from his phone. "Look at this, can you tell me what's wrong?"

I took the phone. On it was Ma Tianming's will, which basically meant that he admitted that he murdered Director Tian and Zhang Dong Tao with some kind of hallucinatory poison, because he had once quarrelled with them over his work. He even fought with Zhang Dong Tao. With his small stature, he naturally could not beat Zhang Donao, and he also treated Director Tian's earnest attitude as purposefully making things difficult for him. As time went on, the grievances grew deeper and deeper. Finally, there was one time when Ma Tianming followed a group of donkey friends and climbed up the Northeast Mountain, unintentionally getting a few stalks of Mad Eggplant, thus he used this chance to refine the poison from the Mad Eggplant, and slowly used this thing to influence Director Tian and Zhang Dong Tao, and finally caused the two of them to die in the illusion. As for Zhang Yingying, it was purely for the sake of silencing her. Because she had accidentally discovered Ma Tianming's secret, Ma Tianming used all his remaining poison on her and let her fend for herself.

After killing the three, Ma Tianming felt that he had nothing left to worry about, so he left behind his will and drove the car onto the highway.

"Do you think this is believable? At least we have the basic motive. " Director Duan looked at me.

I thought about it for a moment. "Director, motive, solving a crime … These things are things that you are an expert in. I don't understand." But after interacting with Ma Tianming for the past few days, I feel that he won't be the culprit, at least he won't be the type to commit suicide after killing someone. "

Director Duan handed me a cigarette. "Let's chat slowly. We have plenty of time anyway."

"Director Duan, I've chatted with this Ma Guang at our current location, he saw through my identity. I think he's a very mean and calm man. If he got the mad eggplant from following a donkey friend group, then wouldn't it be a bit obvious if he used the crazy eggplant to harm people? " I took the cigarette, lit it, and smoked it slowly, looking at the smoke. "Second, even if he did do it, he might not be the kind of person who would commit suicide." What's more, he had an undialed number on his phone, so he called me. I keep thinking, what would he say to me if the call came through? "

Chief Duan was silent for a moment. "You mean, he's not the murderer, but he knows the person." He wanted to tell you something, but he didn't have the time? "

"That's right!" I smiled at Director Duan. "It's a simple pleasure to deal with smart people."

Director Duan also laughed, "Fourth Boss, stop flattering me. Since you've already understood the situation, then tell me straight out. What do you want to do? I'll do my best to cooperate. "

I raised my eyebrows at Director Duan, "Take me to Ma Tianming's home to take a look?"

Ma Tianming's house was in a small courtyard in the outskirts of the city. It was said that this was a house that had always been passed down in his family. It was rather remote and inconvenient to travel, but it gave Ma Tianming convenience. He loved quiet, and he also loved to collect books and games. This small courtyard became his collection room and processing room.

I pointed to the gourds, pomegranates, and clean clothes that were hung on a rope and said to Director Duan with a smile, "Director Duan, look at this. It doesn't look like it's suicide, does it?"

Director Duan also smiled, "This single old man has led a rather delicate life."

Walking into the room, I slowly walked around all kinds of things. I discovered that this man's life was quite exquisite, whether it was clothes, shoes, ties, underwear, socks, they were all arranged strictly according to color, style, length. Every shirt's button was carefully fastened, and there were even incense, ironing boards, etc.

"Tsk tsk, careful, very careful. Too carefully, really. " Director Duan couldn't help but click his tongue, "My wife isn't even as clean as him."

"Do you feel so delicate that you don't even look like a man anymore?" As I joked with him, I picked up an envelope containing a stack of photographs.

I picked up a few of them and flipped through them. They were all photos of the party, and judging by the clothes they were wearing, they should be coming soon. Slowly, I began to notice a few of the more unique aspects of the photo. When several of the pictures showed the same characteristics in succession, I lost my patience.

I put four or five photos together in front of the situation. "Do you see anything, Director?"

Director Duan carefully looked at the photo I laid out. After a moment of hesitation, he pointed to one of them and said, "Every point of focus is him. Don't tell me …"

I nodded, then pointed to the two cameras and a row of cameras at the top of the bookshelf, "This Ma Tianming is a player, he doesn't know how to take meaningless pictures. Since the person is at the center of every photo, then I can guarantee that Ma Tianming is gay! And the person he has a crush on is his boss, Director Liu! "

"But what does that mean?" Director Duan was a bit confused

I counted on my fingers. "Look, Ma Tianming is dead, he's gay. Zhang Yingying was dead. She was divorced, had a plastic surgery, and had an ambiguous relationship with Director Liu. "At least, in the eyes of ordinary people, these two are not normal people, so I'm inclined to kill them as a self-appointed knight or as a cleaning worker. He's trying to get rid of these people who he thinks are of different races!"

Director Duan immediately responded, "That means, if the murderer can have control over both of their situations, then it's very likely that his colleague committed the crime! If it was a colleague who committed a crime, they would need to be familiar with their situation and hobbies. They would also need to have access to some of their information and be able to enter and exit their office without being suspected. They could also have regular contact with them. "The most important thing is to be meticulous, to be able to smooth this chain of events over and over again. At the same time of killing, to conceal himself very deeply."

"Congratulations Director Duan, you've accomplished a great deed." I smiled as I extended my hand towards him.

"Come on!" Director Duan was in a much better mood now. "We just chatted for so long. Coupled with the days you've been here, do you have a suspect?"

I walked into the courtyard and lit a cigarette and slowly smoked. In fact, I already had a suspect in my heart when I said that. I just couldn't believe the conclusion, so I thought I needed to verify it a little more.

Xin Xia was relatively happy recently. As the shopping mall had closed for the time being, she didn't have to go to work or deal with those boring troubles. She could happily eat and chat with her friends, and it was rare for her to relax.

That night, Xin Xia returned home at around 11 PM. She pushed open the door, took off her high heels and comfortably laid on the sofa.

However, what was lacking in beauty was that there seemed to be something wrong with the television set. Xin Xia knelt on the carpet and studied the television seriously. Finally, there was a reaction on the television. The image was still blurry, but the sound gradually became better. But the moment she heard the voice, Xin Xia's body froze. What came out of the television wasn't some entertainment or news broadcast, but a faintly discernible woman's voice, "Why am I ~ ~ why ~ ~ Where is my head?"