Gong Ling was arrested.

It can almost be said that she turned herself in.

She thrust the dagger again and again, and the man under her was still convulsive at first, and then quickly stopped moving.

But Gong Ling was still expressionless, with a feeling of numbness like death, and stabbed more than ten times before stopping.

She stepped out of bed, holding a bloodied dagger in her hand, tilting her head to look at the mess on the bed, like an artist admiring the work she had just finished.

The wound on Zhou Jianbo's chest was disorganized, and the open musculature was like a stamen.

And the thick blood that splattered out around was like a piece of freehand petals.

It's a bewitching and ghostly flower of blood.

Gong Ling looked at it for a while, put the dagger on the bedside table, walked into the shower room and turned on the hot water, and slowly washed the blood on her face and hands, even the fingernails.

After taking a shower, she started putting on makeup again.

Makeup, eye makeup, blush, contouring, lipstick...... Every step is not in a hurry, and there is no sloppiness or compromise.

After more than an hour, she finally nodded contentedly, and pulled out a beautiful bohemian dress from her suitcase and put it on.

After checking twice in front of the mirror to make sure that there was no flaw, the door was opened and the "Clean Now" sign light was turned on.

Not long after, a tired cleaner walked in.

But immediately she screamed and rushed out again, the cry of "dead" echoing through the hallway.

When the police came, Gong Ling was sitting on a chair in the corner of the room, looking at Zhou Jianbo with a smile and caressing her stomach.

The corpse, the murder weapon, and the suspect are all available, and there are a large number of detailed clues in the room, and the police have basically clarified the case without much effort.

Only Gong Ling's confession is not perfect, except for the "um" when asked if she kills, the rest of the details of the crime are silent.

And on that day, because of the loud voice of the cleaner, this murder scene was witnessed by many hotel guests, and some of the brave ones stood at the door of the room and looked at it cautiously, and even took out their mobile phones to secretly take pictures.

Gong Ling just looked at Zhou Jianbo quietly and didn't stop it.

On the same day, this detailed news with pictures and truths began to spread like a virus in the forums, post bars, and WeChat circle of friends in Shenzhen.

The next day, some news sites mosaiced the photo and re-promoted the news as push news.

More fierce material was dug up.

The girl used to be a well-known female anchor......

The man is the contractor who makes a fortune quietly......

The girl had many abortions......

The man has raised several tender models......

The woman had just been investigated for her disappearance at another hotel before the killing......

This incident slowly changed from a bloody and bizarre homicide case to a carnival of national complaints.

People say that one dies well, and the other kills well.

No one wants to know what happened.

There is no need to know.

……

Qi Zihuan and Han Tai also saw the news.

Especially after seeing the uncensored photos sent by others in the WeChat group, Qi Zihuan recognized Gong Ling immediately.

Gong Ling reappeared a few days after her disappearance?

After reappearing, he went to kill his boyfriend, the father of his own child?

Qi Zihuan thought of the weird elevator video again.

He asked Han Tae for a cigarette, frowned and smoked silently, then suddenly got up and told Han Taok that he was going to retreat, and he would not leave the bedroom door for at least a day and a night, so that he should not disturb.

Hankook, of course, has no objections.

Qi Zihuan entered the bedroom, locked the door, folded a small paper figure with letterhead, and brought it to life.

He took out the plastic bag given by the hotel from the closet, put it on his head, and then took the cord of the charger to tie the mouth of the bag tightly around his neck.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, held his breath, and wound the thread several times around it until it received the tightest and tied a dead knot.

With a burst of fluttering and convulsions, Qi Zihuan fell crookedly, cold.

It's like a connotative joke.

……

On the fourteenth floor, the corridor that once trapped Gong Ling.

Qi Zihuan walked forward slowly, without a sound under his feet.

Not because the carpet is thick and sound-absorbing, but because it has no weight.

At the end, he casually pushed open a door next to him.

The female corpse sat at the head of the bed, no longer looking like a female corpse, a wrapping long skirt outlining a somewhat plump figure, and long wavy hair hanging down on one side.

She swept Qi Zihuan, who had just entered the door, and said with a foxy smile: "Sir, do you want to play?" 600 once, 1500 packs night. ”

"It's expensive."

Qi Zihuan walked to the sofa and sat down without the slightest politeness.

"You can try it, make sure you think it's worth the money." The woman was lying on her side, her posture bewitching, and her chest was revealing a dazzling snow-white.

Qi Zihuan replied lightly: "But you smell a little bit, and I can't smell it anymore." ”

The woman's face changed suddenly, like a cat that had been stepped on by its tail.

But in a blink of an eye, the rain passed and the sky cleared, and he laughed happily.

"I remember you, you are obviously alive and well, why are you like me now, and you have become a dead ghost?"

"There's no way, I can't find you, I'm so anxious to commit suicide."

"Hehehe, that's how you want to see me?" The woman covered her mouth and chuckled, still winning.

"Yes, I have a problem with this person, which is that I am too curious." Qi Zihuan touched his nose and said self-deprecatingly, "If something doesn't happen, it really happens to me, I always want to figure out the cause and effect, otherwise my heart is like a kitten scratching." ”

"I didn't expect you to be a funny dead ghost. Anyway, there is no day and night here, and idleness is idleness, what do you want to know? ”

These two ghosts were really like fellow travelers who met on the hard seat of the train, and they chatted very casually.

"Don't talk about that man, I guess you were killed by him and buried in the wall. But why did I look at the wall several times and find no sign of you? ”

"Not only did he kill me, but he also used a porcelain altar to detain my soul, and every once in a while he let my soul return to my body, so that I could once again experience the despair of being confined in that cramped space."

Qi Zihuan nodded, the porcelain altar locked the soul, and there was no trace of escape, no wonder not only could it not be seen by the solar mirror, but also by his half-hung spiritual power sense.

"Then when this man was in the hotel, why didn't you just kill him, but let him go and use the girl to do this?" Qi Zihuan then asked.

The woman's jade hand supported her head, and she said lazily: "There is an ancient jade surnamed Zhou, and I can't get close." ”

"Then you can get close by possessing the girl?"

"I didn't possess it, I didn't control it, she killed it all by herself."

"What do you always do, otherwise why would people tear up their meal tickets for no reason."

The woman curled the corners of her mouth and spit out two words softly.

"Hypnosis."