Zhang Lihua held the knife in her hand. She didn't know how long it had passed before the door lock began to turn. After a while, Zhang Lihua heard the sound of the cupboard at the bathroom door.

His pale arms grabbed the wall, as if something was crawling out of it.

Xiao Pomegranate coughed, and the thing suddenly disappeared. Zhang Lihua could feel that the temperature in the bedroom continued to drop. He felt as if something had rubbed against the bed and touched his face, feeling itchy.

Zhang Lihua didn't have the courage to open her eyes. He held his breath, and the oxygen in his lungs continued to decrease. Just when he was about to suffocate, Xiao Pomegranate coughed again. Strange to say, the temperature in the room gradually returned to normal.

Zhang Lihua glanced at her phone. It was only a quarter past three, and it was still more than two hours before dawn. He breathed a sigh of relief, and his palms were full of sweat. He had never had such expectations, that time would pass quickly, and he

I really don’t want to stay here anymore, it’s too painful.

Beside the bed, someone seemed to be mumbling to himself. Zhang Lihua sounded like a fly, buzzing. No matter how carefully he tried, he couldn't hear clearly what the other person was saying.

Her heart was beating wildly, and Zhang Lihua knew that she must calm down at this time.

There are still some worried dead people living in this building now, some are good, some are evil, but they have one common characteristic, that is, they all have ties in their hearts.

Zhang Lihua suddenly had a strange idea in the past few days, that is, Hongfu Hotel seems to be at a special junction of time and space, where there are both dead and living people. Maybe the surrounding residents discovered something and moved out one after another.

. Of course, it is also possible that I was simply frightened by the case.

Speaking of which, the real culprit in this case has not yet been found. Some clues from the scene of the first crime have been destroyed by Liu San and others. Through the autopsy of the corpse, it was found that Uncle Braid died of suffocation. As for other clues, Zhang

Lihua doesn't know yet. Investigating cases is not his specialty, and Zhang Lihua has only recently started to learn reasoning. Qiu Fengxiao doesn't share information at any time, so he has to rely on himself to solve the mystery!

Zhang Lihua can only be sure of one thing now: Uncle Braid's death is not the first case that has happened here!

As for the people in the hotel now, Zhang Lihua vaguely felt that they were all tied to this hotel. This idea shocked him. After all, official data showed that only this 303 had ever had a corpse dismemberment case, and those involved in the investigation were merged.

, did not happen here.

As for the last victim, there seems to be no necessary connection with the previous ones, but the little pomegranate in the room seems to be the son of the last victim.

The information sent by Qiu Fengxiao showed that the previous victims were all women and children, ranging in age from thirteen to thirty years old. It seemed that the plan had been planned for a long time. The last victim was a middle-aged man. Not only was the method rushed, but the crime was also

A large number of traces were left at the discovery site.

Here, Zhang Lihua was able to come into contact with the last victim, Song Qinglin, and his son Xiao Shiliu. He could feel the victim's despair and struggle. Now it seems that only by unraveling the truth of that year can he live here safely.

.As for other passengers, they can only take one step at a time.

Zhang Lihua concluded a phenomenon. As long as Little Pomegranate is there, the room does not seem so scary. In this way, this ghost should have retained part of his sanity and memory. Among the dead, he is the strangest one.

The official conclusion given by Qiu Fengxiao seems to prove this. Many investigators believe that the deceased should have discovered the murderer's murder process at that time, and the murderer had no choice but to come to silence him. He was rushed to the scene in a hurry.

Leave many traces.

Of course, some people hold objections. If the murderer really acted on impulse, he should have been arrested long ago. However, after so many years, the murderer is still at large, which shows that he was well prepared at that time.

Zhang Lihua didn't want to take care of these things at first, but when he saw the little pomegranate, he changed his mind. They have a deep love for father and son, and there seems to be an obsession that neither of them can leave here.

Zhang Lihua suddenly had a very strange idea. The murderer couldn't be the deceased himself, right? Speaking of which, this kind of thing is not impossible. Some people look loyal and honest on the surface, and are kind to their children.

, everything at home is taken to heart, but in fact, the heart is dark.

Zhang Lihua opened his eyes slightly, and he seemed to see a man sitting next to the bed.

Staring at the wall above with gentle eyes, Zhang Lihua noticed that there was a family portrait hanging there. Zhang Lihua huddled under the quilt, feeling somewhat uncomfortable. After all, they once had a warm home...

Of course, her brother's departure made Zhang Lihua more aware of the deceased Song Qinglin's reluctance to leave the world. Her own appearance seemed to have changed something. Zhang Lihua felt that he could really do something here.

After making such a decision, Zhang Lihua didn't seem so scared anymore. He pretended to be nonchalant and got out of bed, deciding to see what was in the bathroom!

Zhang Lihua gently pushed open the bathroom door. There was no blood as expected. He stretched out his hand and turned on the faucet. The sound of gurgling water calmed his heart a lot.

Just when Zhang Lihua was about to lift her feet, a layer of fog appeared on the bathroom mirror, and three crooked words condensed on it: "Help me."

Raising his arm, Zhang Lihua was filled with coolness when he touched it. He nodded solemnly and smiled at the mirror, and then he saw a figure reflected on it.

The man was quickly dismembered, his head and body separated, and blood was everywhere. Zhang Lihua felt that at this moment, the blood vessels in his body were about to solidify.

This small space made him feel suffocated. On this mirror, he seemed to see what had happened in this room.

Zhang Lihua's body couldn't help trembling. That kind of fear was tens of thousands of times more terrifying than the autopsy soaked in formalin in medical school. It was like a cold sharp blade that suddenly stabbed Zhang Lihua's heart.

, leaving him nowhere to hide.

It was really here that Song Qinglin was dismembered. A pair of hands appeared on the glass. There seemed to be a vague tattoo on the tiger's mouth of the hands. Zhang Lihua thought they looked familiar.

The smell of blood in the air became stronger and stronger, and he felt that his whole body was surrounded by blood. He tried hard to calm down, but his head became heavier and heavier...

The TV was turned on at some point, and Zhang Lihua's tense nerves were relieved to a certain extent when she heard people's voices. This kind of fragment of seeing the murder scene with her own eyes was far beyond his scope of cognition. Zhang Lihua felt that her

My nerves were almost broken.


Chapter completed!