Splitting headaches.

Jiang Qiao opened her eyes, her temples were still beating suddenly, she tried to move her body, but fortunately there was no ghost pressing the bed, and her body moved freely. Jiang Qiao propped up the bed with her hands and sat up, but found that her hands and feet were weak and weak, and there seemed to be a fire burning in her body, which made her mouth dry.

She licked her dry lips and looked around, ready to get out of bed and go to the living room to drink water. The room was dark, and the heavy curtains were drawn so tightly that not even a trace of light came in. Jiang Qiao got out of bed in a dark way, and didn't take a few steps, but he kicked a hard thing, which felt like a chair leg. She wondered where there was an extra chair in the room.

Jiang Qiao groped his way forward, and finally touched the curtain and pulled it open. The dazzling and blazing sunlight poured in from the window, Jiang Qiao closed her eyes uncomfortably, turned to face the room, and when she opened her eyes again, she was frightened by everything in front of her.

It was an unfamiliar room that looked like a hotel room. And a man with his back to her, kneeling in the middle of the room, was no more than a meter away from the bed she had just gotten up. On the snow-white bed, there were blood stains, like red plums blooming in the snow, so dazzling and abrupt.

The man just knelt on the ground, motionless, his head hanging limply on his chest, without the slightest hint of anger. Jiang Qiao was stunned for a while, and then remembered that the top priority was to call the police, she looked around, but she didn't see her mobile phone. The only way to get around the corpse was to get out of the room and get help from the front desk.

Jiang Qiao tiptoed forward, as if she was afraid of waking up this man who had been dead for a long time, poof, Jiang Qiao looked down and saw that the carpet in the hotel room was soaked in blood, and she spilled out as soon as she stepped on it. Jiang Qiao found that not only on the ground, on the bed and even on the wall, there were traces of blood splashing everywhere. But the strange thing was that Jiang Qiao didn't feel the smell of blood in the air at all.

On the contrary, the small room is filled with a pleasant aroma.

"This smell is so familiar... Isn't that the smell in a wooden box? Jiang Qiao sniffed vigorously and frowned, could this be related to the Bai family's case?

As soon as this thought came out, Jiang Qiao couldn't help but look back at the true face of the corpse. This glance almost made her collapse, and it was the youngest son of the Bai family, Bai Zhiheng, who had been kneeling here for a long time. He hung his head and stared unwillingly at the white mass of the object in his hand—his head had been split in half, and he knew with his toes what it was. Bai Zhiheng had a thick wound on his neck, and the blood sprayed out stained the clothes in front of him into a red bib.

"Ah Heng? How are you here ... How did I end up here? Jiang Qiao, who was weak just now, still maintained the only remaining sense of reason, and after seeing Bai Zhi's white face like gold paper, he almost completely collapsed.

Jiang Qiao held her head and wanted to remember what happened last night, but it was like countless needles were piercing every nerve in her head, making her almost unable to think, let alone recall.

At this moment, Jiang Qiao just wanted to escape from this room and find someone to ask what was going on, she quickly fled to the door, and was stunned at the moment when she reached out and pulled the door lock.

There is a huge full-length mirror at the entrance of this hotel room, and the moment Jiang Qiao rushed by, he saw a figure, to be exact, his own figure. She stared at herself in the mirror in disbelief, in the mirror she was wearing a pink cheongsam, yes, it was the cheongsam in the wooden box found in the Bai family yesterday, the hem of the cheongsam was stained with blood, like a swaying manzhu sawa embroidered on the cheongsam.

Jiang Qiao raised her hands, the blood stains on them had dried, and the dark brown blood clots could fall down the powder by gently rubbing them, which all showed her that everything that happened last night, she was not only a bystander, but also a participant... Or even ...

Jiang Qiao didn't dare to think about it anymore, she stared at herself in the mirror and was distracted, and suddenly, the reflection in the mirror moved, and smiled at her.

"How's it going, did you find Little Joe?" Mao Daxin asked anxiously.

Jiang Li looked into the distance and didn't speak, as if waiting for something.

"Daxin, Team Liu is looking for you." A colleague not far away was calling him.

Mao Daxin had to go over to see the situation first, and when Team Liu saw Mao Daxin, he frowned and said: "It has been confirmed that Bai Zhisheng's parents are fine, they slept in their own store last night, but Bai Zhiheng has no news, he went to the hotel alone, the phone couldn't get through, checked his ID card information, in this hotel in our city, you take a few people to see the situation." Note that if there is a homicide, in addition to protecting the environment at the scene, you must avoid leaking the news, the hotel is full of people, and I don't want to see any information about the homicide in the newspaper headlines tomorrow. ”

After Mao Daxin received the order, he hurried to Jiang Li, originally just wanted to talk to him, but he didn't expect Jiang Li to be happy: Jiang Qiao had been found. "Where?" The boulder in Mao Daxin's heart finally fell to the ground. Jiang Li took out his mobile phone to open the map and pointed to one of the locations, Mao Daxin's smile suddenly froze on his face, he looked at the map, and then looked at the memo in his hand: "Amitabha Hotel." ”

It seems that Bai Zhiheng is also more auspicious.

For the first time, Mao Daxin was so hopeful, and his work was in vain.

"That's it."

Mao Daxin's car stopped in front of a hotel. Before you even enter the door, you can hear the sound of Buddha and the smell of sandalwood coming from the lobby of the hotel. The hotel got all kinds of Buddhist supplies in the lobby, from the lotus heart flowing water platform to the portrait of Guanyin Master, everything was available, if it was before, Mao Daxin would have stopped to take a closer look, but now he is not in the mood. The hotel's front desk staff also wore a plain white robe, and when Mao Daxin took out his police ID, he repeatedly emphasized that the hotel advocates Buddhism and will never violate the law and discipline.

Mao Daxin had no intention of entanglement with them, directly found out Bai Zhiheng's room number, and hurried to the elevator room with his colleagues and Jiang Li.

Helplessly, the elevator speed was too slow, Mao Daxin was heartbroken, and let Jiang Li and the front desk staff take the elevator and run up the back stairs by himself. But I didn't expect to meet several pairs of disheveled men and women along the way, panicked, and instinctively hugged his head and squatted down when he saw Mao Daxin, Mao Daxin's purpose was not for them, and shouted: "Get out." And he paid no more attention.

When he arrived at the destination floor, Jiang Li had just come out of the elevator, and several people gathered in front of the door, just waiting for the front desk staff to open the door with a key card.

Didi~ The door opened. But the anti-theft lock was hung inside, the door was only opened by a crack, and the strong smell of blood came to the nose, and the front desk staff stepped aside in panic, shivering.

Mao Daxin was about to kick open the door, but heard movement inside. He glanced at Jiang Li and shouted softly inside, "Xiao Qiao, is Xiao Qiao you?" Is it you in there? ”