The room is bright and clean, the skewed light shines in from the outside, and there is not a single particle of dust in the air.

If you only look at it with your eyes and from some fixed angle, this room really lives up to its price.

However, even if the air circulation system in the room was still working dutifully, it was difficult to hide the indescribable smell of blood in the room.

In the middle of the living room, there was a trace of blood on the high-end sofa that was placed upright.

This is the source of the commotion downstairs.

"I'm afraid the news can't be suppressed. ”

The room was filled with uniformed men, a man wrapped in a white shirt fumbling around the living room, sometimes lying on the carpet like a hound, looking through the gaps in the bottom of the furniture, sometimes carefully brushing powder from some corner with a brush and packing it in a transparent plastic bag.

The people in the room watched the man in white like this, and the expressions on their faces were very flat, until a middle-aged man with frosty eyes came in from outside the door and said such a sentence.

"Got it. ”

In the room, the only guy in uniform standing against the wall picked up the middle-aged man's words, and then his waist was slightly forced, and the whole person stood up straight away from the wall.

"Go out and talk. ”

This is a man with a Chinese face, sideburns and middle-aged people who break through the door are generally dyed with autumn frost, but his figure is still tall and not bloated at all.

The place needs absolute silence, and the tracer who is working on the ground must not be disturbed in the slightest.

"Click. ”

The door closed behind him, and the building on this floor had been blocked, and the residents should disperse and divert, and there was a dead silence and solemnity in the air that was originally full of people, and even the fragrance could not cover it.

"It is initially believed that the deceased was shot through the heart, and there is a small hole in the window opposite the sofa, which seems to be the point of incidence of the bullet, but the fatal bullet has not been found at the scene. The hotel's air circulation system ruined the traces of odors, and the problem was a bit tricky. ”

Standing in the corridor, even during the day, the hotel is still full of wall lamps, and by the European-style sculpture, the man with a Chinese face stands against the wall with his arms folded, as if he can't stand on his feet by relying on his legs.

There are not many people in this world who can stand firm on their own legs, especially in the imperial capital, the center of power in the Celestial Empire.

"Bullets ......"

The middle-aged man stood in the center of the aisle, like a javelin, and like a Fang Tian painting halberd standing at the gate.

He muttered and repeated, his brow furrowed into Sichuan characters.

"This was a long-planned assassination. ”

After a long time, he came to a conclusion.

A conclusion that does not count as a conclusion.

That's a piece of nonsense.

But no one would stand up to point it out, at least not in this floor of the hotel, only the man standing against the wall silently staggered his gaze.

"I'll go and have a look at the visiting group, maybe I can ask something, together?"

This is the purpose of the middle-aged man here, he is actually a self-aware guy, and at this critical juncture, he must invite a real master.

"It's fine. ”

The man with the Chinese character face 'broke free' from the support of the wall with the same movement as when he got up in the room, and the middle-aged man walked side by side with him, like a tacit understanding, and there was only a fist between them.

……

“…… After returning to the hotel after the morning visit, Mr. President asked to be quiet for a while, Mr. President has a bit of a temper today, after all, we did not dare to touch the fire when we saw the smoky appearance of the factory funded by our country, so we fulfilled his wish and let him sit alone in the living room...... But I didn't expect that when we went to ask Mr. President if he wanted to eat at noon, he found out that it was ...... But I found ......"

In a makeshift interrogation room on the same floor as the scene of the incident, Lawrence Fried recounts with snot and tears, choking up before he could finish a passage, as if his father had died, making one wonder about his relationship with the assassinated president.

Although once you enter the blood clan, it is as deep as the sea, and from then on tears are passers-by, and according to the physiological structure, the blood clan cannot shed tears, but the black man who is crying here is obviously not an ordinary blood clan, and he has a way to break this iron law. This is also one of the reasons why he dared to stay after Lin Ming made a decision.

“……”

Because it was a temporary interrogation room, and these law enforcement officers did not dare to lock the members of the delegation into the bureau at will until the matter was clarified, the entire interrogation process took place in the bedroom of the guest room, and the person in charge of the interrogation wanted to close the record book in his hand when he saw Lawrence so broken.

It would be a waste of time to ask someone who was emotionally broken, and the information he received from such a person would probably be very personal, but he still had to keep going.

At the very least, enough confessions must be collected.

"Mr. Lawrence, do you think it would be who assassinated the President, or do you know who Mr. President has offended lately?"

After careful speech, he still felt that it was not very proper, after all, after visiting the factory in the morning, the president had spoken about cutting off trade with the Celestial Empire.

If he has offended anyone recently, then it is obvious that he has offended the Celestial Empire.

If you want to kill him the most, then it is obvious, not to mention the big one, there are no less than 100 suspects on this street alone.

Doubt alone does not convict a person, but some doubts should not be born at all.

The interrogator looked at Lawrence with anticipation in his eyes.

"Moxiline! It must be Moxiline!"

I don't know if the inquirer's inner prayer was eavesdropped on by Lawrence or if it was part of the plan, Lawrence, who was asked the question, said the name in a categorical tone.

"Moxiline?"

The name was recorded, and it was a foreigner, a foreigner who was not in the Celestial Empire at the moment. In other words, he is the most promising candidate to win the next presidential election of country XX.

Blaming the assassination of the president on the struggle during the transition of power in the country was exactly what the Celestial Dynasty wanted to see.

The inquirer did not suspect Lawrence's bloodshot and tearful eyes, and he didn't even look at them at all, he hurriedly jotted down a name and was about to ask further, when there was a knock on the door of the bedroom.

One of the two police officers who had been standing in the room watching and watching opened the door, and outside the door stood the man with a Chinese face.

"Chief Cheng!"

The three military salutes were made almost in no particular order, and without further words, the interrogator handed the notebook in his hand to the other party.

"Moxiline?"

Turning directly to the last page, there was no surprise in the eyes of the man surnamed Cheng.