A knock on the door interrupted the conversation between Su Qiao and Lu Mingyuan.

Su Qiao looked away, but Lu Mingyuan was still looking at her. He stood up from his seat and pulled her clothes together, his movements natural and smooth, as if he was the owner of this suite.

"You should change your clothes. It's too shameful," Lu Mingyuan warned again, "I'll go see who's knocking on the door. It should be the waiter."

He walked out of the bedroom and closed the door with a bang.

The main entrance to Suite 24 was just a few steps away. Lu Mingyuan didn't think much about it. He asked casually in English, and the person outside the door replied: "Hello, the front desk received a call. I am the plumber called by the manager."

It is a fact that there is water leakage next door, and further inspection is reasonable. Lu Mingyuan considered for a moment and opened the door for the plumber.

"My name is John," the plumber laughed, "I'm responsible for inspection and repair."

John is 1.85 meters tall, about thirty years old, with brown hair and a beard. He has high cheekbones and kind eyes. He is carrying a black box in his hand with several neat lines of Italian text engraved on it.

"Where's the water pipe?" John asked.

This Roman hotel is located in the middle of an alley. It has an old appearance and a conservative decoration style. It is only four floors tall. The front desk clerk speaks English with a retroflex accent, but John, the plumber repairman, speaks clearly.

Lu Mingyuan raised his hand, pointed to the bathroom, and then said: "It's right there."

At the same time, the bedroom door was ajar. Su Qiao changed into a dress, took her mobile phone, and walked out of the bedroom. Her eyes crossed Lu Mingyuan and fell on John.

John smiled and nodded.

The night continues, the clock points to half past eleven, darkness has enveloped the entire city, and the hotel is still brightly lit.

Su Qiao thought to herself that Italians are so dedicated to repairing water pipes now. She consciously stood behind Lu Mingyuan, very close to his back, and the plumber looked over and asked kindly: "Are you newlyweds?

"

"No," Su Qiao answered first, "I would not choose Rome for our honeymoon."

John carried his work box and held it up against the bathroom door frame.

He seemed to be full of interest in work. While bending down to open the box, he asked happily: "Why not choose Rome, miss?"

Su Qiao said: "Because it's not safe."

John's movements paused slightly, and his left hand had already been inserted into the box. The moment the hand and gun caliber appeared, Su Qiao's breathing stopped. She was originally just a boring test, but she didn't expect that the accusation would come true.

Compared to Su Qiao, Lu Mingyuan's position is closer to John.

He was like a stray dog, rushing towards John's foothold - if he was slow for a second, he would be dead. Of course he knew this, his explosive power was terrifying.

A friend of Lu Mingyuan's father lived in the countryside of England all year round and was best at target shooting and grabbing guns with his bare hands. Whenever Lu Mingyuan came back from school, this uncle would train him in different ways - because he had no son, and he didn't want him to

The skill is lost.

It's a pity that Lu Mingyuan only learned the basics.

He quickly grasped the barrel of the gun, bucked it upwards, kicked John's lower body hard, and hammered his eyeballs with his fists. Blood splashed out from nowhere, like exploding champagne bubbles, sprinkling on the flower-tangled wallpaper.

It only takes a few seconds.

There is a strong smell of blood in the air.

Because he underestimated the enemy, John underestimated Lu Mingyuan. He only knew that Su Qiao lived in Room 24, and as long as he killed her, he could get a huge bounty. He ran from Eastern Europe to Italy, lurked for a few days, and already got the first payment - however

In room No. 24, besides Su Qiao, there were other men.

John's back is full of bulging muscles. He was once a boxer. Even if Lu Mingyuan knocks him down, he doesn't know who will win.

The two were fighting in the living room, and John clearly had the upper hand.

Lu Mingyuan cursed very dirty words, all of which were English slang, which was so dirty that Su Qiao couldn't understand. It happened so fast. If she had been alone indoors, she would have died of a gunshot and her soul would fly to the west.

She staggered open the front door, pressed the alarm in the corridor, kicked He Amber's door wildly, shouted for help, and screamed.

The whole hotel was shocked by her.

But she heard the gunshot.

The pistol was equipped with a silencer, and the moment the bullet exploded, the sound was dull and suppressed, as if a whip had been whipped across the wall, and at the same time it was strangling Su Qiao's throat. She suddenly lost all her strength.

She fell down out of nowhere, but He Anbai hugged her waist.

"Miss," He Anbai exclaimed, "What's wrong? Damn it, don't scare me?"

Su Qiao's face was as pale as a dead person.

The hotel's waiters came out in force, and other guests also came over. The window of room 24 was wide open, and the murderer escaped through the window. There was dripping blood and two severed fingers all over the floor.

The waiters communicated in Italian, but Su Qiao couldn't understand a word. Her eyes were red, her eyeballs were bloodshot, and her nails dug into her palms because she clenched her fists so tightly.

He Anbai's breathing quickened and he whispered: "Miss, please calm down. If something happens to you, the boss will also collapse."

Su Qiao ran out barefoot and walked very slowly when she went back. Someone around her said a word in English, "dead", which means dead. She looked at the innocent bystander with sharp knives in her eyes.

.

