Chapter Seventy-Three: The Mysterious Figure

The two walked out of the hotel and got into the car. "That housekeeper, have you noticed, call him to the brigade later." Wu Ping said.

"Her, what's the problem?" Lu Qingqing was puzzled.

"You still need to go through it." Wu Ping didn't say it directly. When she was in the hotel reception room, Wu Ping felt that the housekeeper's eyes were flickering, and she must have something hidden in her heart.

During the drive, one person blocked the way. Fortunately, Wu Ping's eyes were quick, otherwise he would have crashed into it directly.

It's really looking for death.

Wu Ping recognized it at a glance as the front desk attendant of the Jinhai Hotel. She was frightened. Wu Ping rolled down the window and looked at her.

The waiter looked left and right for a while, "I'm going to report the crime." "It seems that she is afraid of being discovered.

Lu Qingqing opened the car door and pulled her into the car.

"I don't want to go to the Public Security Bureau......" The waiter's voice trembled a little. Once their lives and murders are involved, ordinary people will inevitably cause chaos and panic to them.

"Okay, then let's talk about it in the car." Wu Ping drove the car out of the city.

"There is corruption in the hotel." The waiter made a lot of effort and finally spoke up.

"Embezzlement?" What does this have to do with Lu Anzhi's murder.

"She took money from the investigators, I don't know what she told you, but she certainly didn't tell the truth." The waitress continued, she was a little gloating, "I can't get used to seeing her take some dirty money and show off in front of me, what's the big deal, human life is at stake, and she dares to tell lies?" The image of the big sister in the square who loves to talk is fully revealed in her.

"Tell us everything you know, and we'll reward you." Wu Ping encouraged the waiter while driving.

"She wasn't the only one who saw it, I saw it that night." The topic of waiters has finally opened.

"See what?" Wu Ping and Lu Qingqing asked at the same time.

"Someone entered the deceased's room." She thought back, "yes, the guy who stayed in the hotel with him." ”

Then, it's Zheng Qian. Wu Ping and Lu Qingqing thought, but that night, wasn't Zheng Qian drunk?

Now it seems that Zheng Gan was pretending to be drunk.

Could it be that the person was really killed by Zheng Qian? But how could he faint at the scene of the murder? Who is the flesh and skin tissue in Lu Anzhi's fingernails? "And then?" Lu Qingqing asked.

"The man didn't go in long before he came out, less than ten minutes."

"How can you be sure?" Lu Qingqing continued to ask.

"I went to the bathroom, and when I came out, I saw him coming out of the room, and it didn't take so long to go to the bathroom." The waiter's eyes rolled up.

"What time was it?" Wu Ping asked.

"Half past ten."

From this point of view, from the analysis of time, Zheng Qian did not kill Lu Anzhi at that time, because Lu Anzhi's death occurred between two or three o'clock in the morning. Then, Zheng Qian controlled Lu Anzhi at that time, did not act immediately, and waited until the early morning to kill. I can't explain this.

"Anything else? Like hearing something. Wu Ping reminded the waiter.

"Nope."

There was a moment of silence in the car.

"So, is the clue I provided useful?" The waiter asked tentatively, did she mean a reward in her words?

"It works." Wu Ping replied very simply.

"So, can I go?"

"Wait."

After another two or three minutes of turning, Wuping stopped the car, and it was a secluded place. "Qingqing, you know, I'm a rude person. Last time someone didn't tell me the truth, what happened? Wu Ping took out the gun and loaded it, deliberately making a noise.

Lu Qingqing smiled secretly, she knew that Wu Ping was deliberately scaring the waiter, "Later, then she was crippled." ”

"You ...... What do you do with parking your car here? The waiter looked at Wu Ping and Lu Qingqing. The two of them were silent and looked at her. "Hey, the bonus is not a bonus, I don't want it, I'm leaving."

She wanted to get out of the car, but the door was locked by Wu Ping.

"I am telling the truth, and I dare not deceive you." The waiter's face turned red and soon turned purple again. She struggled inwardly for a while, and finally confessed honestly, "Then I said, you must not tell others that I said it, otherwise, I will die." ”

"What are you afraid of?" Lu Qingqing felt very helpless.

"Say it, we'll keep it a secret for you." Wu Ping said.

"Actually, we saw the murderer." The waiter recalled the events of that night, but was still afraid, "I had a bad stomach at night, so I went to the toilet every hour or two." In the second half of the night, I was the only one on duty, the toilet was dark, and I didn't dare to go, so I asked the room attendant to accompany me. It was about two o'clock. When we came back from the toilet, we saw a woman coming out of the deceased's room. She almost spotted us, but luckily we were able to hide quickly. The waiter swallowed and continued, "We didn't know what was going on at that time, we thought the woman was ...... It's business, it's normal for her to leave after doing business, and there are often such things happening in hotels, and we don't pay attention to them. It wasn't until the next morning that we found someone dead, and we remembered that the woman we had seen was a murderer. ”

Although it has been a while since his father was killed, hearing this again, Lu Qingqing still hates itchy.

