Meiman: I became Tony's younger brother

Chapter 192 The Life of a Married Man

"Last night at 11 o'clock, three men booked suite 102 for a patty.

At 11:, three women entered the suite.

At 12 o'clock, the front desk received a complaint call, claiming that the next door was too noisy,

So the manager, Danny, sent a waiter to come up to remind, and then the 102 suite was quiet, and the neighbor did not continue to complain

After dawn, the cleaning lady came in to pack her things and saw all six guests dead. She panicked and called the police. "

George led the way through the corridor, and along the way there were constantly passing back and forth in police uniforms and white coats.

As he walked, he briefly told the story of the case.

Tony and Rucker were the "bosses" of the Manhattan Police Department, and telling them wasn't a leak.

Maybe we can go one step ahead and find the suspect through technical means.

Luck and Tony were at the murder scene last night and he knew they had a room next door.

As for whether it is possible for the two of them to go to the scene to appreciate their masterpiece after the murder.

joke,

If the two of them really did it, what the waiter saw should not be a corpse, but a clean and spotless room.

Manhattan police are most afraid of taking on cases involving hotel sweepers.

So clean!

Tony was the first to ask: "All six people died? Internal strife?"

For Lark and Tony, the murder was just a game, so Jarvis was not asked to help.

If you know the ending before the movie starts, the movie viewing performance will drop exponentially.

Laktao said: "Three men and three women, it doesn't look like the distribution is uneven."

George: What tauren plot...

Tony raised his eyebrows and glanced at his side: I didn't see it, my thinking was very clear.

George: "...No, six people were killed by the same person during preliminary investigations. The strange thing is that no murder weapon was found, and the physical evidence team is still collecting further."

Tony asked back, "What about surveillance?"

Lark didn't say anything, just one meaning.

Aside from other things in a four-star hotel, the corridors are densely monitored and there are no dead spots. As long as someone comes in and out, they will definitely leave traces.

Unless he can fly.

George shook his head: "The monitoring is still under investigation, it will take some time."

After he finished speaking, he paused, turned around, and showed a row of white teeth:

"How about Mr. Stark help me, you are an expert in this area."

However, he muttered about the pressure of Pepper's "confessional leniency" in the morning, and Tony just wanted to stay a little longer now and go back later.

Alas, such is the life of a married man~~

"No, investigating cases is the task of your police. If I need my help, why should I donate so much money to your police station every year?"

George had a toothache, and he almost forgot the identity of this "King of Mouth".

"Haha, Mr. Stark was just kidding, how dare you ask you to help with a little thing."

The conversation room, Suite 102, has arrived.

There were police officers standing on both sides, and three small signs stood on the ground facing the gate, with Arabic numerals 1, 2, and 3 written on them.

The surroundings were outlined with white powder, and two policemen held cameras to take pictures and record them.

George stopped at the door again, saying that he could see it, but he couldn't disturb their work.

Lark readily agreed and followed him into Suite 102.

This is a presidential suite with two living rooms, four bedrooms, and three bathrooms...

The configuration is luxurious.

A milky white carpet spreads from the door to the living room, where there are sofas, coffee tables, and TV sets.

It's a pity that the elegant style room is in a mess at the moment.

The coffee table is filled with bottles, whiskey, red wine, XO...

Of course, there is also the white powder that the Federation likes to see.

The light blue sofa was covered with blood flowers, and a pair of bloody footprints extended from the table legs to the door. Finally, he fell down and never got up again.

There were bloody pillows, clothes, and pants all over the ground.

The situation in the next room and bedroom is similar.

The body has been transported away, leaving only six humanoid drawings with strange shapes.

There are many staff members in the house, and there are signs all over the ground, so there is not much room for the two to observe.

Lark concentrated his attention and walked around successfully to get... 0 clues.

He is good at killing people, investigating cases, looking for clues, etc. He is a complete layman.

From the corner of the eye, I saw Tony's eyes shining brightly, and he didn't miss any corners along the way. The corners of his mouth curled up from time to time, making strange noises.

"...There's something...awesome...this stuff is pretty good."

Could he still be Sherlock Holmes material?

Lark followed Tony's gaze and his face suddenly darkened.

Leopard-print handcuffs, black leather whips, boots, and a 40 cm long thing that is thick at both ends and thin in the middle.

As expected of a playboy, the important thing to note is that he is different from others.

After the investigation, the three of them stood at the door and puffed away their smoke.

George exhaled smoke rings and asked, "How is it, has Mr. Stark found any clues, can you share them."

Tony looked solemn: "Yes, and it is a very important clue."

"Oh!" George put down his cigarette, "Let's hear it."

Lark rolled his eyes, he knew Tony too well, and he was ready to make some nonsense at the first sight of this expression.

He put his right foot up on his left leg, leaned his shoulders crookedly against the wall, and was ready to watch a play.

Sure enough, as soon as he took the pose, Tony raised his head and blew out a round smoke ring, lowered his voice, and spoke slowly in a magnetic voice:

"First of all, based on the fallen body posture at the door and the bloody footprints on the ground, it can be judged that the victim ran out from the sofa to ask for help, but before he/she could reach the door, he/she was attacked and collapsed to the ground... "

George fell into silence, listening to the advice from the playboy, and the orange-red sparks flickered on and off.

Lark... used the motion of smoking to cover his mouth to prevent himself from laughing.

He could see from this angle that Tony could hear Jarvis's voice faintly with a gadget in his ear.

Cheating!

Just as he was talking, Happy came out of the corner. As soon as he raised his hand, a police officer passed by.

"Team leader, the preliminary analysis of the corridor surveillance has been completed, and no abnormalities were found."

Seeing that he was busy, Tony took the opportunity to end the conversation, took two deep breaths and turned his head to wink at Lak.

You didn't expose me?

Good mood!

"Oh, nothing unusual at all?" George took the tablet, swiped it twice and asked:

"Has the waiter checked with the tenant next door?"

"Checked, no problem."

Here's to trouble!

Two clues were broken at the same time, which meant that it became more difficult to find the suspect.

Coupled with the pressure from the reporters outside and the hotel owner, things got even worse.

George switched between the two videos irritably, then turned off the screen and returned it to the police officer, ordering:

"Check the surveillance cameras in the surrounding neighborhoods to see if there are any unexpected results."

"clear."

The officer was ordered to turn around and leave, a large hand on his shoulder through the smoke.

"Wait, show me the video again."

it's lark

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he rubbed the cigarette butt with his right hand, as if he had discovered something.

"This……"

Tony and George raised their eyebrows at the same time:

"put!"

When the boss spoke, the police obediently turned on the tablet and switched the monitoring screen.