Chapter 116 Identity (4)

Twenty minutes later, someone finally found Barry

There is a small bar 200 meters east of the hotel employee dormitory. There is an exaggerated fountain pool outside the bar. Barry's face facing down, her upper body was immersed in the fountain pool, and she was not saved when she was found.

In this way, it is not a low -key and low -key problem.

Gu Yan reported the police categorically.

The silver leopard police car dedicated to the Fawang District Police Station galloped along the suspended route, whistled over the elevated in the urban area, and scratched three side side marks in the air.

They pulled Ulakla's sirens and unobstructed all the way. They rushed to the Hard Gold Garden Hotel on the suburbs of Fawang District without spending much time.

The three police cars did not encounter any obstacles in the urban area.

Because the hotel is full of reporters.

The police car whistle crazy, the hotel's security copper wall and iron wall stood in a row, and even pushed the band to drive the police car. The three cars were able to get in.

The sheriff took the two car police officers out of the car and strode into the hotel building.

The remaining police officer ran a trot, pulling the warning line to surround the door of the hotel, and led by the manager, he went to the fountain pool east of the employee dormitory.

"Sheriff Xiao." The general manager of the hotel and waited at the door and greeted the sheriff, "I ran hard for a while."

Sheriff Xiao has been on Dharma District for many years. It is no stranger to the managers of the Kanjin Garden Hotel. Several of them are not for the first time. He frowned at the door of the courtyard, and said dissatisfied: "Someone here is very loose, and the matter has not been checked. The news was leaked first.

The general manager said helplessly: "You misunderstood, it is not we missed the news, and those people are not just arrived. To be precise, they are not because of something wrong, but they just let them encounter it."

You can know that the car around the outside can be seen that most of the websites without famous halls. Those websites are at the forefront in order to be popular. The reception made by the Southern Cross was the name of the name of the name. For these websites, it is full of meat, and the smell is waiting early.

"How can the gang outside the door be called a reporter." The general manager said, "Real reporters listened to black faces."

"Forget it." Sheriff Xiao asked: "What about those people?"

"That group of VIPs?"

"Um."

"It's all in the garden now."

In the glass garden of the hotel, everyone invited by the South Cross Law of the Southern Cross Law was sitting in both sides. There were more people than last night's preheating wine. The atmosphere was indeed unprecedentedly tight.

Sheriff Xiao followed the general manager. First, everyone nodded in the garden, and said hello. Then buckle the tone buckle in the ear, and said, "I'm sorry, let everyone see me and my police officers in the middle of the holiday. In fact, we don’t want to disturb this beautiful party, but work still needs to work at work. Do it. Regarding the poor employee, I think how many people have heard of it. I believe that most of the ladies and gentlemen who are present have nothing to do, but routine business still needs to do a record. I hope everyone will understand our work. At the same time, I also considered the poor employee. "

The guests present had no objection, but their faces did not see where they went.

"What's wrong?" Sheriff Xiao asked with a guest at the recent place, "You seem to be unwilling."

"No." The guest turned his head to look at the people around him, rushing to the police: "I am not happy, I am happy to cooperate with your work. The face is not good but because ... a good wine will meet this kind of thing, it is a bit, it's a bit, it's a bit, it's a bit, it's a bit. Bad. "

He can probably represent most people present. Mr. Gao Gao, the partner of the host, is one of the most ugly faces. After listening to the guests, he glanced a little sorry for everyone, especially the thick Manson brothers with the thickest thighs.

After seeing Miro Manson's unconscious stinky face, he looked back at his headache and rubbed his temples hard.

Of course, some people don't care about "dead employees".

In the right position in front of Yan Suizhi, there was a flower garden surrounded a card seat. There were three people sitting in a few single and double high -end sofa chairs. The marble prescription in front of them was a few morning tea, and it was scattered. Writing poker and card nine.

While listening to the sheriff's words, one of them was fiddling with a few poker cards in his hand, and the sound of "huahua" sounded like he was flipping through a book, looking like he was bored.

Miss Fitz nestled in the single sofa seat next to Yan Suizhi, glanced in that direction, and then shook her head "tsk tsk tsk".

"Miss Fitz, what's wrong with your tongue?" Yan Suizhi asked knowingly, reminding her not to be too obvious.

"No, the tip of the tongue hurts when I see someone I don't like." Fitz took a sip of coffee, "That Cliff was so arrogant, he made me so angry last night, if it weren't for him being a guest, I would definitely not give it to him. good face."

The Cliff she was talking about was the man who was playing cards, and 1/3 of the shuttle machines in the league were marked by his house. In the early years, the family had some contacts with interstellar pirates, played with arms, engaged in mines, and had a rich family background, but it was not white enough. Later, cooperated with the Manson family, transferred to the shuttle machine, and started to do interstellar freight seriously.

Although the focus of his career has shifted for decades, everyone in his family has the tone of an early arms dealer in the Alliance.

When dealing with interstellar pirates in the past, there must be no rare blood, so now seeing things like "dead people", the people in his family are very calm and don't take it seriously at all.

The sound of poker playing cards in his hand was actually not that big, and it was basically drowned out by Sheriff Xiao's voice.

But Yan Suizhi still glanced at him a few times between drinking water.

He saw Cliff threw the cards in his hand on the square table, drank some coffee, shuffled the cards again, then picked one with his index finger, threw it away, picked another one, and then throw away.

This is obviously to pass the time, and the action of picking cards is also very casual.

But the more random people are, the more they will reveal some subconscious thoughts.

When Cliff threw cards, he didn't threw them completely, but threw one suit in one direction.

The hearts and spades are thrown farther, the diamonds are closer, and the grass and flowers are thrown in front of him.

Sheriff Xiao talked for a long time, finally noticed the boredom of this guy, and glanced at him.

Cliff raised his eyebrows, gave the sheriff a face, stopped his movements, brushed a few grasses in front of him with his fingers, and then leaned against the back of the sofa, changing into a comfortable position.

Xiao raised his voice and said, "So, that's it? Everyone, go back to your room first, and my police officers will go over to take notes. Remember, where you stayed this night, wait there, don't change places at will. Thank you for your cooperation."

After he finished speaking, he clapped his hands.

People in the garden stood up one after another, and the police dispersed into the crowd and arranged for everyone to return to the room.

Two of them went to Yan Suizhi's side.

Joe beckoned, "Come on, the four of us lived together last night. Come up with us."

The police officer nodded, followed them to the elevator, and briefly asked each person's identity.

Gu Yan simply said to him, "Southern Cross's trial lawyer, this is my intern."

The police officer was a little surprised. He glanced at the front building and asked, "Interns? I heard from the manager just now that your law firm's interns and barristers are all arranged to live in that building?"

"Yes," Joe said, "but they're good friends of mine, and I asked them to live together last night when I was short of people to drink."

The police officer nodded and scribbled on the page, "Would it be convenient for you to talk about your original room?"

Gu Yan said: "I live in 701, he lives in 406."

The police officer was taken aback, "Wait, 406? Is it the 406 who said there was a change last night?"

Yan Suizhi nodded, "That's right."

"It doesn't rule out that last night's change was directed at you." The police officer said.

At this point, Joe seemed to suddenly remember something and wondered: "Yes, this is really strange, why did you happen to be staring at your room? You are just an intern..."