Seven Evil Slips

Wan Fenghuo coughed twice: "Then what then?"

Li Tan followed up and asked, "Did he mention the Luomahu case when he was dying? Did he only mention this one?"

Cen Chunjiao glanced at Li Tan, and replied, "It's not just this one, but it's the price of one piece, you know."

Li Tan's face was ugly, but Kiyo wanted to laugh a little, thinking that this Cen Chunjiao knew how to split and sell.

Cen Chunjiao continued.

At that time, I was also dumbfounded, and I didn't think what he said was true: Is there any criminal who would tell strangers these things for no reason?

After being stunned for a while, I felt that I still had to find the old man at the gate to give me courage. I made up my mind, and just as I took a step, the man let out a long breath and fell silent.

I looked back, his eyes were wide open, his mouth was still half open, but he really didn't move anymore, I didn't dare to look over, I was afraid I would pass by, like in the movie, he suddenly jumped up or bit me One bite, and I'd be scared to death.

I ran to find the old janitor, shouting as I ran, but before I reached the end of the corridor, the old janitor came by himself, and there was someone knocking on the door in a room, yelling at me to keep my voice down in the middle of the night.

Speaking of this, Cen Chunjiao let out a long sigh, and looked around at everyone present.

"Do you know that kind of old-fashioned small hotel?" She stretched out her hand to show everyone, "There are rooms on both sides of the corridor, one end of the corridor is sealed off, and the other end leads to the reception. I said I didn't run to the end of the corridor, It means that I have been in the corridor, and no other residents have come out during the period."

"After the old man at the door came over, I hurriedly dragged him to that room together, and saw..."

Cen Chunjiao paused for a moment: "I know you may not believe me if I tell you, but what I said is indeed true."

She was so serious, it must be because there was something strange in the room, Ma Tuwen listened seriously, and at this moment, his brain was the biggest: "That person's body is gone? Or, is he alive again?"

"No, the body is still there, and it is indeed dead, but the left foot is gone."

For a second or two, no one spoke.

Missing left foot?

Kiyo was holding his chopsticks, he had long forgotten to pick up vegetables, and subconsciously asked, "What can't be done?"

"It was cut, but the wound was not particularly smooth, the incision was rough, and the flesh and blood were involved. Of course, these are not my judgments. I asked a friend to find out from the forensic doctor later."

Muyo finally understood why Cen Chunjiao had to describe the situation of the hotel corridor to them in such detail just now: the corridor of the hotel is not very long, and the time Cen Chunjiao left was very short. Cut off his left foot, and then left without a sound, no matter how it sounds like Fang Wai's strange talk.

Ma Tuwen couldn't hold back the first one: "Sister, did you make it up?"

Li Tan sneered twice, and two words came out between his teeth: "Fake."

Cen Chunjiao seemed to have expected this kind of reaction, and answered unhurriedly: "After calling the police, every guest in the hotel was checked individually, and our hotel has not opened for half a month. This is not a secret in the local area. Mr.'s colleagues are all capable people, so feel free to inquire. I also recorded the transcript, but the middle part was too weird. I was half afraid, half afraid of getting into trouble, and I didn't mention it to anyone. "

Ma Tuwen stopped talking, thinking about it, the man left a body after his death, and the left foot was a must, if you inquire about it, there is no point in making it up.

Li Tan still had that sneering look on his face: "I'm not saying that this incident is fake, maybe at that time, a person did die in your small hotel, and that person's left foot was cut off for no reason, but this The whole thing, and the dead man, have nothing to do with the Lok Ma Lake case."

He looked at Wan Fenghuo arrogantly: "Mr. Wan, I paid for the Luomahu case. I'm not interested in any other cases that are ten times weirder."

Cen Chunjiao was a little impatient: "What do you mean?"

However, Li Tan seemed to disdain to talk to her, and turned to look at Mudai and Ma Tuwen: "We are both buyers. I can't give money for fake news. What do you two mean?"

What a turn of events, I thought I was just here to listen to the story, but I didn't expect to make such a move halfway, Kiyo felt that she couldn't make this decision, she looked at Wan Fenghuo: "Or take a break at halftime? Let's think about it?"

During the intermission, Kiyo hid at the back door of the hot pot restaurant, called Huo Zihong, and told about the situation on the other side. After hearing it, Huo Zihong hummed, and said after a while: "It is indeed fake."

Mudai didn't say a word, she felt that if she were Wan Fenghuo, she would be **** off by Aunt Hong and Li Tan: On the surface, she looked like she was asking for information, but in fact...

Huo Zihong seemed to have sensed what Muyo was thinking: "The pair of professors who died back then, both of them were surnamed Li, and the male teacher Li taught me. I have been paying attention to this matter for a long time, and I didn't just ask Wan Fenghuo for news. ...What Cen Chunjiao said was too false."

