What an eventful time!

Luo Zhen hung up the phone and sighed. There were two murders in one night, one in a car accident and one in a homicide, all on the same street. Not to mention, it's convenient to go to the police!

"Xiao Yang, you drive!" Luo Zhen said to the young forensic doctor who had just stepped out of the door while putting on his coat, "I'll squint for a while, I just came back from training last year, and I haven't even breathed yet!" ”

Xiao Yang gave him a blank look and closed the car door with a snap.

…

Accommodation for the benefit of the people.

Luo Zhen looked up at the dirty and broken red billboard on the top, and snuffed out the cigarette butt in his hand.

"Welcome!"

As soon as he stepped through the door, he frowned at the sudden sound of a mechanical female voice, and when he turned his head, he saw that the sluggish beckoning cat had an eternal smile on his face, and his dirty paws were still swaggering, which was incompatible with the dull and solemn atmosphere of the store.

The first thing that catches your eye is the service desk across the narrow passageway, a desk with old furniture and a mess of documents stacked on top of it, and a thick, dirty computer monitor, which is empty at the moment.

There is a small wooden door next to the front desk, which looks like a rest or utility room. The surrounding walls are empty, covered with dirty black water stains and upturned wall skins, and you can still see small advertising fragments that have not been torn up.

It wouldn't seem strange that such a hotel would have a dead person, Luo Zhen thought to himself.

"Brother Luo is here," an assistant police officer walked over, "the scene is on the third floor." ”

"Has the monitoring been adjusted?" Luo Zhen pointed to the ** next to the service desk, "What about the witnesses?" ”

"Someone has already been sent. There were two witnesses, both of whom were taking statements. However," the assistant police officer paused, "the boss didn't see him, and there was no one at home." ”

Luo Zhen was silent when he heard this, took out rubber gloves from his pocket and put them on, and turned into the stairwell with Xiao Yang.

This building is a self-built house to be demolished, split in half from the middle, half of the hotel and the other half of the owner lives by himself. There are five floors in total, and the second floor is a dining hall, a song hall and a recreation room, but it doesn't seem to be in operation and has been abandoned for a long time. From the third floor onwards, there are only 10 rooms in total.

"Has the identity of the deceased been verified?" Luo Zhen went straight in.

"No, he used a fake **." The assistant police officer immediately replied, "The traces are still collecting evidence, and it will be verified in a while." ”

While speaking, the three of them had already arrived at the staircase on the third floor, facing 301, with seat belts pulled up around them, and people were bustling back and forth, all doing their jobs or measuring or shooting.

Luo Zhen put on his shoe covers and walked into the room first.

This is a very ordinary standard room, with an area of about 15 square meters. There are two beds on the right, opposite the window, and on the left side of the window is the bathroom. The floor was covered with crumpled and dirty carpets, and the room smelled musty and bloody.

Of course, the most striking thing at this moment is the body of the deceased facing the door with his back to the windowsill.

The man's eyes were wide open and he glared angrily. His head was tilted slightly, and his eyes were full of resentment and unwillingness. Frankly, this face is quite handsome, if you ignore his slightly hideous expression.

The deceased's short silver hair was very conspicuous, he was wearing a camouflage uniform, he looked like he was a big and tall man, and his muscles were also very contoured, and he was obviously not a good person.

But now he is slumped on the ground like a ragged paper kite, although there are no obvious external injuries at a glance, and the traces of struggle around him are not obvious, but the more this happens, the more the murderer's terrifying power can be revealed.

"He has nothing on him except a fake **, a small empty ** and more than 70 yuan." The voice of the assistant police officer sounded behind him.

Xiao Yang squatted down and started working without saying a word, Luo Zhen stuck his head out of the window and glanced downstairs, where the scene of the car accident could also be seen.

Could there be a connection between these two murders?

Turning around, Luo Zhen walked straight towards the bathroom. As soon as he walked to the door, he smelled a peculiar fishy smell, a bit like egg whites, which smelled disgusting.

The two traces were squatting on the ground collecting something, Luo Zhen bent down, only to find that the floor of the bathroom was covered with transparent liquid, which looked like water, but when the traces were extracted, it was obvious that the thing was slimy.

"What's that?" Luo Zhen sniffed.

"I don't know." A trace replied immediately.

