I walked to the sofa with the blanket. Since there was only one single sofa in the hotel, I needed to put the two sofas together to barely fall asleep. Even so, I still felt a sense of narrowness lying in my mother's belly while lying on it. I curled up my legs and bowed my body.

Ouyang Lan walked out of the bathroom after taking a shower and saw this scene and smiled repeatedly, "Or else you should sleep in the bed with me, as long as you..."

"No, if there is nothing to do, please turn off the lights and I'm going to sleep."

Seeing that I was cold in my attitude, Ouyang Lan said angrily: "Hmph, I deserve you to be single."

Bang, the lights went out.

I heard a rustling sound and wanted to turn over, but found that the place was too small. I made a strange sound when I moved, and a helpless sigh rang out in the darkness.

When Ouyang Lan made a steady and continuous breathing sound, I quietly got up and looked at the watch. It was three o'clock in the morning. I walked to the bed with my cell phone and watched Ouyang Lan sleep very sweetly, and the quilt almost pressed against her chest. Her pajamas slid down, revealing half of her snow-white and smooth shoulders.

I called softly, but after a few screams without responding, I quietly closed the door and left. Now the corridor was quite deserted. I walked into the elevator, and my sneaky figure was reflected on all sides. I wiped the corners of my eyes, came to the thirty-five floor, and then ran to the thirty-sixth floor.

I don't know when the seal on the door had been torn off. I pushed the door softly and flicked in, then closed the door. It was pitch black inside, and I couldn't see my fingers. I followed the memory to the location of the corpse by crossing the cordon. After crossing the cordon, the body had been transported away, and the place where the corpse was marked with white chalk on the ground.

There was no clue here, and I came to the toilet again, and the same was true there. However, when I was looking carefully, I found a half-broken finger in a corner. There was nail art decoration on the nail, but it was broken. The half-broken nail had blood stains, which must be from a woman.

Half of the finger rolled down behind the toilet more than five meters away from the corpse. The murderer should have cut it down with a knife and used too much force, and half of the finger ejected under the toilet.

If I hadn't been born with a sensitivity to the smell of the corpse, I wouldn't have discovered it. This is an important clue. Maybe I could find out who the murderer was from the crumbs of flesh and blood on my fingernails. I picked it up and put it in my pocket. The blood on the ground had dried up and printed a dark red outline.

I carefully searched for any other clues, and asked me why I was so concerned about this case. A large part of the reason was because of Ouyang Lan. If the real murderer was not found, we would be the biggest suspects.

Although we were released, I don’t know what they were thinking in their hearts and what they wanted to do, but looking at He Jin’s appearance, I don’t plan to let me go.

I continued to search, as for why I didn't search outside so carefully, because I knew that was not artificial.

There was still blood splashing on the mirror, which made people think of the scene in the horror movie. I searched again, and there was nothing except the half of my finger. I thought to myself that the police searched more carefully than myself. I was going to leave, but suddenly I heard another movement outside. I walked carefully to the door, tightly against the wall, and didn't dare to let out a breath.

I don't want to make the low-level mistakes in the TV series because a sudden call puts myself in danger.

After a while, someone pushed the door in. There were two people, and they were carrying a bag. I was hiding behind the door, but it was simply that they did not close the door, which made me feel relieved.

With a bang, a green fire lit up in the room, and a pungent smell lingered in the toilet, even covering the smell of the toilet. When I sniffed my nose, I frowned, "Human oil lamp?"

The taste is absolutely not wrong. I saw my grandfather use the human oil lamp when I was a child. When my grandfather told me that it was a human oil lamp, the smell was deeply imprinted in my memory and I will never forget it. Illuminating the lamp is to attract dirty things.

"Pour things out quickly."

I heard the sound of thumping sounds, and the smell of the corpse came to my face. I frowned and endured it, unable to breathe loudly. I gently pushed the door open with my feet and left half of my body. I saw the two of them holding needles and threads in their hands under the faint green light. I couldn't be more familiar with the movements they did.

They were actually corpse sewing craftsmen? But when I calmed down, I found that their technique was very different from that of corpse sewing craftsmen. It was just to combine the corpse together by shoddy work, and there was no way to talk about sewing. I breathed a sigh of relief and watched them "sewn" a corpse after more than twenty minutes.

"Oh, why are there half of your fingers missing?"

"Don't worry, it doesn't matter more or less."

Half of my fingers were lying in my pocket. Could it be that they were sewing Ma Cuihua's body? I listened carefully and found that one of them had a very familiar voice. He Jin! There was absolutely nothing wrong, it was him. But what exactly were they going to do? They came here with a corpse at three or four in the morning.

When I wanted to learn more, they suddenly blew out the lights.

"Go away now."

The two left in a hurry, as if there was something very important. When they closed the door, I immediately breathed a sigh of relief. I stepped forward and looked at Ma Cuihua's body. It was crooked and my stomach rolled, and a chill rushed to my heart. I pushed the door open and wanted to run away, but I found that the door was locked.

It must have been done by those two people. It seemed that they had not left yet, and they seemed to be busy outside. Then I heard two screams, followed by a stumble and closed the door. Then I returned to tranquility, and the silence aggravated my bad premonition.

I heard something behind me, and when I turned around, I was almost scared to death. Ma Cuihua's body stood up at some point.

I stood close to the door and stood for a few minutes, which seemed to me for hours, with sweat flowing down. When the other party was just standing and there was no other movement, I tried to walk along the wall to the window and pass by the corpse, and I seemed to feel in the darkness. She opened her eyes and glanced at me from the corner of her eyes.

I couldn't stand it anymore. I opened the window and looked at the vehicles coming and going on the road downstairs, turning over. The cold wind slapped on my body, and my feet were on the edge of cement no more than ten centimeters, and my arms were tightly clasped against everything I could catch that could stabilize the cracks.

The distance of five meters is like walking across a bridge of life and death. If you accidentally fall down, you will be crushed to pieces.

I jumped in and found that some cleaning tools were piled up around me. I pushed the door and walked out. After turning a few turns, I came to the gate of the crime scene. I looked at it with lingering fear, and then rushed into the elevator or not and pressed the closing button. The elevator moved, and I was exhausted all over and leaned against the handrail.
Chapter completed!