Criminal Investigation Files

Chapter 165

The first ray of sunshine in the morning shone on the island, and the seabirds began to wake up. They spread their wings in the wind and rain and hovered over the island.

With the passage of time, the rain gradually stopped and the wind became smaller. After the typhoon, the island was shrouded in a faint mist, like a cloud of smoke.

In the happiness hotel of Nansha Island, the day has just begun.

Uncle Wang looked out from the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room. From this angle, he could see that in the past, only the front hall was left of the cake house with colorful lights, and the back part had been burned into a mass of charred ruins.

In the typhoon this morning, two people were killed in the cake house because of the explosion and fire.

Those are all living people, who are still talking and doing things at night, and in the early hours of the morning, they are buried in a sea of ​​explosions and fires.

That family seems to be cursed, and is frequently loved by death.

Uncle Wang lived so close, so he knew a little bit about the secrets of the cake house. He also found that some guests behaved strangely. The hotel cleaners found some balloons in the room while cleaning. He has always wondered whether the disappearance of the girl before had something to do with the cake house.

The people in the village talked a lot about the cake shop, but no one tacitly agreed, and there was no other reason. Everyone had no grudge against Qian.

The cake shop can attract tourists to this small island. If there are customers, there will be business, and everyone's life will be better.

Even, Uncle Wang was afraid in his heart, and hoped that the business of the cake shop would be better.

Thinking of this, Uncle Wang let out a long sigh.

By now, it seems that it is too late to do anything.

The cake shop has been destroyed, but the life of the people on the island has to go on.

This might be a bad thing, it might be a good thing.

At least, he will no longer be afraid, afraid of being implicated by what the cake house sells and what he does.

Uncle Wang got up and went to prepare breakfast for the guests as usual.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the typhoon had already passed, but the communication had not been restored.

The islanders on the island should have also heard the loud noise last night and saw the fire, but they did not dare to go up to the cliff to check. Over the years, the upper and lower cliffs have long been two distinct worlds. Although they communicated, they did not interfere with each other.

Several people in the hotel did not sleep well last night.

In the early morning, when Qiu Lan woke up, she found that the girl had woken up early. She was wearing a T-shirt that Qiu Lan gave her, lying beside the hotel window, staring blankly at the cake house after it burned. of the ruins.

Qiu Lan walked over and looked in that direction. It used to be the girl's home. Qiu Lan touched the girl's hair, and the girl turned to look at her. The little girl's big eyes were still swollen and looked pitiful.

Qiu Lan felt sorry for this girl, afraid that she would catch a cold, so she brought her a red coat and a pair of cropped trousers. Li Ting'er was not very old, but her neck was slender and her height was not low. Although Qiu Lan was an adult, she was not taller than her. how high.