He walked to his eyes with trepidation and suddenly realized that he looked familiar. When he calmed down, he found that he was the one who had quarreled with Xing Guoyi on the rooftop.

I stood in front of that person, my heart was surging, trying my best to guess the purpose of this person appearing here. Since it was someone who came to the door on his own initiative, I must be prepared. It is best not to act rashly now.

After looking at each other for a moment, the man suddenly said, "You are not a policeman, are you?"

Asked knowingly, I thought to myself that you have found my doorstep. You may not be confused about this level of question.

"No, not you?"

"If so, why come here to find you?" He said without hesitation, and said with a thorny look in his words.

I glanced at it in a hurry in the morning and now I looked closer and closer. I saw that the man had a pretty good facial features, but in fact his eyes were dark and thick, his eyes were bloodshot, and his face could not be covered by the grief. He was thin and looked like a telephone pole from afar, but when he stood in front of him, he realized that his momentum was extremely vigorous, giving people a feeling of being high and above.

Just say it's not enough, thank you, I silently expressed my unhappiness in my heart.

"Who are you? How do you know my address? What are you doing here?"

"There are three small advertisements on the roadside that belong to your business, but the location of the office is the only address you can arrive before the time we meet in the morning."

——He investigated me and already knew about the alternative work I was engaged in.

"Oh, you've been waiting for a long time?"

"Just just arrived, and as soon as Xing Guoyi returned to the police station, I knew you were separated and came."

He is still a clever person.

"You haven't answered my question yet, what's the point?"

"I want to see the information about the homicides you investigated this morning."

"Did Yan Xinmei's murder case? Why? Do you know the deceased?" I was very surprised.

"No"

"This is the only reason I can think of."

It’s impossible that the prisoner came to take a look at the wind. I thought to myself, but the momentum of the telephone pole suddenly became much weaker at this time, and said sadly:

“Things are a bit complicated”

His appearance made me feel something in my heart, but I couldn't say it. The telephone pole snorted and said that this is not a place to talk. There are so many people, so I go to your room first, and then walk up the stairs as I said it.

Haha, this person is really rude. What can I do if the client who came to entrust is so strong? Besides, look at this stubbornness. If he doesn't let him in, he will definitely have to block my door and pester me. I persuaded myself like this, thinking, forget it, I am not a person who likes to care. I have seen any weird guys like a detective, and I am not afraid to serve him again. I endured it and followed him.

When I arrived at the door, I skillfully took out the key. The crisp metal sound, and the door opened in response. The room was not big, but it was still neat. I was not a neat person, and I always threw useful things everywhere. I didn’t take care of the house very often, but because I had to receive guests entrusted to the door, I had to maintain the habit of cleaning and tidying.

After picking up the plastic stool and throwing it to the telephone pole, we sat opposite each other across the table. I hadn't noticed before that when the telephone pole sat down, the coat slid to the outside of the legs and the inner side of the chest was open. The piece of paper that was originally stuffed into his pocket was exposed without any cover. The white paper was eye-catching with the large bold words "eyes" and only". There were also a second-level title smaller than the previous number one. A long string of words were blocked. Only the two words "indigo" were distinguished. The rest were densely packed with small characters, and they were all in English, so I couldn't see clearly from afar.

It's so strange, why should indigo be used to describe children...? What does it mean? It's obviously a file of some kind, but what file is it? What exactly is it in it?

After sitting down, the telephone pole lowered its head, looked like it was exhausted, and leaned its body against the wall behind it with a little depressed look. After sitting down, he immediately raised his legs naturally, inserted his left hand into his trouser pocket, put his right hand on the table, and pointed the table with his fingertips. It was obviously a very ordinary move, but for some reason he did it, and he had a looming aristocratic atmosphere.

I haven't figured out the purpose of the telephone pole yet, and I don't know what to say, so I want to wait for him to start the conversation.

