Dressed as a mystery novel victim

Yang Qingshui has developed a new way to eat popcorn. Put the popcorn on the white square bag, roll it into a strip and eat it in one bite, or pour it into a table tennis shooting gun to catch the ball in your mouth.

He also found out that this street is ruled by a white stray cat with a round face. Whenever a foreign creature passes by, the big guy squints his eyes, breathes at it unpleasantly, hums twice before continuing to sleep .

Maybe it's because it looks like a dog eating popcorn, the white cat barked at Yang Qingshui for 3 minutes, and found that the man just wouldn't leave, so he just stared dryly and didn't dare to move forward, mad and cowardly.

Yang Qingshui experienced the most boring five hours in his life. His lumbar muscles were strained from sitting, his old eyes were dim, and he walked into the hotel hand in hand from the car window. Among those men and women with lustful smiles, there were still no Chen Huaiyan and Lin Yinyin in the full file.

Gao Yang pleaded guilty, Zhongtian was smashed, the plots are different, the ending is the same as the novel, and the novel ends here.Yang Qingshui's fortune-telling golden finger is used a lot, he should look for a job seriously, and take some classes that will not kill him, but when he is a private detective, he realizes that this job is not as good as fortune-telling, watching around and squatting in the grass , The dog is haunted.

The door on the right side was opened, Zeng Yueer got into the car, and handed Yang Qingshui the third afternoon tea today, with a look of distaste: "Eat less sweets, be careful of diabetes."

"I have no experience. Excessive intake of sugar will burst blood vessels first, and it will not cause diabetes." Yang Qingshui took a sip of frozen lemon tea, and his face relaxed after suffering for a long time. A little sugar secretes dopamine, how desperate should life be?"

Zeng Yue'er sat in the driver's seat, took over the binoculars, and looked at the situation on the street through the car window, and said: "Who told you not to accept big and strange cases, but only accept commissions for adultery and adultery, that's called self-inflicted crime. "

"..." Yang Qingshui said, "When I go back, I will write the employee rules and contradict the boss to deduct half a month's salary."

Zeng Yueer laughed and said that if this thing works, she will have to deduct money for two days of work until she goes bankrupt.

It was indeed too long to wait. Chen Huaiyan's wife told them that her dead ghost husband must return at night every Wednesday. The bill shows that the consumption is for the five-star hotel in front of them. Husband|prostitute|women.

"Go out to take a breath." After speaking, Yang Qingshui opened the door and got out of the car.

The job is simple, as long as you take a photo of conclusive evidence of an affair and hand it over to the client, the remaining half of the fee will be yours, and your life is not in danger.More importantly, if this kind of case goes wrong, at most the cheating man and woman will continue to have a good time, and the original wife will be unhappy.In a case involving human life, one person's incompetence can lead to catastrophe, at least letting the bad guys go, and at worst, making the good guys doomed. Yang Qingshui is not yet fully confident.

Just as she was thinking about it, the car window knocked, Zeng Yueer stared and pointed across the street—65-year-old Chen Huaiyan, with a business bag under his arm, strode towards the hotel with a business style as if he was just coming to the hotel for a meeting.Three meters away, Lin Yinyin, with long flowing hair, was carrying a small bag. She was dressed fashionably, and entered the hotel with both feet, obviously afraid of being bumped into.It's not because of a sense of morality. Chen Huaiyan and the client are going to divorce. Whether it is at fault or not decides the distribution of property. The lower body can't be controlled, so we can only be cautious.

After gesturing, Yang Qingshui ran across the road, and Zeng Yueer got out of the car to follow.

Tacitly, Yang Qingshui raised his arms, and Zeng Yueer slipped into his arms, brushing the hair around his ears, "It's agreed, I want that watch..."

Chen Huaiyan looked around, then waited at the elevator entrance.Lin Yinyin went straight to the front desk to apply for a room card. There was no communication during the whole process, just like a stranger.

Behind them, the two pretending to be lovers have a standard attitude of a man and a woman, hugging each other like conjoined twins, as if there is no one else around, it seems that they can't even wait for the room card, and they can't wait to have a big fight in the hotel lobby.

"Really? I don't believe it!" Zeng Yue'er coquettishly flirted with exaggeration, her face turned towards Yang Qingshui, and her gaze was always fixed on Lin Yinyin who was not far in front of her.

As soon as she took the room card, Lin Yinyin turned around and bumped into them. The room card in her hand fell to the ground unsteadily. Zeng Yueer quickly squatted on the ground to pick it up, her eyes were clear.

