Chapter 217: The Murder Scene
Luo Xi, who was trapped at the scene of the murder, had an earthy face, and her wide eyes showed the scene of looking up at the window last night, it turned out that the black shadow in her drunken eyes was the Rakshasa ghost? This evil ghost is reminding her to take this man from her side!
Now don't worry that he wants to divorce and marry her, the innocent Chen Yishan has completely left this world, and from the coagulated blood, she can tell that the time of death is in the middle of the night, and she blames this damn alcohol for making her sleep so deeply, and she doesn't even know that the people around her were killed?
Seeing the Swiss Army knife on the ground, and seeing the door that was not closed, she suddenly remembered that Liu Wenli chased him to the room yesterday and killed people with a knife. Otherwise, why is the door still in a state of concealment?
"If Lao Tzu doesn't kill you, he won't be surnamed Liu!"
Thinking of what Liu Wenli said before being dragged away by the two wine girls, Luo Xiyan covered her mouth in horror, she couldn't imagine that because of this door that was not closed, she would become a murderer?
Poor Chen Yishan is still waiting for his daughter to come back and eat the seafood pizza made by his daughter, and he can't imagine that it will be convenient for his daughter to say goodbye overnight, and yesterday's video is the farewell banquet between him and his daughter?
Thinking of all the kindness this man had done to her, Luo Xiyan's face was already full of tears of shame, if she hadn't met Liu Wenli, how could Chen Yishan have died?
She knelt on the floor in pain, I'm sorry Chen Yishan, I hurt you!
"Do you need to clean your room, Miss?"
This new waiter has a very reckless personality at first glance, forgetting to knock on the door first when entering the guest's room, but directly pushes the door in.
When she saw the bloody scene on the bed, her eyes widened, and her mouth opened to plug the next egg, and after freezing in this posture for dozens of seconds, she immediately took three steps back, screaming on the spot, screaming and running: "Ah, murder!" Kill! ”
Her screams shook the entire floor, and at the same time, the strange face of Room 2540 flowed through the air, the black door, which exuded an aura of hell from the crack at the bottom of the door.
I don't know what Liu Wenli is doing inside?
"Hello, do you need to clean it?"
The waiter knocked lightly on the door three times, but no one answered, the guest should have gotten up at this time, otherwise he went to the restaurant for breakfast.
When the shrill siren sounded, the police and medical examiners arrived at the scene of the murder. Walking in the front is Lin Shanye, the sharpshooter's temperament is extraordinary, and the image of a male god sets off which people behind him have become a kind of foil.
The frightened girl curled up in a corner, her face unclear under her long hair, only her small mouth and tiny teeth, as she bit her lip all the time.
Lin Shanye just glanced at her simply, imagining her relationship with the deceased lover is undoubtedly a lover, she has never been used to a woman who climbs high branches like this, and she can have a romantic relationship with someone who can be a father for money.
"Miss, when did you find out that the deceased was killed?"
"Me"
Luo Xiyan couldn't control the trembling of her hands and feet, and her trembling mouth trembled: "I can't remember clearly, it's about eight o'clock." ”
"The dead were killed right next to your pillow, don't you know anything about it?"
"We drank a lot last night and I really didn't know anything."
"What is your relationship with the deceased?"
"I'm Mr. Chen's assistant."
"Assistant?"
Lin Shanye looked at her with a puzzled look, saying that it was better to say that the assistant was better to say the lover directly, and the word assistant made her fall into a situation of self-mockery.
"What's your name? How long have you been with Chan Group? ”
"Luo Xiyan, two years."
"How long have you been in a relationship with Chen Yishan?"
"It's been more than half a year."
"Miss Luo, please go back and record a statement."
Hearing the recorded confession, Luo Xiyan's expression became excited again, and he shook his head desperately: "No! I didn't kill anyone, I didn't kill anyone, he had already been killed when I woke up. It was Liu Wenli who killed him, and this knife is Liu Wenli's. ”
"Miss Luo, please calm down, because you are the first witness, and you must go back with us to record a statement. Rest assured, we won't wronged a good person. As for Liu Wenli, he lives in 2540, and we will go to him soon. ”
Perhaps it was this voice that convinced Luo Xiyan, she became quiet, straightened her messy long hair with her fingers, and slowly raised her head.
At this moment, the two pairs of eyes looked at each other, and suddenly, the world stood still, unable to turn for a long time.
In this bloody room, white gardenia petals floated up, and they kept looking at each other between the petals, eager to break through the barriers of time and return to the distant gardenia paradise.
A few strands of broken hair covered the corners of Luo Xiyan's eyes, her slender curved eyebrows fluttered lightly on her thick upturned eyelashes, her eyes revealed a pitiful light, and her moving body trembled in the flowing silk skirt.
This look made Lin Shanye's heart beat suddenly, and his blood surged, he seemed to see the gardenia a few years ago, his nose and brain were filled with the fragrance of gardenias, and his thoughts returned to the age of seventeen
A petal fell on his cheek, and he held the fragrance in the palm of his hand, unexpectedly rushing out of the primeval forest in the process of rolling down, but unexpectedly came to a gardenia paradise.
He wanted to get up, but the pain in his body made it difficult for him to walk, and the blood stains all over his body showed that he was deeply injured, and he gritted his teeth and insisted, he must get out alive.
A white handkerchief fell beside him, and the long-haired girl in the white dress was the embodiment of a gardenia, white as if she had just come out of the petals, and the exposed skin seemed to be able to pinch out water.
She leaned down gently, her dark eyes reflected his shadow, the warm wind blew, the white buds of the tree trembled on the branches, her long hair and clothes were dotted with white gardenias, the smile that sparkled with youthful brilliance, like a gardenia that quietly bloomed after the summer rain, with crystal raindrops, shy and elegant.
At this moment, he was in a fantasy world, tears welling up in his eyes, and his tongue was knotted when he wanted to say thank you.
Since that day, Lin Shanye has fallen in love with the fragrance of gardenias, he has fallen in love with painting, and always involuntarily copied a memorable outline on the paper, one after another, occupying his room and his heart. I always thought that fantasy should stay in the dream, but I didn't think that the person in the painting was unwilling to be lonely and walked into the picture?
"Officer Lin, Officer Lin, what's the fuss?"
It wasn't until someone pushed Lin Shanye's shoulder that he came back to his senses, but his expression could no longer be as comfortable as just now. His brush has painted countless hers, dreamed of countless hers, but how could he never have imagined that one day the meeting would be in this situation? Her identity turned out to be someone else's lover?