Looking at him, I thought that this person was really weird. If it weren't for the fact that there was nothing to steal in my room, I wouldn't have let you come up so easily just now. It's true that I wasn't afraid that you were a bad guy and let you enter the door. You started to pretend to be mute again, which was really sad. Waiting like this is not a solution. I thought about it and said, "Hey, what do you want information?" The telephone pole shook and came to his senses when he heard the sound. He raised his head. At this time, I realized that this guy's eyes were actually wet, tears were filling his eyes, and he was about to come out of his eyes.

"You said you didn't know the dead, and you're so sad, are you crazy?"

I also lost my patience, and said something in a straight voice. But after hearing this, the muscles on his face twitched, and tears fell from his left eye. The man seemed to have just twitched and he had finished crying. He neither continued to choke nor cried. The telephone pole let the tears flow down, as if nothing had happened on his face and I saw it all like an illusion, looking directly at me, the scene was indescribable and weird.

"My sister... is dead..."

"Your sister? What's the matter with the people in my case..." As soon as I said this, my tongue had not yet been flattened, and I took a sudden breath, "Wait, will your sister be..."

"My sister's name is Lin Xuanmu, she is twelve years old. She fell from the roof of the New Century building last night."

The New Century is the name of the mall. The person who fell to death last night was indeed about twelve years old. That is to say, the person in front of me was the crying young man in the hospitality mouth. I felt my brain speed was getting faster.

"So that's it...but why do you need Yan Xinmei's information? Is it related to the two?"

Even though I asked this, I had already determined that he was definitely sure that the two events were related.

"I believe the murderer in both cases is the same person."

"Same person? Are you saying that your sister was not killed by accident but murdered? This... wait a moment, you were in the hotel that day, right? Then--"

Then this person can definitely provide extremely valuable clues.

"Yes, we, my sister and I, lived in the room on the east side of the hotel that day."

There are too many questions, I don’t know where to start, my head is a little confused, I scratched my head and asked, “At the time, when I was on the rooftop in the morning, were you asking Team Xing for information about Yan Xinmei?”

"Yes, I still live in that hotel. After returning from the police's interrogation this morning, I happened to see the detective."

"He won't give it to you?"

"That's right. But I still got some things." As he said that, he took out a few photos. All the photos were taken from the dark night. At first glance, the photos were all large and dark and vermilion, large nights and blood. He picked up the photos and observed them carefully. They were similar to what I imagined. They were all scene photos of a girl's death. The scene was extremely miserable. My sister's limbs were distorted at an impossible angle, and her body was curled together, and even the human figure could not be seen. Anyone who saw this look was frightened, let alone her brother. This made me feel that I was too harsh about the performance of the telephone pole before, and felt ashamed.

"Sorry, I didn't see anything worth noting, although..."

The telephone pole nodded heavily, "You have only been there this morning, and you haven't forgotten the rooftop yet."

"Well, there is nothing but heating pipes and door openings for more than 100 square meters of open space."

“Where is the surrounding wall?”

"The wall enclosure? It's very ordinary, isn't it just a common cement wall."

"How high is the wall on that rooftop?"

After saying this, I immediately understood what the telephone pole wanted to say - the wall circumference is about 70 to 80 centimeters, which is half a height for adults. Even girls who develop older, although they are already tall, even on nights where the vision is not very good, they should not easily turn over the wall circumference with a height and fall down.

"But there is still a possibility of falling down. I have seen some brave kids like to stand on high places to play."

"No, no, Xuanmu is not that type of child. And I have other evidence."

"oh?"

"If you look at the photos carefully, you will find that her upper coat is torn to pieces."

I picked it up and saw that it was tearing half a meter wide. The women's coat that Xuanmu wore when she died was as thin as sand, and was indeed easy to tear it.

"It must have been something that was scraped when it fell."

"I have seen it carefully in the past two days. The area where Xuanmu fell was not covered by any protrusions except the air conditioner, and the ground was also flat. There was nothing to scrape. Even if the air conditioner was scratched and such a large area of ​​clothes were torn, how could it be impossible to find the scene at all."

"so……?"

"So I think her clothes were torn by someone, and the person was causing it when he wanted to catch her, and then Xuanmu, who was caught, was pushed down from the rooftop by the man. The clothes might still be in that person's hand." The telephone pole's eyes were full of resentment, and tears responded to the almost unenclosed hatred, and another drop flowed down his left eye.

