Ji Shao's sweetheart's vest fell off

Chapter 943 Anonymous

The quilt was torn to pieces, and it was placed on the victim's body, and a pillow with suspicious yellow traces on the corner was covered on the corpse's face.

Quan Xin reached out to remove the pillow, and the victim finally showed his face.

It was a man in his thirties, with big eyes and mouth at the moment, the eyeballs were covered with bruises and bloodshot protruding out, and his tongue was hanging out.

If one ignores the ferocious expression on his face, he might be called handsome.

The quilt on his body was also removed by Quan Xin, and there were criminal police around him constantly collecting evidence. He noticed that the clothes on the man's body didn't look cheap. Why did he appear in this shabby hotel? ?

The room itself was not very big, and the three big men couldn't turn around inside. After taking a photo, Quan Xin stood outside the door and turned to look.

Looking at the photos, his hand holding the camera and flipping through the photos stopped, as if to prove something, he went back to the locked room, pulled out the victim's right hand hidden under the quilt, and it turned out to be a bandage Wrapped, with blood oozing from the end.

Quan Xin frowned. The severed limb looked like a fresh injury. Who was this man? Why was his hand cut off and then killed in this dilapidated hotel?

The criminal police searched around, collected all the necessary evidence, and ran to Quan Xin to make a report.

"Boss, no identity documents or other evidence were found on the deceased, only a few hundred yuan in cash was found in his wallet."

"Don't have a bank card?" Quan Xin felt that this was even more strange. A normal person should at least have a key and a bank card on his body, among other things.

And this person, apart from a few hundred yuan in cash, doesn't have any keys, bank cards, or mobile phones, but he is wearing good clothes.

He nodded to show that he understood, turned around and went downstairs to find the boss standing at the bar at the door.

Seeing that he was still obsequious, the hotel owner rubbed his hands and stood up from the chair: "Does the police officer have any orders?"

Quan Xin raised his chin: "Let me check the ID information registered in Room 2018."

As soon as he heard Quan Xin's words, he first avoided his visiting gaze with his eyes, and then said to him from left to right: "Officer, my place is not a big hotel, and I was not on duty when this person came, but my nephew. Help me take care of it, who would have thought that something would happen, take a look at this."

Quan Xin snorted coldly: "If you didn't board the plane, you didn't board the plane. It's not good to be honest."

But the boss still quibbled: "Oh, I didn't register on purpose. I registered everything else well. If you don't believe me, you can take a look." As if afraid that he wouldn't believe it, the boss deliberately took his own registration account in the Quan Xin tossed and turned in front of her.

In fact, he knew in his heart that if he did not board the plane, the ledger was just for those who came to check.

Who would have thought that Quan Xin would pick it up at once, flipped through it casually, and looked at the boss with a smile.

The latter felt chills down his spine when he saw it, and smiled bitterly at him.

"Boss, do you know that if I take this ledger of yours to the police station, you will get a ticket for rectification?" Although Quan Xin was transferred from the traffic police brigade, he can understand the doorway in it at a glance.

The handwriting of someone's ledger is exactly the same as the printed one.

(End of this chapter)