Text Chapter 92 Lori in a red dress
Hearing the bad news at first glance, Jiang Hua was shocked and said, "How is this possible? Yang Xiong is only forty this year, and he has no heart disease, why did he suddenly die?"
Wang Wenjun stammered, "No...... Heart disease, Mr. Yang's death is very weird, you can see it by looking at it. ”
Jiang Luo and his father exchanged glances and said, "Let's go over and have a look first." ”
Yang Xiong lives on the lower floor, room 1120.
Pushing open the door, I saw Yang Xiong lying on the ground on all fours, his face was calm, no different from sleeping, and there was no trace of blood on his body.
If you look closer, there are two small black holes in the neck, which can easily be seen as two black moles if you don't look closely.
The heart stopped beating, and the body was stiff as iron, and it was indeed dead.
"Old Yang!"
Jiang Hua exclaimed, tears flashing in his eyes, Yang Xiong was not only his right-hand man, but also his friend for many years, and his sudden death caught him off guard.
"Manager Wang, hurry up and call the police, let's quit first, don't destroy the scene", Jiang Luo was not as sentimental as his father, and shouted calmly.
Manager Wang nodded in a panic and called the police.
Jiang Luo squatted down, pressed two fingers against the two small black holes, caught a faint trace of spiritual power, and guessed in his heart.
Yang Xiong is just an ordinary person, and his spiritual power is obviously left behind by the murderer, if there is no accident, the murderer is a monk, or he may be a profound monster.
But he didn't dare to say what he had guessed in his heart, for fear of causing panic.
Ten minutes later, the police came, interrogated clues one by one, and retrieved surveillance footage, and were very busy.
This case is indeed incredible, the deceased did not have any wounds on his body, only two small black holes, and there was no shortage of famous watches and bank cards on his body, obviously killing people not for money.
The most likely motive for the murder was vendettas, but after asking around, colleagues said that the deceased was popular and had never had a grudge with anyone.
"Ladies and gentlemen, have you seen this little girl?", a policewoman asked, holding up her iPad and pointing to a little girl on the screen.
The clarity of the picture is not high, and at first glance it is a screenshot of the hotel's surveillance video.
Everyone shook their heads, they had never seen this child, Yang Xiong's family only had a son who was in junior high school, and this little girl in a red dress obviously had nothing to do with him.
The policewoman said: "The time of the deceased's death was about two hours ago, that is, between six and seven o'clock in the evening, and it can be seen from the video that during this time period, only this little girl entered the deceased's room."
With a red dress, yellow hair, and a high nose bridge, this child is not like a Chinese, and is likely to be a mixed-race or overseas tourist, think about it again. ”
Manager Wang was surprised: "Why did Mr. Yang let this child into the house? Could it be that there is some kind of ulterior relationship between them?"
Jiang Hua sank his face and said, "Nonsense, Lao Yang is not this kind of person. ”
Several other colleagues also stared at Manager Wang with blaming eyes, when the cause of death is unknown, you said that Yang Xiong had a strange relationship with Xiao Lori, didn't you mislead the police to handle the case?
In case some kind of rumor comes out, not to mention Yang Xiong's reputation, where will the company's face go?
Manager Wang hurriedly bit his tongue and retracted his head.
Jiang Luo clasped his hands on his chest, his sword eyebrows furrowed, as if he had been pondering, and suddenly asked, "Comrade policeman, which elevator did the little Lori in the red dress come in from?"
The policewoman shook her head, "She didn't take the elevator or climb the stairs, and in all the surveillance videos, only the camera at the door of the deceased's room caught her."
She is like a fairy, coming and going without a trace, but she does not rule out the possibility of changing clothes halfway. ”
"This gentleman, do you have an impression of her?"
Jiang Luo shook his head, "I remember wrong, when I came back, I saw a little sister in a pink skirt, and the color of her clothes and hair was different from hers. ”
"Oh, if there is a clue, please let us know as soon as possible. ”
After asking for a confession and checking the surveillance video, the police removed the body and left the hotel.
The hotel owner squatted on the ground and cried for his father and mother, and a person died inexplicably, how can business be done.
The Jiang Group was also in a heavy mood, and the two female executives were even more frightened.
"Xiao Luo, do you have eyebrows in this case?", Jiang Hua asked.
Jiang Luo replied: "Dad, I'm not a detective, nor a policeman, what can I see?"
Jiang Hua sighed: "Alas, Lao Yang died, our loss is too great, and I have known him for so many years, and I feel uncomfortable seeing him die in vain." ”
"Dad, don't worry, maybe the murderer will soon show his fox tail. ”
Jiang Luo clapped his hands, "Let's go back and rest first, don't worry about it, don't think about it, I believe the police will solve the case as soon as possible." ”
Colleagues scattered and went back to their houses.
Jiang Luo and Jiang Hua originally booked a room each, but after such a big incident, he didn't worry about his father sleeping alone, so fortunately he and his father were squeezed into a suite.
Jiang Hua tossed and turned, and didn't fall asleep until midnight.
Jiang Luo was full of energy, and he didn't need to replenish his physical strength through sleep at all, so he simply concentrated his energy and scanned the entire hotel with his divine sense over and over again.
Fortunately, no suspicious characters appeared all night, and there were no new victims the next day.
If the murderer leaves this area, he is really helpless, and maybe the police are helpless, and the case becomes an unsolved case.
If Jiang Luo knew spiritualism and could communicate with Yang Xiong's revenant, he might be able to solve this tricky case immediately, but unfortunately he was unable to perform the Spiritualism Dafa.
After he began to cultivate, he knew that the wall piercing technique, the soul conjuring Dafa, the stealth technique, the possession technique, and so on could only be performed by high-level cultivators above the God Transformation Realm, with the corresponding magic weapons.
There is a small square near the hotel, and at eight o'clock in the morning, a group of elderly people are already wearing ribbons and singing and dancing in the square.
Jiang Luo went to the supermarket to buy something, passed by this small square, and took a few looks with interest.
This group of old men and old ladies is a few years older than their parents, and now they are enjoying themselves and taking care of themselves, but their parents are still struggling on the front line of their careers.
If he could, he wanted to find a qualified professional manager to take over the Jiang Group, wealth was just a number, it was not that important to him, and he never thought about succession.
"Sister, sister, do you buy flowers?", a little girl held a large bouquet of red roses in her left hand, and gently patted a woman's leather bag with her right hand.
The soft and glutinous voice even Jiang Luo was attracted, and when he looked at it, this girl was inexplicably familiar.
Red dress, yellow hair, blue eyes, like the little Lori in the surveillance video, is it just a coincidence?
The woman, like Jiang Luo, focused on the square dance, and only came back to her senses when she heard someone call her and saw a cute little girl.
"I'm sorry, I don't, little sister, you're half-blooded?"
After being rejected, the little girl wrinkled her little nose and seemed to be dissatisfied, so she turned around and grabbed a middle-aged uncle in a straight suit.
"Uncle, fresh roses, five dollars a piece. ”
The uncle took out ten yuan and took two roses.