"I understand the pain of losing a loved one, but this is too imaginary."

In my opinion, the person in front of me could no longer accept the fact that my sister died and began to fantasize out of thin air.

"Then how can you explain some of the clothes you have gone to?"

I couldn't help but smack my lips, "Even if you say that..." I avoided the telephone pole's gaze. "After all, I still don't understand where the connection between these two cases is."

"Imagine who would want to kill a young girl who was first met, without grievances and a likable one?"

Pervert? I can only think of this, but how can I say it out loud. Moreover, I knew very little about the situation at that time. The direction of my investigation was not biased towards Lin Xuanmu. I don’t know if the hotel’s people have an old acquaintance of Xuanmu, and whether the murderer was the first to see him, and it is impossible to determine.

"Is it possible that it is your enemy or something?"

"No, it was the first time I met last night. Today, through the hotel ID record, I visited all the people present that day. No one had any old grudges with us, or even our relatives. They were all tenants who had never met before."

Actually, I also thought that since these people live in hotels, they must be out of the house. If they really have any old grudges, they don’t have to choose such a strange place to attack. But after all, it was Lin Fuyi’s family’s words and they can’t believe them all.

"But there is only one person I have never seen since the incident," the telephone pole continued.

A name flashed quickly in my mind, and my heart trembled, "Is it..."

"The man with Yan Xinmei."

Li Peng.

"Li Peng was left in the hotel ID card record, but he was using a fake. The information on the ID card was fake. I couldn't find it along this clue and couldn't find him." The telephone pole took a deep breath and continued viciously, "In other words, no matter what the fake name Li Peng was going to do last night, he didn't want others to discover his true identity."

"I understand this, and we doubt Li Peng, but you still didn't say the point."

"At 10 o'clock last night, Li Peng and Yan Xinmei entered the rooftop and did not leave until 11 o'clock. This was the same time as Xuanmu's death. Almost as soon as she left the rooftop, Li Peng disappeared and never appeared again. Then, the police came."

"How do you know that the time is so accurate? Even the police are not so sure."

"When I checked in at around 10 o'clock, I saw Li Peng's room open and the two of them went to the rooftop with laughter. Later, Lin Xuanmu went out to play and had not come back around 10 o'clock. I was a little worried about Xuanmu, and no one answered the phone, so I came out to find it. When I went out, I happened to see Li Peng coming out of the rooftop in a disheveled manner in the corridor, and helped Yan Xinmei quickly back to the room."

When I tried to sort out the poles in my mind, it means that his sister was free to move and did not return to the hotel around eleven o'clock. After that, the two people who were originally on the rooftop suddenly left in a hurry. One of them disappeared and the other died a few hours later. Xuanmu was also discovered, and it was judged that she had fallen from the rooftop and died-

"So that's it...I understand why you determined that the murderer in the two cases was the same person..."

We said in unison

"She probably saw something she shouldn't have seen." "Xuanmu must have seen something she shouldn't have seen!"

The telephone pole changed its decadent appearance just now, straightened its back, its chest pressed against the table, and returned to the firm look that I had first met downstairs. I also had the urge to stand up from the stool, and my chest was undulating. I was excited.

It has to be said that there is indeed a possibility of murder.

"Okay, you'll read these documents here, but don't take them away, I'm my biggest concession."

"No problem." The telephone pole obviously had thought that I would make such a decision, and the reaction was very dull. After a brief sentence was introduced, he took my document and started reading it.

The telephone pole carefully studied the short and pitiful materials and read them carefully. My interests were completely aroused, making it difficult to calm down.

Suddenly I thought of something and asked, "By the way, you haven't told me your name yet, who are you?"

After finally getting the information, the telephone pole kept his eyes off the case file, and he read it carefully on the black paper and white words with concentration. He didn't seem to be in a very mood to chat. He seemed to be saying something unimportant, and whispered to me in a slightly raised tone: "Is it? My name is Lin Fuyi."
Chapter completed!