Baxian Hotel

After exchanging a few pleasantries with Zhao Ke, pretending to be calm, we made an appointment to eat lunch together. After getting him to tell me a strange story from the school, I started to walk back. After walking a few steps, he inadvertently turned around to find Zhao Ke writing something down in a small book by the street light. After writing it down, he put the book in his pocket, took out his phone and sent a message, then continued to run towards the stadium.

Who should he talk to at this hour? And keep a diary? Are you afraid you'll forget my name? I muttered a few words in my heart and stopped thinking about it.

It was almost six when he got back to the dormitory. It was already dawn. But the lack of sleep had sapped my spirits, and I didn't want to wake them up in the suite, so I decided to just lie down on the couch and rest for a while.

Not long after he laid down, he heard someone knocking on the door. I shouted for Bao Mu to open the door, but no one paid attention to me. He's called Mao Babao again, and still no one paid attention to me. I had to get up and open the door in my shoes, grumbling. The moment I opened the door, the person who was standing at the entrance was completely shocked. He was the Jia Yu who had just died!

The big guy was about 1.8 meters tall, and his face was covered with wounds. His clothes were still soaked through with blood as he stared at me. I was already spirited at that time, shouting Bao Mu and Mao Babao as I retreated, but no one paid attention to me.

In my panic, I turned around to touch something on the tea table. I could do with anything I wanted, but first I had something to smash him with. Unexpectedly, he didn't manage to touch anything, but was blocked by the armrest of the sofa instead, and his entire body fell onto the sofa. Jia Yu took advantage of the momentum and pounced over, scaring me to the point that I had to flip away to avoid it.

Before I could reach the place, Jia Yu had already pounced behind me, both hands on my shoulders and directly picked me up. A tug on my clothes, pulling me face to him, and then both hands clamped tightly around my neck, and I stumbled and pushed against the door of the suite.

Even though my neck was tied up, my heart was still filled with joy. I thought that I would be saved once I entered the room, since there were two people in the room, Bao Mu and Mao Babao.

But when I entered the room, I was stunned. There was no one in the bed! The bedding was neatly folded. The bed sheets were as flat as if they had been shaved off. There were no wrinkles at all. There were no traces of a person sleeping! Forget about Mao Babao, he didn't even have a single hair!

Under the shock, I started to frantically resist Jia Yu who was still tightly grabbing onto my neck. But this brat was as if he was made of steel, and did not even have a bit of reaction from letting me kick him, pressing me down on the ground, desperately trying to strangle me. As the force on my neck increased and the air I could breathe became less and less, my consciousness also became more and more blurry. I slowly gave up on resisting.

Just leave it to him, just die then, it's just that he was a little unresigned, he didn't think that a dignified Fourth Boss like him, would actually die in such a place without anyone knowing.

"Fourth Boss! Wake up! Fourth Boss! Fourth Boss! Wake up! Wake up! "

Following the shout, I slowly opened my eyes. Bao Mu used both hands to grab my collar and shook me like he was shaking a small mountain.

With a "Ah" sound, I dodged backwards. My head solidly hit the floral shelf beside the sofa. It was so painful that I covered my head with my hands and took in a breath of cold air. It took me a while to recover. I covered my head with my hands and shouted at Bao Mu: "Damn, you scared me to death!"

Bao Mu rolled his eyes and said: "You should have scared us to death. Look at how you beat up Mr Mao."

I looked in the direction of his finger and nearly laughed out loud. Mao Babao sat at the side with a wronged expression, the corner of his eye had turned purple, and there was a big shoe mark on his stomach. Look at that patterned size, it's the shoes on my feet.

I rubbed my head and sat back down on the couch. I lit a cigarette.

Bao Mu curled his lips, "We know about your return, not long after you did return, you started shouting. When we come out to see you, you're like a sleepwalker looking for something, and you don't even know what you're looking for. Mr Mao said that you are sleepwalking and you cannot wake up directly. I was afraid that you would touch something and hurt yourself, so I gave you everything with a sharp point. "

"What else did I do?" I scratched my head and interrupted

"Since you can't feel anything, you lay down again. I thought you could sleep well, but you started to stir up trouble again. This time, you did it even more fiercely. You pinched your own neck with all your might." Mr Mao said that no matter what, he could just directly lift it. "He came over to pick you up, and you beat him up, and he beat the shit out of you." Bao Mu shrugged his shoulders helplessly.

"Am I having a nightmare?" I was a bit incredulous and told them everything I had dreamed. From the time Jia Yu knocked on the door to the moment I entered the room and found no one, to the moment Jia Yu tried to strangle me.

Mr Mao listened as he frowned, "This is no longer within the boundaries of the Baxian Hotel. But this dream of yours is a little too strange and the content is too clear. Furthermore, most nightmares are all about nightmares. It's strange that we don't feel anything from having such a real nightmare. "

I stood up and stretched. "Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore." What time is it? I even made an appointment to have lunch with Zhao Ke. I need to wash my face and clear my mind. "

"It's eight o'clock." Bao Mu asked: "Which Zhao Ke?"