Although, she and this man thought the same thing.

Lu Mingyuan will undoubtedly die.

He's not a professional killer, so how can he stand up to a big guy?

When she walked into Room 24, Su Qiao's heart was as cold as ice. She was unscathed, but she was being tortured. Lu Mingyuan was surrounded by people. She walked closer with difficulty, but when she was just a step away, she stopped again.

Until Lu Mingyuan said: "Are you okay?"

He sat on the ground with his knees bent, his fingers intact - the person whose fingers were cut off was not Lu Mingyuan.

But his arm was injured. Blood soaked his sleeves and dripped on the dark carpet. The bullets were embedded in the texture, leaving horrific holes.

A waiter knelt down next to Lu Mingyuan, performed first aid, and comforted him repeatedly: "Sir, the ambulance will be here soon."

The waiter didn't lie.

The police and ambulance arrived quickly, and Lu Mingyuan was sent to the hospital. His wound was not serious, the operation went very smoothly, the bullet was safely removed, and gauze was tied around his left arm.

This night, Su Qiao stayed with him.

She was very calm at first and didn't say a word. Later, she held Lu Mingyuan's right hand, and Lu Mingyuan spoke before her: "Fortunately, I took off my coat tonight."

Su Qiao was startled for a moment and looked at him intently.

Lu Mingyuan continued: "Otherwise, if the clothes have a hat, it will be inconvenient to fight. The place where the bullet will be shot will be the neck, jaw, or temple."

Su Qiao bit her lip and replied: "When the gunshot rang out, I thought you were dead." She took a deep breath and glanced at his injured left arm and bruised face. She couldn't help but lower her head.

My chest is about to burn.

Lu Mingyuan imitated her sentence structure and whispered: "I thought you would be scared to cry."

"I haven't cried for a long time," Su Qiao said. "You know, tears are useless."

In order to attract help, Su Qiao screamed excessively. She was talking to Lu Mingyuan now, her voice was hoarse, and she looked more haggard than him. He should have suspected her, but he couldn't raise any suspicion.

If Su Qiao wants to harm him, she has countless opportunities.

And he was very tired and just wanted to sleep.

After being pushed to the ground and beaten by the fake plumber, his nasal cavity was still congested. He had a carving knife that he liked very much and always carried with him. It was used as a sharp murder weapon tonight, cutting off John's thumb and index finger -

―Lu Mingyuan originally wanted to cut his neck, but John blocked it with his hands.

John is by no means a top killer, Lu Mingyuan thought.

He couldn't guess who wanted to kill him, who wanted to kill him, or Su Qiao?

In any case, Italy is indeed a good place to start. With the recent influx of refugees, management is not adequate, and there are gang-controlled areas nearby. If you want to investigate the mastermind behind it, it is difficult to say when it will be found.

Su Qiao approached Lu Mingyuan's side face while he was half asleep.

She kissed him gently. The corners of her lips touched his skin, and her heartstrings trembled.

Then she said silently: "Good night, have a good rest."

Walking out of this ward, Shen Man and He Anbai were at the door. Their expressions were equally solemn. The whole story of this incident had been spread back to China. As soon as Su Qiao's father heard about it, he immediately asked his daughter to return to China and not look for any more wills.

His suggestions were in vain.

Su Qiao put on a coat and walked to the outskirts of the hospital. In the early morning, the moonlight was dim, and the cold wind blew into her collar. She became more and more awake, and then asked: "I am in this hotel, besides you two, who else is there?"

who knows?"

"I didn't tell anyone," Shen Man said first, "and we booked the room under false names."

Su Qiao tilted her head and stared into her eyes.

After a while, Su Qiao said: "That man came in disguised as a plumber, which means he already knew that my room was leaking. As soon as he entered the door, he started talking and did not take action immediately because he wanted to find out how many people were in the room.

personal……"

He Anbai on the side interrupted: "I also promise you. No, in addition to the promise, I can also swear to God that I have never disclosed my whereabouts."

Su Qiao laughed silently: "Tell me, who wants to kill me the most, who is most likely to get the news in advance, and who doesn't want to get messed up? The night before yesterday, you sent someone with a fake gun to Lu Mingyuan's house

When the bullets were released, Lu Mingyuan and I stayed in the basement, and we could hear the sound clearly."

She said: "Lu Mingyuan must think that the people who fought him tonight were demonstrating at his home last night."

"We sent people to let Lu Mingyuan...contact his father," Shen Man explained the cause and effect. Due to incoherent thinking, she paused, "But what about tonight? Doesn't the murderer just want to kill someone?"

No one spoke.

Only the sound of the empty wind responded to her.

The long night was lonely, the stars were scattered, Su Qiao put her hand in her pocket, and suddenly felt her phone vibrating. She looked up at the night, answered the phone and said: "Hello, hello."

On the other end of the phone, Lu Mingyuan said: "Where have you been?"

Su Qiao asked, "Have you started to rely on your mobile phone too?"

"I borrowed the phone from the nurse," he said in a low voice, repeatedly confirming, "Are you okay?"

Su Qiao turned around and walked back: "Of course it's okay, I'll come down to buy some wine. What about you, does the wound still hurt?"
Chapter completed!