Wendel was not unfamiliar with the murder. He was not frightened when he heard this. He calmly let his eyes pass by the woman at the door and thrown into the interior of the room.
He immediately saw a man lying on the floor and saw blood on his chest.
Are you sure you are dead?Wendel asked a question peacefully.
The young lady in her twenties was confused at first, and then replied with uncertainty:
Probably...I don't know...
If there is still aid, you need to be sent to the hospital immediately.Wendell's tone was like talking to the patient's family, not a murderer.
The lady holding the blood-dripping dagger subconsciously turned her body and made way.
Wendel moved a few steps forward and approached the victim.
He didn't need to squat down, just glanced at him and made a judgment from all the signs:
It is indeed dead.
A woman in her twenties with long flax hair with a slightly messy flax had no obvious expression change, and looked down at her toes and said:
You call the police.
What is it called?Wendel had heard the rushing footsteps coming from the stairs.
Obviously, the waiter or the hotel owner heard a scream and came up to check the movement.
Tracy… The young lady who was both wild and innocent replied in a low voice.
She then fell into her own world and didn't say a word.
Wendel was about to say something, but the hotel owner who had previously checked in had rushed to the door.
Goddess Ah!The elderly man couldn't help but shout after seeing the situation in the room.
Wendel pressed down with his right hand, signaling the other party to calm down, and then said:
You call the police immediately, I will watch here.
His temperament has a feeling of trust and obedience in his words. The hotel owner did not say anything at all. He immediately turned around and ran downstairs.
For Wendel, the initial visit to check the news was just out of the habit of a gentleman, and in fact he had no idea of in-depth interference. After all, he was still on the task, but Miss Tracy's confused, disengaged, and forced and cold attitude made him feel pity.
This is a normal reaction for a man.
He looked around and said as if he was talking to the air:
Not everyone will be sentenced to severe sentences when killing people, and there are many situations.
Tracy slowly raised her head and turned her eyes to the gentleman.
There was a little more indescribable glory in her seemingly silent and confused eyes.
Wendel glanced at her bruised face:
Did he beat you?
Um.The other party seemed to have some authority, and Tricy, who wanted to remain silent, finally answered.
Wendel's eyes moved down and landed on the dagger that was no longer dripping blood:
Did you bring it here, or did he?
Tracy responded slightly slower:
he.
Wendel nodded slightly and said:
Legitimate defense is in accordance with the law. I can prove to the police that you are having a fierce quarrel and fighting in advance. Obviously, men naturally have an advantage in this regard.I am not discriminating against women, but science and experience tell us this.
He paused and asked:
What is the relationship between you and what happened?
Tracy's eyes moved, and he recovered from the deep autism and reality state.
She said with some hope and sadness in her eyes as if she was answering a question from the policeman:
I am, hehe, I am his mistress.
Speaking of this, Tracy showed a self-deprecating smile on her face:
I used to be an ugly woman who chased money to lose her mind. Not long after I left grammar school, I became his mistress under his temptation.
He gave me a hotel and asked me to stay there, waiting for his arrival or call every week.
I gradually lost interest in this kind of life, I became more and more depressed and inferior. I wanted to return everything to him and get rid of him completely, but he disagreed. He threatened me in various ways and prevented me from leaving him. Our recent encounters were all in quarrels.
Just now, he said that there was only one way to leave him, that is to die, and then he beat me and took out a dagger. Later, you know everything later...
Missy...Wander glanced at Tracy's face with regret and regret:
The traces at the scene also initially proved the development of the matter.
He originally thought that Tracy and the deceased were husband and wife, but the relationship was even worse than he thought.
Tracy nodded mumly and said:
Thanks.
She didn't speak anymore, until the utopian police arrived, she broke the silence, raised her hands and received handcuffs.
Wendell looked at Tracy's slightly staggering steps and said to the police:
Take her to test the injury first, deal with the injury, and avoid accidents.
The police didn't know why they had to listen to a witness's instructions. In short, they led Tracy and Wendell without any objection to the small hospital in the town, braved the heavy rain.
Because Tracy is a woman, Wendell and two policemen waited in the hospital corridor and did not follow him.
