Upon hearing the bad news, Jiang Hua was shocked and said, "How is this possible? Yang Xiong is only forty years old and has no heart disease. Why did he die suddenly?"

Wang Wenjun stammered: "No...heart disease, Mr. Yang's death is very strange, you can tell if you look at it."

Jiang Luo and his father looked at each other and said, "Let's go over and take a look first."

Yang Xiong lives on the next floor, Room 1120.

?When he opened the door, he saw Yang Xiong lying on the ground with a calm expression, no different from sleeping, and there was no blood on his body.

When I walked closer, I saw two small black holes on my neck. If I didn’t look closely, it would be easy to see two black moles.

The heart stopped beating and the body was as stiff as iron, and it was indeed dead.

"Old Yang!"

Jiang Hua exclaimed, tears flashing in his eyes. Yang Xiong was not only his right-hand assistant, but also his long-time friend. His sudden death caught him off guard.

"Manager Wang, call the police quickly. Let's exit first and don't destroy the scene." Jiang Luo was not as sad as his father, and shouted calmly.

Manager Wang nodded in a panic and called the police.

Jiang Luo squatted down, pressed the two black holes with two fingers, captured a faint trace of spiritual power, and guessed the rough idea in his heart.

Yang Xiong is just an ordinary person, and his spiritual power is obviously left by the murderer. If nothing unexpected happens, the murderer is a cultivator or a monster with profound Taoism.

But he didn't dare to express his guess, for fear of causing panic.

More than ten minutes later, the police came, interrogated clues one by one, and retrieved surveillance videos, and were so busy that they were overwhelmed.

This case is indeed incredible. The deceased had no wounds on his body, only two small black holes, and there were quite a few famous watches and bank cards on his body. It was obvious that killing people was not for money.

The most likely motive for murder is vendetta, but after asking, my colleagues said that the deceased had a good reputation and never had a grudge against others.

"Everyone, have you seen this little girl?" A policewoman raised his iPad and pointed at a little girl on the screen.

The picture is not clear, and it is a screenshot of the hotel's surveillance video.

Everyone shook their heads, but they had never seen this child before. Yang Xiong's family had only one son in junior high school. The little girl in the red dress obviously had nothing to do with him.

The policewoman said seriously: "The deceased died about two hours ago, between 6:00 and 7:00 pm. Through the video, we can see that only this little girl entered the deceased's room during this period.

With a red skirt, yellow hair, and a high nose bridge, this child is not like a Chinese, and is likely to be a mixed-race or overseas tourist. Think about it carefully.”

Manager Wang was surprised and asked: "Why did Mr. Yang let this child enter the house? Is there some kind of ulterior motive between them?"

Jiang Hua sank his face and said, "Nonsense, Lao Yang is not such a person."

Several other colleagues also stared at Manager Wang with a blaming look. In the unknown cause of death, you said that Yang Xiong had a strange relationship with the little loli. Didn’t you mislead the police to handle the case?

If some kind of rumor comes out, and Yang Xiong’s heroic name is ruined, where will the company’s face be put?

Manager Wang quickly bit his tongue and retracted his head.

Jiang Luo hugged his chest with his hands, frowned, as if he was thinking, and suddenly asked, "Comrade Police, which elevator did the little loli in the red dress come in?"

The policewoman shook her head, "She didn't take the elevator or climb the stairs. In all the surveillance videos, only the camera at the door of the deceased's room was photographed.

She was like a god, coming and going without a trace, but she didn't rule out the possibility of changing clothes in the middle."

"Sir, do you have an impression of her?"

Jiang Luo shook his head, "I remembered wrongly. When I came back, I saw a little girl wearing a pink skirt. The color of her clothes and hair was different from hers."

"Oh, please let us know as soon as possible if there is any clue."

After asking for confessions and checking the surveillance video, the police moved away the body and left the hotel.

The hotel owner squatted on the ground and cried and cried, and for no reason, he died of a person. How can he do business?

The group of people in the Jiang Group was also in a heavy mood, and the two female senior executives were even more scared and trembled.

"Xiao Luo, do you have any clues in this case?" Jiang Hua asked.

Jiang Luo replied: "Dad, I am not a detective or a policeman, what can I see?"

Jiang Hua sighed: "Oh, Lao Yang passed away, our losses were too great. Moreover, I have known him for so many years, and I feel uncomfortable seeing him die in vain."

"Dad, don't worry, maybe the murderer will soon reveal his fox's tail."

Jiang Luo clapped his hands, "Everyone go back and rest first, don't worry about it, don't think about it, I believe the police will solve the case as soon as possible."

The colleagues scattered and went back to their houses.

Jiang Luo and Jiang Hua originally booked a room each, but when something big happened, he was worried that his father would sleep alone, but fortunately he was crowded in the same suite with his father.

Jiang Hua tossed and turned, and did not fall asleep until midnight.

Jiang Luo was full of energy and didn't need to replenish his energy through sleep. He simply concentrated his mind and qi, and used his spiritual sense to scan the entire hotel over and over again.

Fortunately, no suspicious characters appeared all night, and no new victims were found the next day.

If the murderer leaves this area, he will be helpless, and the police may be helpless, and the case will become a unsolved case.

If Jiang Luo knew the soul-summoning technique and could communicate with Yang Xiong's soul, he might be able to solve this difficult case immediately. Unfortunately, he was unable to use the soul-summoning technique.

After he started practicing, he realized that only high-level cultivators above the God Transformation Realm can use the technique of wall penetration, soul-summoning techniques, invisibility techniques, possession and other magic weapons.

There is a small square near the hotel. At 8 o'clock in the morning, a group of elderly people have already tied ribbons and sang and danced on the square.

?Jiang Luo went to the supermarket to buy things, passed by this small square, and took a few glances with interest.

These old men and women are a few years older than their parents. Now they are happy and enjoy their youth, but their parents are still struggling on the front line of their careers.

If possible, he wanted to find a qualified professional manager to take over the Jiang Group. Wealth is just a number and is not that important to him. He never thought about taking over.

"Sister, sister, do you buy flowers?" A little girl held a large bouquet of red roses in her left hand and gently patted a woman's leather bag with her right hand.

The soft and glutinous sound even Jiang Luo was attracted. When he looked closely, he saw that this girl looked familiar inexplicably.

?The red skirt, yellow hair, and blue eyes look like the little loli in the surveillance video. Is it just a coincidence?

Like Jiang Luo, the woman was paying attention to the square dance. She heard someone calling her and saw a cute little girl.

"Sorry, I don't want it, little sister, are you a mixed race?"

?After being rejected, the little girl wrinkled her little nose, seemed very dissatisfied, and turned around and grabbed a middle-aged uncle in a well-inspired suit.

"Uncle, fresh rose, five yuan per piece."

The uncle took out ten yuan and took two roses.
Chapter completed!