Domestication of dear wives: AA system for wealthy transactions

Liancheng Yazhi originally just wanted to take her family out to relax, but it was good, not to mention relaxing, but it made her heart jump.

Although this person didn't die in front of their house, he died at the door of the hotel room where they lived, which is almost the same.

It was so unlucky that it couldn't be more unlucky.

He wanted to go home tomorrow, but looking at it now, it was a bit difficult.

Tang Zong squatted beside the corpse, reaching out to touch the neck of the corpse: "Brother-in-law, this person must have been strangled to death, right?"

Liancheng Yazhi immediately stopped him: "Don't touch it, wait for the police to come, save them from saying that we destroyed the scene when they arrive."

Tang Zong quickly withdrew the hand that was about to touch, "Oh..."

Liancheng Yazhi called and asked the hotel manager to come up again.

He didn't tell him what happened on the phone, saving him from yelling below.

The only good thing now is that there are no other guests on the 12th floor where they live, otherwise the hotel would be vacated within 10 minutes.

However, it was precisely because there was no one else on the 12th floor, only their family, that made the suspicion on them all the more serious.

Liancheng Yazhi glanced at the waiter again, and he asked, "What are you doing here at this time?"

It's getting dark now, so it's not time to clean the room at all.

The waiter appeared at this time, and it was inevitable that something was wrong.

The waiter was trembling all over his body, and his lips were always twitching, "I...I...I..."

She talked to me for a long time, but in the end she still didn't say a word.

The manager came up in a short time.

He saw Liancheng Yazhi standing at the door from a distance, wondering what's going on, why Yashao didn't enter the door,

He trotted two steps quickly, came over, and said courteously: "Young Master Ya, what do you have... ah..."

Before finishing a sentence, he saw the corpse on the ground, and then let out a scream.

Liancheng Yazhi: "Shut up..."

Tang Zong: "Shut up..."

The eardrums of the two were so painful that they were born almost at the same time.

The manager immediately covered his mouth, but his eyes were still wide open, almost protruding. He looked at Liancheng Yazhi in horror, his eyes seemed to be asking, Young Master Ya, did you do it?

Tang Zong sighed, and said: "You idiot, when did we come back, can we kill a person so quickly? Or are we so stupid in your eyes, let him lie at the door after killing someone? "

The manager's face turned pale with fright, and he stammered: "Then...that, that...then he...what's the matter with him? How did he die?"

Tang Zong gave him a blank look: "You asked us, how did we know, but I want to ask you, what happened, as soon as we came back, we saw him lying at the door, his body was already cold, he died not in a while, you As a manager, you didn't find out?"

The manager was about to cry in fright: "I, I, I... I didn't... I didn't come up... I didn't come up..."

Dead man?

A dead person appeared in a hotel, just like a steamed stuffed bun seller who let a customer eat his fingers while eating steamed stuffed buns. If word spread, no one would dare to come again.

There was a voice in the manager's mind all the time, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over...

He is done!

Liancheng said elegantly: "The police will come soon, just wait."

He pointed to the waiter who was scared by the corner and said, "This is an employee of the hotel? Do you know him?"