As time passed, Wendel saw a pregnant woman being rushed into the delivery room. It seemed that something was wrong and needed surgery.
After a while, he heard the sound of the baby crying, which was the announcement of a new life coming to this world, and at this time, Tracy just came out.
Have you felt it?The beauty of life.Wendell said something serious to Tracy.
Trixi listened to the baby's crying mixed with the sound of wind and rain, and his expression was obviously touched.
Her face had been wiped over and seemed very simple.
After a few seconds, Tracy came to her senses, nodded to Wendel, and said again:
Thanks.
This time, she was no longer so hunched, dull and autistic.
Wendel secretly breathed a sigh of relief, followed him to the police station and recorded a confession.
After doing what he should have done, Wendell walked to the street and prepared to take a taxi carriage to return to the Iris Hotel.
However, in this stormy night, there was no pedestrian or carriage on the road.
This is the disadvantage of a small town, it is not convenient enough.Wendel whispered, opened the umbrella I brought when going out, distinguished the direction, and returned to the Iris Hotel as the same way.
As a former sheriff, he had a mysterious memory ability of the route he had taken and was not worried about getting lost in a strange small town.
At this time, the heavy rain had been much smaller, but the strong wind was still sweeping. They blew by, with the rain, and slapped on Wendel's body diagonally.
This made Wendel unable to help but raise his right hand and block it between his chest and abdomen.
The confidential document was hidden inside the clothing at that location.
Even when Wendel was sleeping, he kept the documents close to his body and did not let them separate from himself. For this reason, he had developed a habit of having corresponding self-reminders in advance, he would not turn over after falling asleep.
Utopia is a small town. After Wendel left for almost a quarter of an hour, he saw the Iris Hotel. At this time, his hat and clothes were soaked because the wind was too strong.
This made him a little worried, worried that the confidential document would be soaked in water and damaged.
Strictly speaking, I have violated the code of conducting tasks, but how can I not help when facing such a lady?
This is the cultivation that a gentleman should have... Wendel felt a little annoyed, but he did not regret it at all.
After entering the room, he immediately took off his coat, took out the document, and placed it on the table.
The paper bag outside the document already has obvious signs of infiltration, and several places seem to be broken if they touch them hard.
Wendel immediately rang the bell, called the waiter, and asked him for the coal stove, hoping to increase the temperature of the room and speed up the air drying of the sealed file bag.
While waiting, he found that there was no sense of quietness in the middle of the night around him. It seemed that the screams and police came to the door of the door woke the residents and nearby residents and had not fallen asleep yet.
The howling wind weakened a lot, and Wendel heard the cry of children, the quarrel of couples, the saw-wood violin, the intermittent sobs, the footsteps walking upstairs and the discussions that sometimes suppressed their voices and sometimes forgot to control.
He didn't feel for this scene full of life, but he just felt that they were noisy and made him unable to calm down.
After a while, the waiter brought the coal stove with charcoal fire added.
Wendel relaxed a little and asked casually:
Do you know Miss Tracy just now?
The thin waiter shook his head:
Don't know.
He immediately added:
I heard she is indeed a local, but I have been living in a plantation outside the city this year.
What do you know about her?Wendel subconsciously asked.
She would come to our hotel three to five times a month with the dead man.The waiter suddenly sighed, she was not happy at all.
Wendel was silent for a few seconds, sent the waiter away and sat back at the table.
Time passes by minute by minute, and the bags outside the confidential documents gradually dry.
At this time, the interior and outside of the hotel have become quieter, with only the ticking sound of rain falling to the ground and the sound of wind caused by the sound of windows.
The energetic Wendel recalled all the things that happened before and sighed at Miss Tracy's life, while lifting the file bag and turning it over.
At this moment, he found that the part of the document bag covered underneath had a little damage, and the paper inside was faintly revealed.
Wendel frowned, knowing that he was going to be punished.
Of course, the punishment will not be too heavy, because if the confidentiality requirement for documents is high enough, he will not be allowed to escort it alone.
Wendel originally planned to maintain his current state and also show the damage to the handover party, but when he glanced at him, he saw a word on the file through the hole:
Utopia.
