Dressed as a mystery novel victim

The pungent decoration smell... Yang Qingshui's nose felt uncomfortable while he was about to wake up.

Heaven doesn't taste like that, I guess he didn't die.

He chased to the back stairs and wanted to catch the man in black, but he didn't realize that it was an ambush. He didn't realize that he was hit with a stuffy stick on the back of the head, smelled a sweet chemical smell, and passed out immediately.

Kidnapping again... Nothing new?

Limbs and facial features are still there, and the condition is not bad.It's just that the wound on the top of the forehead hurts, the back of the head is dizzy, the blood flows from the top of the forehead to the cheek and it dries up again, and it's a little itchy.

A string of names flashed through his mind, and Yang Qingshui realized that he had few other things, but he had many enemies, and there were many people who were willing to skin him and bone him, so it was really difficult to choose for a while.

Since it was a kidnapping, he should still have the value of survival. He could hang out for a while before the other party killed him, and wait for the rescue to arrive.

As he thought about it, there was a metal squeak of iron gates knocking and opening in the distance, and the footsteps became clearer from a distance, and someone was approaching.The man stood still for a while, seeming to be looking at Yang Qingshui, then closed the door and pulled up a chair.

The metal chair legs moved and dragged, scraping the concrete floor along the road, making a harsh voice, "You don't have much time, don't waste it pretending to sleep." The man's voice was calm, as if he was talking about such a trivial matter as Yang Qingshui was going to be late.

Opening his eyes, it took a while for his sight to connect with his consciousness. Yang Qingshui roughly sensed where he was—half of the house was cleaned up, and the other half was still rough. Iron frames, wires, and tools were scattered, and many buildings were piled up beside the walls. Materials, it looks like a renovation site, but the spacing is not like a residential building.

The man was sitting on a chair, only two meters away from Yang Qingshui, facing him, with a slightly pale complexion, a playful smile on his face, and said, "Hello, partner."

Yang Qingshui was taken aback for a moment.

As he spoke, the man turned the brim of his hat to reveal his face.

The man's brows are sparse, and he was originally handsome and straight, but his face is bloodless, and his eyes are stern, making people look at him at a respectful distance.He stared at Yang Qingshui with a half-smile at the corner of his mouth.

This face was much thinner than the person Yang Qingshui saw in the photo, and he might not be able to recognize it at a glance. When he looked closely, Yang Qingshui suddenly realized something and took a breath. "Ling Yu?" He blurted out his name involuntarily, and the blood rushed to his scalp, causing it to tingle.

"How about it, are you surprised to see me, or scared?" Ling Yu tightened his gaze.

Yang Qingshui struggled with his hands, his excitement was restricted by the thick rope, and he suddenly realized that Ling Yu tied him up like this, obviously he didn't intend to reunite with him to reminisce about the past.He took a breath and asked, "You were the reporter who was at the gate of the police station that day, right? You showed up a long time ago, but you kept your face. Is it because of some misunderstanding between us?"

Ling Yu couldn't help laughing: "At this moment, who are you still pretending to be acting for, lying for a long time and thinking that you are telling the truth? Tell me, when did my detective agency gain a partner, and I have an extra partner? My friend, even I don't know, or are you planning to make up another story to deceive me?"

Yang Qingshui: "For this reason, you want to kill me?"

Ling Yu: "Is it not possible?"

"..." It's not impossible.

Jingtai Hotel, security monitoring room.

"2000 yuan a night, a five-star hotel, and you don't even know that the surveillance camera is broken." Miao Yi was very angry, "If someone dies, your hotel will be completely famous!"

The screen adjusted to the center of the console is two embarrassingly black screens, which are especially abrupt in a lens video.The lobby manager glanced at the angry female police officer, and then quickly glanced at the male police officer next to him. He didn't say a word or get angry, but for some reason, the manager became more panicked when he saw this person, and quickly shifted the responsibility to the security supervisor. , "Director Liu, explain this to the police officer."

The security supervisor looked at the security guard on duty.

The security guard was a middle-aged man in his forties. Seeing his eyes falling on him, he broke out in a cold sweat and stammered to explain the situation: "This...the line was interrupted. I reported it for maintenance according to the procedure. The report will be completed within three hours." There is no violation of the rules. If the maintenance person does not come, I don’t know where the problem is. Could it be repaired with the power of thought? Who... knows that something will happen within a few hours.”

The security guard wanted to speak, but was frightened by Miao Yi's sweeping gaze, so he murmured and shut up.

The ball hit the maintenance man, the manager called the liaison office and asked the maintenance department to send someone to explain the problem.

At this moment, Lin Zhilu slammed on the wall, slammed the door and left.

"Take your excuses and explain to the firefighters, and wait for the fine to be rectified." After the manager turned blue with fright, Miao Yi immediately followed and left the monitoring room.

Lin Zhilu held the evidence bag containing the mobile phone and walked up the elevator from the lobby. "Brother Lu, wait." Miao Yi chased after him, carefully explaining the current situation to him, "I think the person who kidnapped Ah Shui had a premeditated plan, and he is very smart, knowing to find the dead angle of the camera to act, maybe he offended him before. The members of the gang, do you want to go to the informant to see if there is any news?"

Lin Zhilu stood in the elevator, motionless, his expression was more gloomy than the night outside.

