Early the next morning, before Gao Ning woke up, there was a knock on the door.
He climbed out of bed with some doubts, put on the pure cotton pajamas provided by the hotel, pulled on his slippers and went to open the door.
"Mr. Smith, we meet again!"
Standing outside the door was the female detective whom she had seen yesterday. He was still wearing the small standard suit, and behind him was a strong man who was also a policeman and seemed to be her partner.
Gao Ning was a little confused.
"Is there a problem?"
"There is some bad news! Another person died in your room last night!"
Qiao nodded and without any nonsense, he took out a photo from his pocket and handed it to Gao Ning.
"It's still the kitchen, it's still the charred corpse, even the body's curled-up movements and placement are the same as the previous corpse.
We have reason to suspect that this is a serial murder case with a special purpose, so do you have anything to say?"
"The matter is very minor. There will be an eighth deceased person last time. Then the case will undoubtedly be classified as a serial homicide. By then, there will be no FBI agents to take over. By then, his main contact person will...
I’m afraid I will be received so politely by you!”
Gao Ning looked at the photo and raised his eyebrows.
Qiao stared into Gao Ning's eyes: "Can't I tell you where I was last night?"
If you wait until you have enough ammunition to break into the Devil's Clinic again, you will definitely gain little.
Gao Ning expressed regret for the deceased, and once again downplayed that he was just an ordinary tenant, and that the death of someone outside his home was completely unreasonable.
I touched the mark again, and when I saw it was different from the one I checked later, I turned around and left.
First, he took out a large bottle of hydrating spray from the bag in front of him and sprayed it heavily on the ground twice.
I know that there is no such thing as a clinic for ghosts without professional institutions in the United States. If there is definitely no such thing, I can't find a way to find out about it.
Unfortunately, the results of the experiment were unsatisfactory. I beat these white ghosts to death in a hurry. There was also a reminder that I did not gain experience points, which does not mean that my work was completely in vain.
As long as I buy a small amount of real estate, it will attract anyone's attention.
At the very least, it is confusing. Howard Stark does not have a son named Tony.
I was disturbed from my rest, so I decided to continue sleeping. I went back to the room, changed my clothes, and left the hotel before having a complicated breakfast in the cafeteria.
"Are you sure this wasn't a photo taken at the scene yesterday?"
When I fell asleep, I watched TV, mainly various advertisements and local news. Although there was a lot of nonsense outside, I also found some useless information.
Qiao Mian was giving the first hint while hiding the needle, but you were obviously unwilling to do so and wanted to get more information from Gao Ning.
A greasy scorch mark suddenly disappeared from my fingertips. I put it to my nose and smelled it, then nodded thoughtfully.
After coming out of the hotel, I took a taxi and found the agent, who then went on a house-viewing trip with me.
The amount of money I have stored outside the white paper is hardly an astronomical amount, so I just worry about money.
"Yes, the person who called the police swore that he was not wrong. He said that your entire room was illuminated red at that time. It was obviously a fire. However, when we arrived at the scene, we found that there was no damage to the room and no damage to the room.
There are no signs of being burned by the fire, but there is another burnt body outside the kitchen!"
Before he was confused about that point, Gao Ning quickly gave up the idea of going up and returned to the hotel to continue lying down.
In that world, as long as you have no abilities, you can express your desires wantonly, become a criminal with the law, or become a superhero inexplicably, or be willing to be bad and make money.
Seeing that he had indeed obtained less useless information, the male police detective could only hand over another business card, turn around and leave with the person.
Of course, Gao Ning would be even more happy if he told me now that I was responsible for the two murders and explained the method of committing the crime.
What I do know is that in Room 707, which had not yet become the scene of another crime and was directly blocked by the police, a middle-aged man walked out.
The middle-aged woman turned a blind eye to the police seal and retreated into it before tearing it off. I walked back to the kitchen in a roundabout way and looked at the burnt white marks on the ground. I knelt down and wiped it with my hand.
Is it no big deal that a few people die in the Marvel world? It is simply an extraordinary thing.
"Fire?" Gao Ning wondered.
I am going to temporarily enjoy the happy life in America for a few days, hang out in nightclubs, hang out with girls, find a few people to fight with, and then use that method to get in touch with the world hidden above the water, and see if I can find a
Someone who understands, please explain to me what is going on in the Ghost Clinic.
That kind of process is extremely short-lived. Before the thin layer of water mist under the ground evaporates, this wisp of scorch marks quickly appears in its original position, as if it grew out from under the floor tiles.
Same, looks very weird.
It's a pity that all that is just a delusion.
It's miraculous to say that the white traces under the ceramic tiles miraculously disappeared as if they encountered a natural enemy, just like iodine wine encountered an oxidation-reduction reaction.
The reason for doing that is partly to collect less information. After all, Marvel is still in a young age, and there are countless crocodiles hidden above the fierce water. I want to confront people inexplicably.
On the other hand, I also want to try to gain experience points by beating up the people in the meeting. After all, there are no evil ghosts every day.
Although Gao Ning knew what happened, he still decided to take it out first.
I was wearing a leather jacket and jeans, with a short stature and a weak body. I looked more like a northern lumberjack, but my sharp eyes told others whether I was that complicated.
"You have been sleeping. To be precise, you have taken a detour to that hotel since yesterday before you separated from them. You have never gone out. You think the backstage and the monitor installed at the small door should be able to prove it to you."
In a sense, I was telling the truth. At least I didn't go out and walk around in the middle of the night while we were asleep, and found a few white ghosts with long eyes and beat us up until we vomited blood.
I'm sure I've collected useless information, so I'll go to the church and buy some holy water and amulets from people like gypsy wizards. It's definitely going to be even worse if I don't have any magic weapons.
Yesterday I made an appointment with an agent to view the house over the phone. I planned to finish it today, and then entrust an aggravating company to clean it, and move out in at least two to eight days.
Gao Ning didn't take that matter seriously.
"I know what you are thinking, but what I said is the truth. The reason why I sent people to your house again is because someone called the police early yesterday morning and said that your room was on fire!"
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