Baxian Hotel

A boy in his early twenties was sitting on the toilet, staring at me, but there was no life in his eyes. Several slashes were made across his face, and his blood and flesh were turned upside down, making his face look especially hideous. He held his chin in his left hand and kept his eyes forward while his right hand hung low on his leg. On the ground below his hand was a shiny blade.

The blade had cut through his carotid artery, which was the real cause of death. Bright red blood sprayed all over the partition on his right hand, staining his entire right side of the garment.

"Look there." Bao Mu pointed at the boy's chest area. If I look carefully, there seems to be a cloth strip of something strangling the boy's chest, pinning him together with the sink behind the toilet. It acts as a double insurance to maintain such a frightening posture.

"Kill him?" Bao Mu asked me.

I shook my head. "I can do this myself, so leave the professional questions to the police." But if it was suicide, was there a need to be so cruel to his own face? "Hey, wait a moment. Why do I feel like this child looks familiar?"

"Your face is already so familiar, but you can still tell that it's familiar. You are also amazing, Fourth Boss." Bao Mu gave me a thumbs up.

"That's not right!" I remember! He's the guy who scored in the afternoon! " I pointed to a shallow mark on his forehead.

Shortly after, the police arrived at the scene. I showed them the "specially made" ID and gave them a brief account of the scene. The rest was handed over to the police and the medical examiner. I pulled Bao Mu and Mao Babao and squatted on the stairs outside the library to smoke, none of them speaking. Not only is Bao Mu a seamless switch among the five great deities, Mao Babao is even a person who knows both the Yin Yang and Yang worlds. Furthermore, I, the boss of Baxian Hotel for ten years, am actually powerless against a dead child.

At this time, a few students came out of the library one after another. It seemed that the welcoming party had also ended, but due to such a matter, everyone's attention had been attracted by this dead student. Several people passed by and started talking about him.

But the conversation between two of the girls got my attention

"Ai, so pitiful. A few days ago, my sister died, and today, my brother died again. What the hell is going on?" Bao Mu and I quickly looked at each other, stood up and followed.

"My two fellow students." Walking out of the crowded area, I stopped the two girls and showed them my ID. "I want to find you guys to find out more about that boy's situation. What about your brothers and sisters could you guys explain them in detail?"

The two girls looked at each other. The taller one asked, "This … If we provide a useful clue, can you write us a letter of praise and send it to school?"

"Promises?" Bao Mu was a little dazed.

"Yeah, helping the public security authorities solve a major case and also showing their confidence. In the future, it will be very impressive." The short girl became excited as well.

I rubbed my temples. "Okay, but first I have to see the value of your clues …"

After saying this, the two girls finally opened their mouths and showed Bao Mu and I what it meant to gossip ~

According to what the two of them said, the boy's name was Jia Yu. He was in his third year this year, and was the cousin of Jia Jing who committed suicide a few days ago. He was supposed to be at tonight's party, but he didn't show up. It wasn't until the party was over that the students knew he had committed suicide in the bathroom downstairs.

As for Jia Yu and Jia Jing, the two siblings, they were also influential figures in the academy. Their family background was good, they were beautiful, and their grades in school were not bad either. There was a lot of people chasing after the siblings. Every time Jia Yu kicked a ball, no matter if it was an official match or not, a bunch of girls would surround him and cheer him on. Jia Jing was even more exaggerated now. It was said that a senior in his fourth year who played the guitar under Jia Jing's window for a whole week until the school came out, and stopped there.

"Tsk tsk, you're amazing. But since the two of them are so famous, there must be someone who doesn't like them, right? " I asked, scratching my chin.

"Of course. Especially Jia Jing, I think she had a boyfriend before. She was neither tall nor handsome, but it was said that she's very talented. Afterwards, Jia Jing didn't know why she dumped him.

"Do you know the name of that boy?" I took advantage of the pause to say something, otherwise this girl would talk to me until tomorrow morning

"He seems to be called Zhao Ke?" The short girl continued, "If you want me to dump him, look at how useless he is …"

Rubbing my aching temples, Bao Mu and I returned back to the library to meet up with Mao Babao. In regards to the question of whether Mao Babao had any useful information, I nodded, then shook my head. Other than the time of Zhao Ke's death, I really didn't find anything useful in the gossip of the two girls.

