The girl was timid after all, so she grabbed the little bun on Zhao Yongqi's arm tightly. Although she tried to cover her little mouth with her hands, her shaking little body kept hiking into his arms. Even the hotel lobby manager who was following her was staring at the string of falling blood beads with pale faces at the string of falling blood beads, unable to speak at all.

Wen Chenglong walked to Zhao Yongqi's side, said nothing, just took a look.

As if he understood what he meant, Zhao Yongqi nodded slightly after being silent for three seconds.

Without saying a word, Wen Chenglong stepped forward and took a few steps to bypass the spot where the blood was still dripping, and went directly to the other side. He jumped gently, raised his strong arms high, and grabbed the edge of the cement shelter. Then his arms were strong and easily turned over to the ceiling.

A few seconds later, Wen Chenglong jumped to the ground, then swept the bright flashlight on his waist around, walked to a dark corner not far away and took a few glances, then returned to Zhao Yongqi, and said in a deep voice: "It's broken, half on the ceiling, and half on the corner over there. As for whether there are any wreckage in other places, we have to wait for the police to check carefully. However, from the way it looks like a woman."

When they heard that they had fallen into pieces, the few little women couldn't even say anything. The lobby manager couldn't even help but hold on to the wall beside him and started to retching with his head down.

Her powerful arms tightly hugged Xiao Baozi's delicate body and gently patted her back, making the little woman who was a little vomiting feel much better.

He shook his nose slightly, as if he felt the smell of blood slowly spreading. Zhao Yongqi frowned and said to Wen Chenglong: "Brother Long, leave one or two people to help them call the police. I will take Yingying back upstairs first."

"Well, this place is not suitable for you to stay." Wen Chenglong nodded without hesitation and then left two bodyguards who had already started calling the police, and took the others to follow Zhao Yongqi and Xiao Baozi and walked towards the elevator.

Ten minutes later, Zhao Yongqi, who returned to the hotel, was still holding the little bun that he didn't want to let go without death, sitting quietly on the sand, gently touching her back, so that she could feel better.

Perhaps it was because I finally had my own psychological construction and I had slowly accepted the reality. Xiao Baozi's breathing had gradually stabilized, and the jade arms quietly embraced me slowly began to relax.

"Brother Qi, you said, why do some people like to commit suicide? Is it really that bad to live?" The little woman raised her head, with a little water vapor in her beautiful eyes, looked at her handsome face pitifully and asked weakly.

Shaking his head slightly, Zhao Yongqi looked at the pretty face in front of him with pity and said softly: "I don't know. Maybe it's because I have never fallen into a desperate situation, right? But if it were me, no matter what kind of desperate situation it was, as long as I could live, I would definitely work hard to survive. Because, I believe that if I die, I will never be able to turn over again. Only by living can there be hope and a counterattack may occur one day. Just..."

After a slight pause, Zhao Yongqi gently stroked the tender cheeks, and his tone became gentler: "But, maybe some people have completely lost the desire to live, maybe they have lost something more important than their lives, or maybe the world is only left with suffering for them, so they want to leave this world."

He lowered his head slightly, lying on Zhao Yongqi's chest, and then said with a firm and soft voice: "Brother Qi can definitely be very happy, so these people have nothing to do with us."

"Well, we will all be very happy, sure!" Zhao Yongqi's interface was not hesitant to give more comfort to the wounded little woman.

...

More than an hour later, when Zhao Yongqi was about to go to bed with a bun, the doorbell suddenly rang.

"It's time, who else will come here?" Zhao Yongqi scratched his head in a daze, let go of the little bun that had been lying in his arms and never wanted to separate. Then he walked towards the door with some doubt.

After taking a look from the peeping hole, Zhao Yongqi's sword brows frowned a little more tightly, but he quickly opened the door.

I saw Wen Chenglong standing on the left back side outside the door, and three policemen stood in front.

Before Zhao Yongqi could speak, the capable policeman in his thirties looked like he was in his thirties, so he saluted him and said, "Hello, Brother Xiao Qi, I am Liu Dacheng from the xxx Public Security Bureau. There are some things that you need to cooperate with to inquire. Is it convenient now?"

"Oh, come in, I'm not asleep yet." When Zhao Yongqi heard this, although he was still confused, he still made way and allowed four people, including Wen Chenglong, to enter the room. The little bun, who had already heard the movement, was already standing in front of the sand in the living room, looking at the police coming in with some confusion.

"Hello Miss Liying, I'm disturbing." The policeman was obviously surprised that Xiao Baozi was also in the room, but he quickly calmed down and bowed slightly politely.

"It's okay, I'll pour you tea." The beautiful little woman turned around and walked towards the cabinet on the side.

After Zhao Yongqi called several policemen to sit down, he waited until Xiao Baozi brought the tea up, and then he asked with doubt: "Is there anything I need to cooperate with your investigation?"

"That's right." The policeman put down a recorder, then turned on the notes he carried with him, and asked in a deep voice: "About an hour and a half ago, we received a call from the hotel, and someone jumped off the building and died. It is said that it was the first time you saw it? I want to ask, why did you know?"

When he heard the police's way of asking questions, Wen Chenglong and Xiao Baozi frowned slightly, as if they felt very unhappy. On the contrary, Zhao Yongqi, without any so-called scratching, turned around and pointed to the windowsill and said, "At that time, Yingying and I were sitting on the sand where you were sitting, facing the script. Because I was facing the window, I saw a black shadow sliding quickly through the window. Although I couldn't see clearly what it was, it felt like a personal figure. So, I called Brother Long and other bodyguards with Yingying, went directly to the lobby, asked the lobby manager to contact the hotel's security personnel, and finally searched in the general direction."

After a moment of silence, the policeman stared at Zhao Yongqi with bright eyes and asked seriously: "May I ask, have you left the room alone tonight?"

"What do you mean?" Xiao Baozi was furious, took a step forward, pointed at the policeman's nose, raised his eyebrows and scolded in a delicate voice: "Do you think it was Brother Qi who killed that person?!"
Chapter completed!