"Then, will you pay the money or not?"

Huo Zihong's answer was beyond her expectation: "Pay it, I asked Mr. Wan to check the news, I don't want him to think that I'm hiding the truth. And Muyo, please help me pay attention to that Li Tan."

Kiyo wanted to ask something, but she swallowed it all in the end. When she hung up the phone, she thought wistfully that things are really weird, and she can't tell the specifics, but nothing is right.

On the way back, Mudai saw that Ma Tuwen was also hiding in a corner to make a phone call. When passing by, she deliberately moved closer, and heard an endless sentence: "Then shall I pay or not?"

Kiyoto was immediately amused, and suddenly felt that today's scene was really funny.

At the end of the intermission, Wan Fenghuo came out to preside over the situation and asked the opinions of the buyers. Li Tan insisted that he had seen it. Ma Tuwen coughed twice and put on a show: "After careful analysis before and after, I feel that the information provided by Miss Cen... is still very good. It is valuable, and I am willing to pay here."

Serious analysis before and after? Did you analyze it? Kiyo suppressed his smile, and nodded towards Wan Fenghuo: "Pay."

Cen Chunjiao showed joy, and Wan Fenghuo also breathed a sigh of relief, and said to Li Tan: "2 to 1, the minority obeys the majority, you know the rules."

Li Tan's face turned red and white, and Kiyo thought he was going to get angry, but after a while, he suddenly laughed and leaned back in the chair: "Isn't it just money, okay, pay."

It can be considered that the business has been completed, everyone is happy, Cen Chunjiao is in a good mood, and suddenly thinks of something: "Oh, by the way, that person stayed in the hotel at that time. I have seen his registration information. His name is Liu Shuhai, from Jinan, and he lived in 1972."

Li Tan doesn't care how many years he has been with him at all, he just looks at Kiyo and Ma Tuwen and sneers, like looking at two idiots.

At the end of the show, Wan Fenghuo invited a few people to stay at his agreed hotel temporarily, saying that based on the information provided by Cen Chunjiao, local colleagues would be arranged to follow up, there might be new discoveries, and everyone lived close enough to meet at any time.

Free accommodation, why not do it, only Ma Tuwen shook his head and said that he has a place in Chongqing, and he has always used a bed and is not used to sleeping in a hotel.

Mudai remembered that when he first entered the private room, Wan Fenghuo asked her if she was "Miss Huo Zihong". Then who would be the person behind Ma Tuwen?

The answer was beyond her expectation, Wan Fenghuo said with certainty: "It is Mr. Ma Tuwen Ma, it has always been him."

Wan Fenghuo's agreement hotel, the store is like its own, absurdly retro, white walls and gray tiles, hanging flower doors, there is a niche for worshiping the God of Wealth as soon as you enter the door...

Slow down, it's not the God of Wealth, Kiyo went up to take a closer look, only to find that there was a scholar in the niche, with his right hand behind his back, holding a scroll in his hand.

Wan Fenghuo introduced to her enthusiastically: "This is the patriarch of our profession, Bai Xiaosheng..."

What else did he want to say, a message came in the phone, Wan Fenghuo typed back the message skillfully, and the big sleeves of his robe dangled by the phone.

Kiyo couldn't help but want to laugh: "It's all retro, so I might as well order it completely, what kind of mobile phone do you use?"

Wan Fenghuo disagreed: "Girl, this is not the case. Everything can be retro, except for two things. You must keep pace with the times."

"What are the two?"

Wan Fenghuo stretched out two fingers, and broke off one first: "One is money. To be honest, I prefer real money. Banknotes are just printed paper. I feel really uncomfortable holding them. The past two years What's more, electronic currency, what shake, swipe, swipe, and swipe, you won't even let you touch the paper, but there is no way, the whole world does it like this."

"What else?"

Wan Fenghuo stopped breaking his fingers, and directly shook the phone twice in front of her eyes: "Information, communication. I touched my heart and said, can I leave it?"

Kiyo thought and thought, then shook his head.

Wan Fenghuo proudly said, "I knew, you young people are all using your mobile phones for your life now, I have a friend, he's here..."

Wan Fenghuo pointed to his brain: "It's not the same as people here. I like to delve into some weird things. It's not a feudal superstition. It's real research. I don't always do field trips. I go to those creepy places where no shit. Computer U With the popularity of disks, he still uses a pen to write things down. After more than 20 years of on-the-spot investigations, he has to put many notes in sacks. He also doesn’t use a mobile phone. He said it was unnecessary. It was hard to find him in those days. I scolded him several times. , he just insisted on not using it, saying it was unnecessary, but later on, he still didn’t use it.”

Kiyo was curious: "You persuaded him to turn around?"

"That's not..." Wan Fenghuo cleared his throat, "He later became a witness for his good friend, and the groom gave it to him... But that's not the point. of."