Yang Qingshui took it, and casually threw it back to the original owner. The two of them didn't look at her, and they fell in love again, "Oh, it's all your fault, she couldn't walk properly, and bumped into someone."

Lin Yinyin wanted to make trouble, but when she saw Chen Huaiyan looking at her watch, she was very impatient, she rolled her eyes and passed by.

Walking to the front desk, Zeng Yueer secretly pinched Yang Qingshui's arm to keep him from laughing, while continuing to pinch her throat and act coquettishly: "Today is the third anniversary of our acquaintance, and she is going to the place where she first opened a room. Live on the twelfth floor."

Yang Qingshui gritted his teeth, showing a domineering smile of the president's office, "Okay, okay, I'll listen to you in everything."

Disgusted by this wonderful couple, fearing that they would do something out of the ordinary, the front desk staff found an empty room on the twelfth floor, checked them in quickly, and stuffed their room cards.

"1204." After getting on the elevator, Zeng Yueer's voice came back normally, and she asked while tidying up the shooting equipment from her bag, "Do you want room service?"

Yang Qingshui refused without even thinking about it.Running errands, who would let room service in?Moreover, he continued to knock on the door without letting him in, which made people suspicious. He said directly: "Catch a prostitute."

At last, it felt like wandering the edge of illegality, Yang Qingshui thought, this matter has to be resolved quickly, otherwise next time I'll let someone find cats and dogs and forget it.

When you arrive at the door of Room 1204, don’t rush in. At most, you’ll be chatting with each other, talking nasty words, and leaving your clothes very early. It would be embarrassing to go in too early.Yang Qingshui squatted in the corner to eavesdrop, Zeng Yueer prepared the camera, took pictures with one hand, and videotaped with the other.

The two looked at their watches, and the atmosphere was quiet and tense.

Not long after, there was a scream from the room, it was Lin Yinyin.Before they could react and ring the bell, the door clicked open, and the woman ran out barefoot, naked and wrapped in a towel, her face pale.

Suddenly, the man and woman appeared in her sight, and she was stunned.

Looking at each other, Lin Yinyin was still very flustered, her hands trembling: "He's dead..."

Yang Qingshui rushed into the room.

Clothes were messed up on the ground, underwear and shoes were thrown aside, Chen Huaiyan on the bed was completely naked|naked, his knees curled up, foam was spit out from the corners of his mouth, his limbs were stiff, and he was already incapable of responding.

Zeng Yue'er ran after her, and was also stunned when she saw this scene.It is probably an anecdote in the industry that catching rape can lead to death. She took a deep breath, regained her senses, and took out her mobile phone to make an emergency call.

Yang Qingshui stepped forward and looked at Chen Huaiyan's breath and heartbeat, his face was tense, and his pupils were already dilated, and he might not be able to rescue them.

Lin Yinyin flinched, she stood at the door and dared not come in, nor was it easy to go out, so she had to explain in a murmur: "He took the medicine, he said he felt uncomfortable while doing it, and then he got cramps, it has nothing to do with me, it really has nothing to do with me !"

She shouldn't have lied.Yang Qingshui guessed the cause of death, but he just got wind of it right away—the way of death is embarrassing, I'm afraid no one will accept it, so it's hard to say anything at this time.He picked up the shirt on the ground and walked towards the door.

"Calm down—"

Before the words were finished, a black figure ran past in the corridor of the hotel, and the figure with the peaked cap seemed familiar.

After being stunned for half a second, Yang Qingshui threw the clothes to Lin Yinyin and ran after her.

The tragedy came suddenly, and no one thought that a secret affair would lead to a life. Zeng Yueer, who was supposed to be a paparazzi photographer, became the person involved in handling the situation.

Confirm the situation, call the police, inform the client, and appease Lin Yinyin who was too scared to speak.When the police and the ambulance team arrive, they have to explain the situation.

"The wife of the deceased commissioned us to take pictures of evidence of his infidelity. My colleagues and I were just outside the room door when the accident happened..." Zeng Yueer looked around, but there was no sign of Yang Qingshui.

"Where is your companion?" asked the police officer who took the note.

"I..." Zeng Yue'er recalled it carefully, "Not long after the accident happened, he ran out."

The policeman asked her to contact Yang Qingshui, and Zeng Yueer called his number.The room was in chaos, she walked out, and faintly heard the familiar bell.

Following the source of the sound, Zeng Yueer walked deep into the corridor. The ringtone came from the fire escape, and the echo was particularly eerie in the stairs.

Pushing open the door, there was nothing in sight, only the mobile phone with a broken screen on the ground, not far away, a puddle of blood splattered on the wall, shocking.