Tang Lu was woken up by a text message - a text message from Miao Weiwei.

She had already contacted the classmate she was talking about, saying that Mr. Ke had promised to see this Tang Lu relative, and sent the address with him, which was at the Nantang Binhu Hotel on the outskirts of Xincheng.

Tang Lu hurriedly got up and freshened up briefly, ready to go out.

Not surprisingly, Shi Qi from 602 next door started her live broadcast today:

"Thank you for the No. 5 battery sent by the running snail! Miss Shiqi specially prepared an original song for you!"

Then she began to sing:

"Why is it thundering and raining?

Because after a thousand years, there will be no me in the world, and that is—

Wait for a thousand years! I have no regrets! Who said in my ear -

A thousand years, flowers bloom every year!

......”

"......" Tang Xuan.

Taking advantage of Shi Qi's energetic singing, he hurried out of the door, and when he passed by 602, he hung the pair of torn stockings on the door.

............

The subway is in the morning rush hour, and the flow of people is very strong.

Looking at the high-rise buildings outside the window, Tang Yi was a little emotional.

Because before coming to Xincheng to study at university, he had always naively thought that the subway was a train running underground.

"Nantang Binhu Hotel. Tang pondered.

This is the address given by Miao Weiwei, saying that Mr. Ke is now writing manuscripts in this hotel. But when he thought about it, he always felt that the name of this hotel seemed a little familiar.

It seems to have been seen somewhere, and not so long ago.

So Tang Yi clicked on the official account of "Professor Ke takes you to solve strange cases" again, chose to view historical articles, and then suddenly realized.

The title of one of Mr. Ke's recently updated articles is:

"Explosion! Grimace Murder Incident! Nantang Binhu Hotel built on the 'mass grave'?"

It is no wonder that this associate professor of the history department did not want to stay in school and went to a suburban hotel to write something, which turned out to be to collect writing materials.

Because Tang Yi was already immune to Professor Ke's ability to talk nonsense, he only took a cursory look at the content of this article.

Aside from the strange and chaotic parts of the article such as the 'mass graves' and the 'Internet Sadako' serial life-seeking left by the Japanese invasion of China, to put it simply, this Nantang Binhu Hotel has had two murders in the past month.

One was a hotel guest who committed suicide by jumping off a building, and the other was a hotel cleaner who died suddenly of a heart attack.

Two accidents that seem to be very common, and there is no sign of "he killed". However, in Mr. Ke's article, he said that after the investigation of the residence of the two deceased, a smiling face painted with yellow paint pen was found in the room opened by the hotel guest or in the hotel cleaner's lounge.

This smiling face is not big, and it is the size of a teacup. The drawing is even more simple: a circle, with two curved eyes and a curved mouth.

It's a bit like the smiling little yellow face in the QQ emoji.

Tang Tao didn't dare to be sure of the truth or falsehood, it was very likely that Mr. Ke made it up blindly, and he didn't bother to investigate it deeply.

He only wants to know the truth about himself, Old Tang and Dr. Zhang being shot in the head three times now.

Fortunately, after two hours of suffering, the crowded subway is finally about to arrive at Nantang Station. Tang Lu, who had already been squeezed into the depths of the carriage, hurriedly squeezed out, forcibly separated a bloody path from the crowd, and rushed to the vicinity of the car door with all his strength.

His operation immediately caused a series of commotions in the carriage.

"You tap ...... Yes...... Yes...... No...... Tap ...... I'm in pain...... Yes...... Ah......h

............

"Knock knock!"

On the 24th floor of Nantang Binhu Hotel, Tang Tao gently knocked on the door of hotel 8824-14.

"Who?" said a serious man's voice.

"May I ask if it's Mr. Ke? I am a relative of the deceased in the shooting at Shenglong Huohu Men's Hospital, Miao Weiwei introduced me. Tang Lu said politely.

First, there is a request for others, and second, people are teachers in their own schools.

For this reason, Tang Yi also bought some special gifts - bought four oranges at the farmers' market not far from the hotel.

"Squeak!" the hotel room door opened, and behind it was a middle-aged man in a dressing gown.

Bald, gold-rimmed glasses, covered in fat.

This is indeed Mr. Ke, an associate professor of the history department in the school-Tang Lu saw the deity, and immediately took a seat, recalling that he had seen it in school.

