I Can Solve Cases, And I Have Become A World Treasure (Volumes 6-9)

Chapter 262: I need to do something

At dawn, they are about to take action again.

It seemed to symbolize the beginning of a new round of killings.

The signal was repaired, finally breaking the situation where the hotel was like an isolated island. There were hundreds of rooms in the Taj Mahal Hotel, and the people downstairs escaped death. Did the people upstairs have peace of mind? No, many people are not really The deaf man spent a thrilling night running, hiding and chasing. Gunfire came from time to time, either sporadic or intensive, but there was always a sound.

No matter how late they were, they still realized their situation.

This kind of sound in the middle of the night is really unsettling and frightening. Occasionally, there are heart-rending screams that resound throughout the hotel. Many guests block their eyes to see what's going on, but the scope of the peephole is too large. It's so narrow that you can only see a section of the corridor that seems to be stained with blood.

In short, everyone only dared to look. No one dared to open the door when they didn't know what was going on outside.

The evening was spent in anxiety and frantic phone calls.

Not to mention, after five o'clock in the morning, the noise outside the hotel became even louder. Even a fool could tell that something must have happened inside the hotel.

The clouds on the sky turned white, and a few rays of golden-red morning light rose up. The bright color gradually illuminated the earth, reflecting the exhausted faces of most people in the kitchen, bar, VIP room and upstairs room.

There is probably only one type of person who truly rests well.

Everyone can guess it.

Jiang Xuelv didn't understand why everyone called the police, but the death ending that he saw with almost the entire army annihilated remained unchanged.

He frowned a little irritably and washed up briefly. White water emerged from the faucet in the kitchen. Suddenly, a slideshow of scenes flashed before his eyes -

an endless stretch of broken slums, fishing boats.

A group of people with sallow and dry faces.

A river with a lot of sediment and a lot of dead fish floating near the beach.

There is also a young man with slightly dark skin who is praying devoutly with his hands clasped together, as if the river is a great god.

...?

What does this scene mean?

What does this have to do with the hotel crisis?

Jiang Xuelv stood there, washing his hands while his eyes memorized these flashbacks. He thought that this seemingly unrelated thing would definitely be useful.

Later it turned out that these snippets were indeed useful.

In a club called the VIP Lounge upstairs, Artest turned on the faucet and looked at the clear water with white flowers in a trance: when he lived in the slums, a water pipe was shared by the neighborhood, and more than a dozen families At the same time, there were frequent power and water outages every day.

In the gurgling water, he chanted slowly.

After reading for about half an hour, he felt calm and energetic, and took out something from his chest.

It was a brass necklace that had already been mottled with paint. The end of the necklace was a round cover. He took it out and kissed it gently.

Then he put the necklace back into his clothes and placed it close to his heart.