Wendel's spirit suddenly tensed up, and he felt the sound of wind and rain outside suddenly stopped.
He immediately saw a man lying on the floor and saw blood on his chest.
Are you sure you are dead?Wendel asked a question peacefully.
The young lady in her twenties was confused at first, and then replied with uncertainty:
Probably...I don't know...
If there is still aid, you need to be sent to the hospital immediately.Wendell's tone was like talking to the patient's family, not a murderer.
The lady holding the blood-dripping dagger subconsciously turned her body and made way.
Wendel moved a few steps forward and approached the victim.
He didn't need to squat down, just glanced at him and made a judgment from all the signs:
It is indeed dead.
A woman in her twenties with long flax hair with a slightly messy flax had no obvious expression change, and looked down at her toes and said:
You call the police.
What is it called?Wendel had heard the rushing footsteps coming from the stairs.
Obviously, the waiter or the hotel owner heard a scream and came up to check the movement.
Tracy… The young lady who was both wild and innocent replied in a low voice.
She then fell into her own world and didn't say a word.
Wendel was about to say something, but the hotel owner who had previously checked in had rushed to the door.
Goddess Ah!The elderly man couldn't help but shout after seeing the situation in the room.
Wendel pressed down with his right hand, signaling the other party to calm down, and then said:
You call the police immediately, I will watch here.
His temperament has a feeling of trust and obedience in his words. The hotel owner did not say anything at all. He immediately turned around and ran downstairs.
For Wendel, the initial visit to check the news was just out of the habit of a gentleman, and in fact he had no idea of in-depth interference. After all, he was still on the task, but Miss Tracy's confused, disengaged, and forced and cold attitude made him feel pity.
This is a normal reaction for a man.
He looked around and said as if he was talking to the air:
Not everyone will be sentenced to severe sentences when killing people, and there are many situations.
Tracy slowly raised her head and turned her eyes to the gentleman.
There was a little more indescribable glory in her seemingly silent and confused eyes.
Wendel glanced at her bruised face:
Did he beat you?
Um.The other party seemed to have some authority, and Tricy, who wanted to remain silent, finally answered.
Wendel's eyes moved down and landed on the dagger that was no longer dripping blood:
Did you bring it here, or did he?
Tracy responded slightly slower:
he.
Wendel nodded slightly and said:
Legitimate defense is in accordance with the law. I can prove to the police that you are having a fierce quarrel and fighting in advance. Obviously, men naturally have an advantage in this regard.I am not discriminating against women, but science and experience tell us this.
He paused and asked:
What is the relationship between you and what happened?
Tracy's eyes moved, and he recovered from the deep autism and reality state.
She said with some hope and sadness in her eyes as if she was answering a question from the policeman:
I am, hehe, I am his mistress.
Speaking of this, Tracy showed a self-deprecating smile on her face:
I used to be an ugly woman who chased money to lose her mind. Not long after I left grammar school, I became his mistress under his temptation.
He gave me a hotel and asked me to stay there, waiting for his arrival or call every week.
I gradually lost interest in this kind of life, I became more and more depressed and inferior. I wanted to return everything to him and get rid of him completely, but he disagreed. He threatened me in various ways and prevented me from leaving him. Our recent encounters were all in quarrels.
Just now, he said that there was only one way to leave him, that is to die, and then he beat me and took out a dagger. Later, you know everything later...
Missy...Wander glanced at Tracy's face with regret and regret:
The traces at the scene also initially proved the development of the matter.
He originally thought that Tracy and the deceased were husband and wife, but the relationship was even worse than he thought.
Tracy nodded mumly and said:
Thanks.
She didn't speak anymore, until the utopian police arrived, she broke the silence, raised her hands and received handcuffs.
Wendell looked at Tracy's slightly staggering steps and said to the police:
Take her to test the injury first, deal with the injury, and avoid accidents.
The police didn't know why they had to listen to a witness's instructions. In short, they led Tracy and Wendell without any objection to the small hospital in the town, braved the heavy rain.
Because Tracy is a woman, Wendell and two policemen waited in the hospital corridor and did not follow him.
As time passed, Wendel saw a pregnant woman being rushed into the delivery room. It seemed that something was wrong and needed surgery.
