Nan Zhao smiled and said, "Mr. Wen doesn't often tell fortunes in his daily life. According to their profession, if you do too many things like spying on heaven's secrets, your life will be shortened."

He Xiaoran leaned back and said, "That's true."

The car stopped at the entrance of Love Hotel, an ordinary hotel with a parking space at the back. After He Xiaoran got off the car, he sent a text message to Professor Qiao: Teacher Qiao, I'm at the hotel, please come down with your computer!

Nan Zhao followed her over, and He Xiaoran wanted him to wait for a few minutes, but thinking that Zhou Chenyuan must be worried about her when he asked Nan Zhao over, He Xiaoran acquiesced to Nan Zhao coming over.

She sat on the sofa in the hotel lobby and found that Professor Qiao had not responded to her last text message.

He Xiaoran started to call Professor Qiao. The call went through, but no one answered.

He Xiaoran scratched his head, walked over and asked the front desk: "Is there a middle-aged man with Mediterranean hair just sitting over there with a computer, waiting for someone?"

The receptionist thought for a moment and shook his head: "No, I didn't see it."

A male waiter sitting next to him said: "I've been sitting here for an hour, and some people came up, but I didn't see anyone coming down with a computer. It has a Mediterranean shape and its characteristics are quite obvious. If there was one, I would definitely remember you.

Find someone?"

He Xiaoran replied: "I'm waiting for someone. It's my teacher. There's something wrong with the webpage I helped him make. I came over to help him correct it. I didn't reply to the text message and no one answered the phone, so I came over to ask. Since he didn't come down,

Maybe you're still busy, so I'll wait here for a moment."

He Xiaoran sat down and waited again, chatting with Nan Zhao and gossiping about his situation.

After waiting for about ten minutes, no one came down yet. He Xiaoran scratched his head, what's going on with Old Qiao?

Looking at the phone again, Professor Qiao didn't reply to the text message.

He Xiaoran called him again, but still no one answered.

He Xiaoran felt a little anxious. She stood up again and asked the front desk: "Hello, can you help me check if there is a middle-aged man named Qiao who comes to book a room?"

She was afraid that she had found the wrong place: "It should be the last business room here. Is it available?"

The front desk wanted to check, but the male waiter stopped him, "This is a guest's privacy, and it's not easy to disclose it to others."

He Xiaoran immediately said: "I know this, but my teacher is old. I'm afraid that something will happen to him alone in the hotel and no one will know."

He Xiaoran was indeed so worried. What if something happened to Lao Qiao? His partner hadn't arrived and no one found out. What would he do if something went wrong?

When she said this, the male waiter also hesitated and said, "Let's check it out."

After checking the room, the front desk said, "It is true that a gentleman named Qiao came over two hours ago to open a business room. It is at No. 6604 on the sixth floor."

He Xiaoran nodded: "I'll go up and have a look."

The receptionist nodded, "Then go ahead."

They were also afraid that if something happened to someone, they would be held responsible, so they quickly asked He Xiaoran to go up and check it out himself.

He Xiaoran said something to Nan Zhao and walked towards the elevator. Nan Zhao stood up and went up with her.

She was afraid that Nan Zhao wouldn't be able to wait any longer, so she explained: "Our professor is usually a very reliable person. I suspect that his cell phone is out of battery and he didn't receive my call."

Nan Zhao glanced at her and said, "Young madam, I'm not in a hurry. This is not your responsibility."

He Xiaoran smiled. She followed the road signs to find room 6604 and knocked on the door: "Professor Qiao, I am He Xiaoran, are you there?"

There was no sound in the room, and He Xiaoran knocked on the door again: "Professor Qiao? Professor Qiao! Are you there? I'm here to repair your computer!"

She knocked on the door and made too much noise. There was a middle-aged woman in the next room dragging her suitcase and opening the door. She said angrily, "Can you please be quiet? It's already making so much noise, isn't it?"

He Xiaoran quickly apologized: "I'm sorry. I came to see my teacher and agreed to meet downstairs. He never came, so I came up to have a look."

Seeing that she had a good attitude, the other party's expression softened: "Should we go out? When I was packing my things before, I heard that he was quite noisy. It seemed that he was quarreling with someone and the quarrel was quite fierce. He was shouting and shouting.

Then there was no sound, and I heard them going out."

He Xiaoran was stunned and said subconsciously: "It's strange...then why didn't he tell me?"

"I don't know about that." The woman dragged her suitcase and left.

He Xiaoran turned to Nan Zhao and said, "Nan Zhao, go downstairs quickly and ask the front desk to bring up the room key card."

Nan Zhao left quickly. He Xiaoran was about to hold the door handle, but for some unknown reason, he thought about it and retracted his hand, knocking on the door again: "Professor Qiao? Old Qiao? Old Qiao?"

She had a bad premonition in her heart. She just heard a competitor threatening Lao Qiao's organization a few days ago. Will something happen to Lao Qiao?

Thinking of this, she immediately took a step back and rushed forward, trying to kick the door open.

The first kick was unsuccessful, and the door lock showed signs of loosening with the second kick.

The third kick...

"Bang!"

The door opened.

He Xiaoran leaned forward and rushed into the room. What he saw was chaos.

The bedroom door was ajar, and there was a strange smell in the room.

He Xiaoran opened the door with his toes and saw Lao Qiao lying on the bed with tape wrapped around his mouth and nose. His body and limbs were tied up, and he was lying on his back. The marks under his neck were clearly visible.

He Xiaoran stood there and did not dare to step forward. She took out her mobile phone and called the police while trembling all over.

When Nan Zhao came to the door with the waiter and the key, he saw the door of room 6604 open, and He Xiaoran squatting at the door, hugging his knees in a daze.

"Young Madam?"

He Xiaoran looked up at Nan Zhao: "I called the police!"

In one sentence, Nanzhao knew something was wrong.

When Zhou Chenyuan received the notice, everyone was preparing to go to KTV to sing. He heard that Professor Qiao was killed on the hotel bed. Zhou Chenyuan paused and asked, "How is the young lady doing now?"

"The police have just sealed off the scene. Madam needs to cooperate with them in their investigation." After a pause, Nan Zhao said, "Madam is the last person to appear at the crime scene."

Zhou Chenyuan turned around and walked out, "Tell her not to worry about anything. She only needs to tell the police the truth about everything. Leave the rest to me. Don't worry about any changes in the process. I'm here!"

Nan Zhao responded, but He Xiaoran was still under shock. She slowly realized that she seemed to have become a suspect of the police.

But she didn't worry too much. After all, she knew whether she had killed anyone, and the police were not fools either.

However, she seems to have been involved in an incident that she shouldn't have been involved in. If someone takes advantage of this incident to cause trouble, I'm afraid she will cause a lot of trouble.

He Xiaoran stretched out his hand and rubbed his face, feeling a little complicated.
Chapter completed!