Looking at the unconscious guy lying on the ground, I couldn't help laughing. The main reason was that he was too funny, and he seemed a little brave, which was completely incompatible with his behavior.

I didn't plan to let him stay in my room, but went out of the aisle first, glanced around, and stared at the several surveillance monitors in the aisle.

After sneaking over and dealing with them, I dragged the guy out and threw it into the blind spot of the aisle surveillance monitor.

Then I returned to the house, pretending that nothing happened, and continued to sleep. The next morning, there was a noisy outside, and it seemed that there were many people around me. I rubbed my painful eyes and opened the door and went out.

I found someone came to the hotel and then surrounded an open space in front of me. They should be watching the fun. After all, after hearing them, they seemed to discuss some more things about crime.

Hearing this, I squeezed in, grabbed a friend next to me and said, "What's wrong? In front."

"It seems like someone is dead"

He responded, and his eyes did not look at him, but continued to focus on the front.

Seeing this, I said again, "Diet? Who died?"

"It seems like a guest. I heard from the person who discovered it at the beginning that he died at the door when he woke up in the morning. The door was wide open and he died cruelly."

While he said, his body shook involuntarily and shivered.

Listening to his ridiculous words, I had to squeeze my body forward again and wait for the nearest row, with policemen in front and blood on the ground.

And it was a big scatter. Judging from the direction of the blood, it should have been pushed out of the door.

The body had been taken away. They drew a pattern with white powder. It should be the shape of the body after death.

Because we need to protect the scene, there is no man allowed to pass through the entire aisle, so the opposite one has to take a safe passage, while the one on our side takes an elevator.

After the group of police collected the information, I realized that they asked us not to leave the hotel for the time being, and the entire floor needed to cooperate with the police investigation.

This caused a lot of dissatisfaction below. After all, for other guests, they still need to catch a bus or do other important things today. This is delayed here, so they are naturally dissatisfied with it.

So they gathered together to ask for an explanation. Most of the people who can live in such places are people with certain economic strength and status.

Under their frequent pressure, the police had to let them leave first, just to make a confession.

As for me, I didn't plan to stay for a long time, but I packed up my things and went down to check out.

Like everyone else, I first accept the confession, and then register my basic information, contact information, and the entire process. It took about an hour before I could get out of the hotel.

A murder case in such a place will inevitably have a bad impact, but what they do will not care about me.

After leaving the hotel, the morning news next to me was also broadcasting the hotel. I originally planned to leave directly, but I accidentally glanced at the deceased marked on it and was stunned.

"Why is it him?"

I muttered softly.

Because the person who died was the guy who was scared by me last night. After I put him in the corner of the aisle, I went back to my room and ignored him. It was not until such a night that he died inexplicably.

I remembered that the guy had contact with me before his death. In order not to cause trouble, I did not stay for too long, but chose to continue walking forward.

I just hired a car at the entrance of the restaurant, and then got on it and went directly to the Antique Street.

Because it was almost ten o'clock when I came out, there were already traffic on the Antique Street.

The bustling crowd crossed back and forth, and they were talking and laughing, bargaining and paying for money, and the whole street was very lively.

The sound of alternating together made my ears hurt slightly. Today I didn’t plan to visit the small stall outside, but planned to take the things I took yesterday to a larger store.

Where the price they give will be many times higher than the price given at the stalls outside.

Compared with the small vendors outside, those inside are considered proficient in antiques, and are commonly known as experts in the industry.

Their facades are built according to uniform specifications and uniform shapes. There are basically some decorations, and the general difference is not large.

It should be the relevant departments that organized the entire antique street to look much cleaner and neat.

I randomly found a door to open and went in. Unlike the stall outside, it was very deserted and so deserted that sometimes even mosquitoes didn't fly.

There was a counter at the entrance and a display cabinet behind it. Behind the counter, a guy in his early forties and sparse hair lay down.

He was thin and wore a melon-skin hat. When he saw me coming in, he raised his eyes and glanced at me, and then said, "Buy or sell?"

The language is very simple and I don’t want to talk to me at all. After hearing this, I glanced around and put the things in my hand on it.

"Sell"

I spoke.

At the bottom of the voice, he seemed to be interested. He raised his body from the counter, then looked at the things placed on the counter, stared for a while, and then reached out to open it.

When he first saw the porcelain, his eyes lit up at first, but he quickly became a little disappointed.

After careful observation for a long time, he finally shook his head, "New things are not worth much money."

"You offer a price, and if it's right, I'll sell it to you."

I smiled.

After the sound came to an end, he was stunned, and then he was thinking in his dress. He tossed and struggled for a long time, and finally stretched out his two fingers.

"Two thousand yuan, no more"

"Oh, are you sure there can't be more?"

I said.

Yinluo he nodded, "This is new, the reason why I am willing to buy it is entirely because it is well-shaped, so I collected it and played with it. Two thousand can't be more, and I will lose more if I have more."

He spoke.

At the bottom of the song, I reached out to clean up the things, then lifted them up, "Since it's a fake, I'll take it back and use it myself. I thought it was an antique and disturbed the boss." After that, I turned around and left without any hesitation.

Seeing this, he hurriedly followed and said as he walked, "Wait, wait."

He pulled me and asked me to wait. After hearing this, I stood up and turned around and asked, "Is there anything else?"

After the sound, he smiled at me, "I really like your thing, why don't you do that, three thousand."

He spoke.

I pretended to be stunned for a moment, and then asked in confusion: "The thing is fake, I can't cheat you, so I'd better take it back and use it myself."

"It's okay, 3,000, I'll take it, what do you think?"

He insisted.

But at this point, he pretended to be crazy and stupid with me, really thinking I was a fool or not.

So I smiled at him, "Boss, if the thing is not real, I won't take action, I will take it home and use it myself."

After saying that, I walked out directly. Seeing that I was determined to leave, the guy coughed and the sound came down. The door in front of me slammed and closed it tightly.

"Boss, what do you mean?"

Seeing this, I turned around and asked.

He looked at me and smiled, then said, "My store has a rule. As long as you come in, you should buy or sell."

"What you mean is that if you don't sell this thing to you for 3,000 yuan today, you won't let it go."

"You can basically understand this!"

He smiled.
Chapter completed!