"Is she alone?" Wu Ping asked.

"Right...... But ......"

"But what, say it quickly." Lu Qingqing asked, her gentleness disappeared, and the fierce light in her eyes was revealed.

"There was a tenant next door that night, who left but didn't check out, and the deposit was not taken. It's a little weird, I don't know if it's related to the murder. ”

Wu Ping's eyes lit up, "Go back to the hotel." He stepped on the accelerator and the car sped off to the Gold Coast Hotel.

On the check-in form at the hotel front desk, Wu Ping and Lv Qingqing found the registration information of the next room: Shi Nansheng, and an ID number. However, the information is very likely to be fake, and the key is what this person named Shi Nansheng looks like. According to the waiter's description, the portraitist drew Shi Nansheng's general appearance.

Now there is another question: why did Kong Shangwu hide the truth, what does he have to do with Lu Anzhi's case, and even say that he has anything to do with the series of cases in Guan Gongzhen Middle School. Wu Ping and Lu Qingqing's plan was: to keep quiet for the first time and closely monitor Kong Shangwu.

After verification, the ID number left by Shi Nansheng was written at random. The number does not belong to the county, and the corresponding person is a woman.

can't say that he didn't gain at all, at least he knew that Kong Shangwu was related to the case, otherwise he wouldn't have concealed the confession of the hotel room attendant, and he also bribed her not to tell the truth to other policemen. Skynet is magnificent, negligent but not leaky, Kong Shangwu thought that he was airtight, who knew that there was also a front desk attendant who was also a witness.

Three days have passed in a blink of an eye, and there has been no progress in the search for evidence, and nothing has been found in monitoring Kong Shangwu.

Lu Qingqing became more and more anxious, she asked Wu Ping and Gao Ge, "Can you print Shi Nansheng's portrait, release posters, and search for him overwhelmingly." ”

"It's not time yet." Wu Ping rejected Lu Qingqing's request, "Doing so will alarm Kong Shangwu, wait a minute." ”

Wu Ping can wait, Lu Qingqing can't wait, and Xu You can't wait. Shi Nansheng's portrait was already in Lu Qingqing's hands, and she secretly printed the portrait, "I always feel like I've seen it somewhere." Lu Qingqing stared at the portrait and muttered, but when and where did he see it, and he couldn't remember it for a while. Lu Qingqing slapped his head hard, "It's stupid." She scolded herself.

The world is complicated, how can she, a little girl like a flower, figure it out? The author also couldn't figure it out. However, Xu You's matter will soon be understood.

Lu Qingqing walked around the street alone, the weather was getting colder and colder, the wind blew on her face like a knife, and some of them got into her collar and immediately into her towering snow-white chest and belly. Lu Qingqing wrapped her clothes tightly and continued to walk aimlessly.

Buy some clothes, in such a cold weather, what else can you do to pass the time besides buying some clothes. Speaking of buying clothes, Lu Qingqing remembered the scene when Xu You accompanied her shopping last time. That's really a good memory, whenever she thinks of Xu Yu, her heart is always sweet. But this sweetness soon turned into bitterness, and Airo was suffering in prison for many years, and if no evidence could be found, he would be sentenced to death.

Lu Qingqing thought so, and suddenly a motorcycle roared by, and the rider snatched the leather bag she was holding under her arm. The inertia of the car brought the person down, and Lu Qingqing rolled on the ground.

fell with a blue nose and swollen face, Lu Qingqing was extremely angry, and pulled his legs to chase forward.

Where to chase, people's footsteps are no match for the rotation of wheels. chased all the way to an alley, this area was all slaughterhouses, and he had never set foot in it, and there was a pungent smell in the air, and Lu Qingqing covered his nose with his sleeves.

The bag fell to the ground, and the biker was so fast that he emptied the money and dropped the bag. Lu Qingqing leaned over and picked it up, strangely, the things inside were not missing. What the situation, regardless of him, turned around and went back.

However, the pig-killer on the street tied the pig's four legs with a tool that drove her feet into the ground. Four cylindrical sleeves are placed on the pig's four legs, and the end of the sleeve is worn with a rope, which is then hung from the beam. In this way, the whole slaughtered pig was hung on the wall on all sides, and the pig killer was allowed to cut it at will.

Lu Qingqing immediately thought of the regular tooth marks found on his father Lu Anzhi's limbs. She walked into the slaughterhouse. "Master, do we all use this tool to kill pigs?" She pointed to the four sockets.

The pig killer raised his face and raised his head, his face was full of oil, he didn't expect such a peugeot girl to come to such a dirty place, grinned, and his face looked fatter, "Yes, interested in this?" ”

"Can you show me?"

The pig killer turned around and groped in the corner for a while, and quickly took out one and handed it to Lu Qingqing.

In the hand, it weighs about three catties, and it can be divided into two halves, and the tooth marks inside are similar to those left on Lu Anzhi's hands and feet.

Lu Qingqing's stomach swelled, and she almost vomited, she thought of her beloved father being killed by the murderer like a pig, uncomfortable and disgusting.