After a while, he heard the sound of the baby crying, which was the announcement of a new life coming to this world, and at this time, Tracy just came out.
Have you felt it?The beauty of life.Wendell said something serious to Tracy.
Trixi listened to the baby's crying mixed with the sound of wind and rain, and his expression was obviously touched.
Her face had been wiped over and seemed very simple.
After a few seconds, Tracy came to her senses, nodded to Wendel, and said again:
Thanks.
This time, she was no longer so hunched, dull and autistic.
Wendel secretly breathed a sigh of relief, followed him to the police station and recorded a confession.
After doing what he should have done, Wendell walked to the street and prepared to take a taxi carriage to return to the Iris Hotel.
However, in this stormy night, there was no pedestrian or carriage on the road.
This is the disadvantage of a small town, it is not convenient enough.Wendel whispered, opened the umbrella I brought when going out, distinguished the direction, and returned to the Iris Hotel as the same way.
As a former sheriff, he had a mysterious memory ability of the route he had taken and was not worried about getting lost in a strange small town.
At this time, the heavy rain had been much smaller, but the strong wind was still sweeping. They blew by, with the rain, and slapped on Wendel's body diagonally.
This made Wendel unable to help but raise his right hand and block it between his chest and abdomen.
The confidential document was hidden inside the clothing at that location.
Even when Wendel was sleeping, he kept the documents close to his body and did not let them separate from himself. For this reason, he had developed a habit of having corresponding self-reminders in advance, he would not turn over after falling asleep.
Utopia is a small town. After Wendel left for almost a quarter of an hour, he saw the Iris Hotel. At this time, his hat and clothes were soaked because the wind was too strong.
This made him a little worried, worried that the confidential document would be soaked in water and damaged.
Strictly speaking, I have violated the code of conducting tasks, but how can I not help when facing such a lady?
This is the cultivation that a gentleman should have... Wendel felt a little annoyed, but he did not regret it at all.
After entering the room, he immediately took off his coat, took out the document, and placed it on the table.
The paper bag outside the document already has obvious signs of infiltration, and several places seem to be broken if they touch them hard.
Wendel immediately rang the bell, called the waiter, and asked him for the coal stove, hoping to increase the temperature of the room and speed up the air drying of the sealed file bag.
While waiting, he found that there was no sense of quietness in the middle of the night around him. It seemed that the screams and police came to the door of the door woke the residents and nearby residents and had not fallen asleep yet.
The howling wind weakened a lot, and Wendel heard the cry of children, the quarrel of couples, the saw-wood violin, the intermittent sobs, the footsteps walking upstairs and the discussions that sometimes suppressed their voices and sometimes forgot to control.
He didn't feel for this scene full of life, but he just felt that they were noisy and made him unable to calm down.
After a while, the waiter brought the coal stove with charcoal fire added.
Wendel relaxed a little and asked casually:
Do you know Miss Tracy just now?
The thin waiter shook his head:
Don't know.
He immediately added:
I heard she is indeed a local, but I have been living in a plantation outside the city this year.
What do you know about her?Wendel subconsciously asked.
She would come to our hotel three to five times a month with the dead man.The waiter suddenly sighed, she was not happy at all.
Wendel was silent for a few seconds, sent the waiter away and sat back at the table.
Time passes by minute by minute, and the bags outside the confidential documents gradually dry.
At this time, the interior and outside of the hotel have become quieter, with only the ticking sound of rain falling to the ground and the sound of wind caused by the sound of windows.
The energetic Wendel recalled all the things that happened before and sighed at Miss Tracy's life, while lifting the file bag and turning it over.
At this moment, he found that the part of the document bag covered underneath had a little damage, and the paper inside was faintly revealed.
Wendel frowned, knowing that he was going to be punished.
Of course, the punishment will not be too heavy, because if the confidentiality requirement for documents is high enough, he will not be allowed to escort it alone.
Wendel originally planned to maintain his current state and also show the damage to the handover party, but when he glanced at him, he saw a word on the file through the hole:
Utopia.
Wendel's spirit suddenly tensed up, and he felt the sound of wind and rain outside suddenly stopped.
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