The elevator drove up to the twelfth floor, and they walked to the fire escape. The blood was dry, only mottled blood red.Lin Zhilu scanned the location as far as he could see, and began to investigate clues. There were almost no traces of fighting around, and the doorknob smelled a sweet smell of ether. Yang Qingshui should have been unconscious. When the kidnapper left the fire exit Chemical residue from the handle rubbed onto the doorknob.

The edges of the three steps down were covered with plaster, and the fourth and fifth steps gradually became less and less. If the plaster belonged to Yang Qingshui's shoes, it meant that he was dragged away with his upper body supported, and there was only one kidnapper.

The gang seeks revenge, and it is not so risky to just find one person to act.

While thinking, footsteps came from outside the stairs, and Zeng Yueer ran over.She pushed open the door, panting, "how is it, is there any monitoring clue?"

Miao Yi shook his head, "The lens is broken."

"Ah?" Zeng Yueer blurted out, thinking that now is not the time to be disappointed, the most important thing is to find Yang Qingshui, and quickly tell them, "After Lin Yinyin calmed down, she told me that when she was standing by the door, she saw a man wearing a peaked cap, The tall and thin man ran past, and Yang Qingshui chased him out."

After hearing this, Miao Yi felt something was wrong, and turned to look at Lin Zhilu: "That means Ah Shui knew the kidnapper?"

Lin Zhilu glanced at Zeng Yueer.

After a pause, Zeng Yue'er became clear-eyed, and shouted: "Yes, he asked me to investigate that reporter, and his appearance is similar to what Lin Yinyin saw!"

Although he didn't know the reason, the man in the hat pestered Yang Qingshui again and again, and even kidnapped Yang Qingshui unconsciously.Lin Zhilu's face tightened, if it wasn't for profit, then Yang Qingshui would be even more dangerous.

There was only one man in the hat. How did he move Yang Qingshui out of the hotel without being noticed by others?

A face flashed across the stairway door, then retracted.

Miao Yi sharp-eyed: "Stop!"

Pushing the door open, it turned out that it was the aunt who was cleaning the guest room. Just now Zeng Yueer spoke loudly, and the sound of the stairs echoed, which sounded a little scary. Upon hearing the sound, the aunt came over to gossip about the situation.Unexpectedly, it was the police, who caught me for questioning and complained endlessly, "Comrade police, don't care what case you are investigating, I really don't know anything..."

Lin Zhilu suddenly asked: "Is this hotel only for residents and staff to go upstairs?"

The cleaning aunt didn't know why, so she nodded.

Miao Yifu said to his heart, "I'll find the list of today's staff and guests!"

"Just the list of employees." Lin Zhilu stopped her, "Go to the housekeeping department, who has moved the cleaning cart or luggage cart today." Moving a large living person out of the hotel will not make people suspicious, he should just Dixie can leave the hotel's garbage truck or luggage cart, and Yang Qingshui hides in it. Others will only think that he is an ordinary hotel employee, and don't notice the difference.

"Roger that!"

The night was dark, and this night was extraordinarily long.

It was as if there was the roar of a machine, faintly echoing in my ears.

Looking at Ling Yu who was going to kill him, Yang Qingshui was in a very complicated mood, why can't he have a cliché reunion, two hugs, eyes full of tears, crying loudly: I finally found you!He chose to follow a dark plot, and Ling Yu had a gun in his hand, ready to beat himself into a sieve at any time. No wonder, he robbed his identity and the detective agency, making him believe that it was not easy for him.Pretending to be a partner was not his intention, or was it an arrangement of fate?He was very wronged, let alone explained.

"I looked for you. A year ago, I went to the circus you were investigating. Zeng Pingguo confessed to murder...I don't know what happened, but you didn't come out of the circus, and no one else got news of you. I Thought you were dead."

Ling Yu: "Do you know why no one has found my whereabouts? Because I'm dead."

Yang Qingshui looked at him.

"I remember that I was trapped in the underground cage of the circus. I was dying, maybe I was dead, and I lost consciousness. I disappeared out of thin air. From the soul to the body, I no longer exist in the world. I should be completely dead. But I I still woke up, just opened and closed my eyes, it has been a year later, can you imagine my mood?"

As he said that, Ling Yu seemed to find it funny, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a sneer, "When I woke up, I found that the world was turned upside down. There was also a stranger who claimed to be my good brother and friend. What would you do in the face of him?"

Stay calm and investigate what happened.

So Ling Yu concealed his identity, pretended to be a reporter, and asked him those questions at the gate of the police station.

After some investigation, Ling Yuhui found out that Yang Qingshui was not doing his job properly, was trying to gain fame, and had moral issues. He seemed to have solved many cases, but he never found his investigation record, which was extremely suspicious.

"That day, I planned to expose your deception in public." Ling Yu said, "But I didn't have a chance to confront you. You were stabbed into the hospital and your life was dying. No one cares what you did. They just want to know whether you will or not. will die, and my plan has been shelved."

"why……"

"Why didn't I show up again after you woke up?" Ling Yu took over his words, "On the day when the newspaper headlined you woke up out of danger, the killer rushed into the apartment and shot me."

As he spoke, Ling Yu unzipped his clothes, exposing his left shoulder. A red scar the size of a coin was like a terrifying spider, with outstretched limbs wrapping around his chest. The position of the muzzle was no more than a few centimeters away from the heart. .