But the other party definitely doesn't know himself who has become Yang Wei.

Since there was already an acquaintance to introduce him, after a brief introduction, this teacher Ke invited Tang Lu to enter and sit down in the room.

"Tea?" asked Mr. Ke.

"Nope. Tang Lu shook his head.

"Eating sugar?"

"Nope. ”

"Smoking?"

"Good!"

Two lit cigarettes, smoke filling.

"Teacher Ke, let's eat an orange!" Tang Lu hurriedly handed over the gift he had just bought.

"Tell me, what else is unusual about the hometown of the deceased in the men's hospital shooting?" Mr. Ke did not take the orange, but said straight to the point.

"Yes...... That's right, I am a distant relative of the father and son of the non-local household registration among the deceased in the shooting case, and this time I came to see you, Mr. Ke, mainly because I saw the article you wrote on the official account, and I obviously know this case very well. Since there has been no official report on this case, I would like to ask you for advice. Tang Lu awkwardly withdrew the orange in his hand and replied straight to the point.

"Oh, that's it......" Mr. Ke leaned back and leaned back against the back of his chair.

Then he gave a polite smile and said:

"Young man, you also know that I am doing self-media, of course, the code word is to make money and eat; although I don't want to soar, but at least I have to earn a few porridge money, right? Otherwise, why should I spend energy and time on this matter?

As for the men's hospital shooting you mentioned, it was the news that I had worked hard to investigate, and then it took me three days to sort it out into the article in the official account. Tell me, how much mental and mental power is involved in this?

But you can also see the final result, not to mention the reward for this article, even the number of readings is not much. I, Professor Ke, am a person who relies on code words to eat, since this article is not selling well, why spend any more energy and time on this loss-making case?

Do you know that this is the era of market economy, there is no market, and there is no economy, so there are some things that I would rather rot in my stomach, and I don't want to write about them in the future, and of course I won't tell others easily.

Young man, do you know what I mean?"

"......" Tang Xuan.

Once a college teacher is slippery, it will only be more difficult to do than those old fritters in society!

But Tang Xun also understands this Teacher Ke very well, after all, people have no relatives and no reason with you, so why should they help you in vain and reveal the news to you?

It's a pity that Tang Lu doesn't even have 200 yuan in his pocket now, and the only thing he can give to the other party is this bag of oranges.

Four oranges are clearly not enough.

"Or ...... Why don't I exchange news with Mr. Ke? Mr. Ke will tell me the details of this case, and I will also tell you the strange things about the hometown of the deceased's father and son, and I promise not to disappoint you. Maybe you can even make your next article popular with the entire circle of friends!" Tang Lu could only talk to him like this.

But he was wrong.

How could a cultured hooligan like Mr. Ke be fooled by a young man like Tang Xuan?

Teacher Ke slowly exhaled a puff of smoke and put away the smile on his face:

"Then let's talk about it, let me first judge whether the content you provide has exchange value. ”

"......" Tang Xuan.

In fact, seriously speaking, just based on the nonsense of "aliens attacking the earth" in the official account, Tang Yi is not sure how much this teacher Ke knows about this case. And looking at the other party's posture, it is clear that he does not really want to exchange news with himself.

So he was a little hesitant.

At this time, there was a sudden sound of rushing water in the bathroom of the room, and it was obvious that someone was using the faucet.

Is there anyone else in Mr. Ke's hotel room?

Tang was stunned for a moment, and then the sound of water in the bathroom disappeared, and the door was opened, and a young girl in a nightgown came out.

"Xiaolu?" Tang Lu blurted out with a shocked face.

The whole person also involuntarily stood up from the chair.

Xiaolu is Hong Xiaolu, Tang Lu's classmate in college in his previous life.

And it's also the object of Tang Tao's crush when he was a freshman!

Now she is wearing a nightgown and slippers, coming out of the bathroom in Teacher Ke's hotel room.

In the hotel room, the lonely men and widows are all wearing nightgowns......

The man is an associate professor of history who is over 40 years old and is covered with fat, and the woman is a former class girl on a university campus who has just turned 21 this year.

In an instant, Tang Lu understood everything.

"Smack!"

He seemed to hear something shatter in his body.