"Third year Zhao Ke, wear glasses, little fatty. He should be that Jia Jing's diaosi ex-boyfriend. I don't think he coincidentally has such a new name. " I answered as I went to the bathroom.

"If it's him, then you'll be able to save money for your meal." Bao Mu said as he handed over my phone.

There was a short message on his phone, it was from Zhao Ningning, who had sent it over half an hour ago, "Counsellor Xia, another student died in the library this morning. It's the third year Zhao Ke. There shouldn't really be any problems with this school, right? I want to go home too. "

Compared to the face that Jia Yu had, Zhao Ke's death wish was much better. He just calmly laid on the desk and died. The medical examiner concluded that there was no fatal injury on the surface of the heart due to sudden cardiac arrest. Basically, he had to expel himself and kill others before he could do anything else. It was an accidental death.

The one who called the police was Zhao Ke's classmate, he said that they had arranged to study together in the morning with him, and upon arriving, he discovered that he was lying there motionlessly, and only after pushing him a few times did his classmate realize that something was wrong, and so he called the police. The whole process was as flat as a glass of plain water, to the point that he couldn't even write down a single piece of A4 paper.

However, when I asked him about Zhao Ke's habit of running in the morning, that student frowned, indicating that he never knew about Zhao Ke's habit. Besides, if he was used to it, he wouldn't be getting fatter in three years.

I nodded and thanked him. Then he asked the medical examiner, "Did he find anything on him?"

The medical examiner pointed to the evidence bag at the side. "It's all there. There were no wills or anything like that, so it didn't seem like she committed suicide."

I ordered a pair of gloves and examined the evidence bags spread out on the table. They were the usual things in a student's pocket, dozens of dollars in change, eyeglasses, half a packet of paper towels, a bunch of keys, a few pens.

I suddenly remembered the little notebook he had used to write down his things after our conversation that morning, so I turned to the little policeman next to me and asked, "When I checked his belongings, did I find a palm-sized notebook?"

The little policeman tilted his head and thought for a long time, "No, we suspected that he committed suicide at the beginning, so we searched through his body and his school bag for something like a will, but it was not as big as the small notebook you mentioned." Why did Adviser Xia think of this? "

"I saw him around five this morning. I saw him writing something in a little book," I explained, and then asked, "What about his cell phone?" I remember he was using his cell phone to send messages to people, and I was wondering who he was contacting so early. "

"The phone is here." The policeman take the cell phone from the side and hand it to me

It was a homemade mobile phone that was commonly seen in advertisements. Although it was used very carefully, from the looks of the wear and tear, it had at least been used for three to four years. The phone wasn't locked, so I opened it at random and looked through it slowly. When I opened his WeChat, I saw that he only had twenty-something WeChat friends, and only one WeChat group called "MTA". When I clicked on it, I found that he had already been kicked out by the owner of the group, and the time was 6: 53 AM.

"What was the time of his death? "What about the time of reporting the crime?" I asked the little policeman

"The reporting time is 7: 25. Five minutes later, the campus police will be protecting the scene. We arrived at the scene at 7: 35. Judging by the stiffness, the time of death was between 6: 45 and 7: 00. "

"In other words, the time he was kicked out of the group is basically the same as the time of his death. Wasn't this a bit too much of a coincidence? Either the owner knew he was dead and kicked him. Or else, if this group owner kills him, no one will be willing to leave a dead person in the group, right? "

Mao Babao moved closer. "That is to say, if we can find this WeChat group, we can find even more clues? But is the classmate who called the police a suspect? "

I shook my head, "If his classmates did it, they would take the phone away or just clean it up. They wouldn't be so careless." I still think there's something wrong with his little book. Nothing but a book. It's quite possible that someone came over just for that little book, and took it away in a hurry, but forgot his phone. "

"Won't we leave fingerprints if we take away the book?" interposed the little policeman

If he deliberately wanted to be taken away, that wouldn't be the case, for example, on the table ~ ~" I scratched my chin, "Because I'm afraid of being discovered, so I hurried over and took away the notebook, and ignored my phone ~ ~ For fear of being exposed, I kicked Zhao Ke out of the group ~ ~ ~ ~ It's rather odd the time.

The little policeman raised another possibility. "Could it be that Zhao Ke had an argument with someone in the group, got kicked out of the group, and then committed suicide in anger?"

I sighed. "It's all hypothetical, at least for now you haven't found any evidence of murder." "Let's see if I have a chance to find a mysterious WeChat group."

Leaving the library, I went straight to Zhao Ningning's dormitory. I stared into her eyes and asked, "Regarding your sister, did you hide something from us?"