Luo Zhen looked around the bathroom, there was a mirror on the wall opposite, and the configuration of the bathing utensils was very simple, and there was not even a shower curtain to cover it.

He walked back into the room and set his eyes on the two beds, the quilts were neatly folded, but there were obvious signs of someone sitting next to the bed, and they were wet. An empty travel bag sits on the bed by the window, and next to it stands a conspicuous TV cabinet, with drawers made of stainless steel decorative panels, as smooth as a mirror, which looks out of place compared to the other simple furniture in the house. There is a half-** mineral water on the TV stand.

Luo Zhen half-squatted and opened a few drawers to check, but they were empty and there was nothing in them.

Judging from the scene, it appears to be an improvised murder, with fingerprints and hair left in many places, and the killer did not take the half-drunk mineral water and used toilet paper from the trash can.

"Let's go see the witnesses!" Luo Zhen said to the assistant police and walked out of the door quickly.

…

Mama Zhang sat behind the table a little dejected, her hands in a clasped posture, her eyes straight.

As soon as Luo Zhen came in and sat down, she said with a crying voice: "Comrade police, when can I go home, the baby at home is still waiting for me to cook!" ”

"Don't worry, I'll let you go. You recount the discovery of the deceased in the hotel. Luo Zhen said.

"I've said it twice, comrade policeman!" Zhang's mother pouted.

Luo Zhen looked at him and didn't say anything.

Zhang's mother showed a somewhat aggrieved expression and began to speak slowly.

…

"Mom Zhang, a guest has checked out, 301."

Hearing Xiao Fang's scream, Zhang's mother answered, and reluctantly turned over and got up from the bed.

When she walked out of the rest room with the sanitary ware, she found that Xiao Fang was gone, and she didn't know what was happening outside the door.

She yawned and walked slowly upstairs.

When I went up to the platform between the second and third floors, I suddenly heard the sound of footsteps, which shook the handrails.

"Hey—"

As soon as Mama Zhang looked up, a tall figure brushed the ground around her, and jumped onto the platform below with a bang. She turned her head, only to see the top of the man's head, and quickly disappeared around the corner.

Zhang's mother shook her head and continued to climb the stairs.

By 301, the door was open, and she kicked it open as usual, and was ready to enter the house to clean it.

…

"And then I saw the dead man!" Zhang's mother cried as she spoke, "Her face is white and white, it's scary!" Just stared at me like that, I shouted at him several times and didn't answer, and I ran away! ”

"What does the person you see in the stairwell look like, what clothes is he wearing, is he a guest at the hotel?" Luo Zhen looked at the confession record, and his tone was normal.

"I didn't see it too clearly, but it seems to be quite delicate." Zhang's mother said, "The clothes are black, a very strong young man, running fast." I don't know if it's a guest or not, I don't know anyway. ”

Hearing this, Luo Zhen leaned back in the chair and looked at the colleague next to him: "Let's be next!" ”

…

"No, not a guest!" Xiao Fang shook his head very firmly, "I also bumped into this person, he almost knocked me over at the door of the store, helped me and ran away." Today, except for the one surnamed Wang, there are no other customers in the store at all. ”

"Are you sure?" Luo Zhen said.

"I'm sure." Xiao Fang nodded.

"You just said that before you walked out of the hotel, you saw a man in red running down, right?"

"Yes, the red-clad guy was hit by a car." Xiao Fang nodded, "You go to the hospital and ask, you must be able to ask!" I thought he was a guest at the hotel, but I didn't know that the guest was killed in the room. ”

"At the time of the incident, there was only one customer in the store, Wang Zhuo, and there was no one else except you and the cleaner, right?" Luo Zhen confirmed repeatedly.

"There really are no other guests." Xiao Fang emphasized, "There shouldn't be anyone else, I really didn't see anyone coming in." She hesitated and said, "You can watch the surveillance!" ”

"Of course I'll watch the surveillance." Luo Zhen said lightly, "Otherwise, according to your meaning, the inn that originally had only one guest had two more big people out of thin air." ”

He still didn't say a word: Could it be that Wang Zhuo was killed by a ghost?

At this moment, a criminal policeman walked into the interrogation room and whispered a few words in Luo Zhen's ear, and Luo Zhen was shocked.

A colleague told him that after facial recognition, the identity of the deceased had been determined and that it was a dangerous death row prisoner, Lu Dali.

The problem is that the death penalty was carried out two weeks ago!