"Is it possible that Zhao Ke killed Jia Jing out of love and hatred? And then, they hatefully killed Jia Jing's brother? " Mao Babao looked at me with a serious face.

I gave Mao Babao a thumbs up, "Mr Mao sure has skill. It's not impossible for you to say that, but this Zhao Ke has a motive, how do you kill him? We didn't catch up with the accident with our sister. We weren't too far away from where our brother was, and we didn't find any of those things, nor did the police find any other possibility of killing him. No matter if this is Zhao Ke, Wang Ke, or Li Ke, to be able to do this, I am truly convinced. "

Bao Mu, who had been silent all this time, interrupted: "Let me say this, if it was Zhao Ke who killed this person, would he really need to draw such a line in front of Jia Yu? From what I see on the news, aren't you the one who disfigured Little San? At most, Jia Yu could only persuade his sister to break up with Zhao Ke, as for getting slashed by these blades? "

"What I just said makes a lot of sense ~ ~"

I shook my head, feeling a little impatient. "Alright, you two, you two have already treated Zhao Ke as a suspect, the police's conclusion is that he committed suicide. "Let's not join in the fun for now, we'll wait until daybreak. We'll discuss this after we settle the two Zhao sisters' matter."

To be honest, I was a bit annoyed recently, as if I could run into a few things wherever I went. There were a few things that would involve a case of murder, but the most important thing was that these things were extremely disgusting recently. After I finished complaining, I ran off to the side to smoke, leaving Mao Babao and Bao Mu to look at each other in dismay.

The place to sleep at night was arranged by Zhao Ning's father, Zhao Lei. It was an empty dormitory for teachers. It was not far from the female dormitory that Zhao Ning lived in, and the living conditions were also quite good. It was a rather exquisite small room. But I don't know why I feel so upset, tossing and turning, and can't sleep, so I put on my clothes and go downstairs.

It was only four or five o'clock in the morning, and I was strolling along the road, barely able to see anyone but the occasional patrolling guard. As I strolled, I tilted my head to look at the brand-new dormitory buildings. At this moment, the sky hadn't even lit up, and every dormitory building looked very tranquil under the street lights. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I really wouldn't have imagined that in this campus, just a few hours ago, there was a young life that had just passed away.

As I walked, I suddenly felt that something was wrong. I stopped to think for a long time. It seemed that there was something wrong with the number of the building. I took a closer look and found that there was a building 31 between Building No. 3 and Building No. 5 in the girls' dormitory. After thinking about this special position and the meaning behind # 31, I smiled and couldn't help but to say, "Interesting, this school is rather feudal and superstitious."

"It's not superstition. Something really happened."

The sudden voice next to me gave me a fright. I turned around and saw a little fatty wearing a sports coat and glasses standing beside me. His face was completely red, as if he had just ran over here early in the morning.

Oh ~ ~ ~ Oh ~ ~ ~" I replied subconsciously. My body unconsciously took half a step back. It had been a long time since someone stood beside me without any signs of life. Moreover, no matter how the fatty looked at him, he seemed familiar. However, he could not remember where he had seen him before.

The little fatty didn't seem to notice my guard as he continued, "It's said that this building had caused trouble in the past, scaring a female student. The student's parents had caused trouble, so the school simply changed their building's number.

"There really is such a thing as causing a ghost?" I scratched my chin and pretended to be curious

The little fatty smiled bashfully. "Which school doesn't have a bit of a story?"

"It seems that you are familiar with these matters. How should I address you?" I tried to get close

The little fatty was slightly alarmed, "May I ask who you are?"

I took out the "ID" that Director Duan gave me from my pocket and handed it to him. "The consultant who assists the police in this case, Xia Siche."

Little Fatso took my ID card and looked through it seriously a few times before raising his head to smile at me. Then, he reached out his hand to shake my hand. "Hello, Counsellor Xia." I am a junior in our school, my name is Zhao Ke. "