Fang Wanqing put down the lipstick in her hand, and at this time, a gentle knock on the door was heard. She opened the door and Zhao Nan whispered: "It seems that Meng Zhuo is dead. Be careful, I will mix in the waiter and wait and see what happened." Someone ran over in the corridor, and Zhao Nan yelled: "Oh, Miss Fang, don't worry, the security in our villa is very good."

"What happened?" the residents opened the door and asked.

Qin Lulu also poked her head out of her room and saw Fang Wanqing standing at the end of the corridor waving quickly.

Fang Wanqing captured the surprise that flashed through her eyes, thinking to herself why she was surprised to see me? Could it be... she thought I was the one who died? This idea made Fang Wanqing more guarded against Qin Lulu.

"What happened?"

Fang Wanqing deliberately pretended to be a little scared and walked over to hold Qin Lulu's hand.

"Someone is dead." Qin Lulu's tone was very calm, which was inconsistent with her image she was whining yesterday.

At this time, Yin Zhongliang strode over and said, "Don't panic, it's okay, it's okay, our villa is very safe. Please go back to your room. It's best not to leave your respective rooms before the police arrive."

"Zhong...Yin Zhongliang, who died?" Qin Lulu asked.

Fang Wanqing seemed very scared, hid behind Qin Lulu, but the corners of her eyes were locked accurately. When she saw his face twitching, "It's... Meng Zhuo."

Qin Lulu curled her lips and felt a little disdainful: "Really."

Yin Zhongliang didn't answer, turned around, his back was a little lonely.

Zhao Nan mixed in the middle of the waiter and said deliberately: "Is it the guest who got drunk yesterday? He drank a lot of alcohol, but he couldn't die from drinking, right?"

As he said that, he pushed open Meng Zhuo's door, a smell of wine spread rapidly, and everyone hurriedly covered their mouths and noses.

Bai Qingwen is a doctor and has some obsession with cleanliness. He doesn't care about what Meng Zhuo is doing, so he hurriedly opened the door and returned to his room.

There was a quilt spread on the bed, showing a person's shape. Meng Zhuo was a fat man and could not be so thin.

Zhao Nan stepped forward, lifted the quilt, and there was a pillow inside. Zhao Nan lifted up the sheets, and Meng Zhuo was under the bed. His face was upward and his face turned pale.

Could it be that I was drunk and choked on the trachea by vomit?

Zhao Nan reached out to explore Meng Zhuo's breath, touched the arteries on his neck again, his body was cold, he was so dead that he could not die any more.

The deceased's mouth was also clean and there was no sign of vomiting, but when he looked closely, his nose was slightly crooked and turned to one side. It was pale in the middle of the person and around his mouth, and the color was different from the blue face. Zhao Nan reached out to grab the pillow from the bed, and Yin Zhongnan shouted: "Don't move, wait for the police."

Zhao Nan raised his pillow and shook it, "He was suffocated to death."

"Suppress me to death?" Yin Zhongliang followed his instructions and saw some yellow marks in the middle of the pillow.

"The smell of wine is the trace of residue after he vomited. After he vomited, he was covered with this pillow and covered his mouth and nose to death." Zhao Nan put the pillow back in disgust and carefully covered the quilt, looking at the door with a smile: "Who was the first to find out that someone died just now?"

"It's...me." A woman's voice was trembling slightly, and she seemed to be still in shock. It was the waitress who had a conflict with Meng Zhuo yesterday, named Xiaoman.

"I'll clean up the room. No one agreed to knock on the door, so I pushed the door in and saw..."

"Stop! The deceased is under the bed. Why did you see the deceased without lifting the sheet?"

"The room is so smelly. I was so disgusting that I bent down and wanted to vomit. Then I saw the man lying under the bed."

Xiaoman pointed under the bed.

"Then why are you sure this person is dead? He shouted immediately?" Zhao Nan looked at her with a smile.

When this happened, Yin Zhongliang's mind was in chaos. When he heard what the waiter said made sense, he hurriedly nodded and said, "Yes, why are you sure this person is dead?"

Xiaoman lowered his head and his hands were tightly tucked together. Fang Wanqing was sure she was nervous, and was still trying to make up reasons.

Sure enough, she quickly raised her head and said with bright eyes, "There is no sound, and it smells very bad when the door is opened. I feel so disgusting that I am about to vomit. This person is so drunk, but the room is quiet and there is no sound. The more I think about it, the more I become, the more I am afraid, and I shouted."

This reason seems to be somewhat reasonable.

Fang Wanqing suddenly pointed at Xiaoman and said, "You were dissatisfied with Meng Zhuo yesterday. Could it be that you killed him?" Xiaoman was so scared that his face turned pale and waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, I didn't kill anyone." "To be honest." Zhao Nan shouted loudly, Xiaoman's face turned red and tears rolled in his eyes: "I came in, and I bent down in disgust. I saw the guest lying on the ground without moving. I thought this person must be drunk and unconscious. I was actually very angry when I treated me so yesterday, so I came over and wanted to kick him, but I found out... he was dead."

Xiaoman looked at Yin Zhongnan pitifully: "Mr. Yin, I just want to kick him but I really didn't kill anyone."

Fang Wanqing looked at the people in the corridor and did not find A Si who had a conflict with Meng Zhuo yesterday.

At this time, Bai Qingwen leaned out and asked, "What? Meng Zhuo is dead?"

Qin Lulu curled her lips: "Die, you can't die anymore, I'm afraid you're all hard." There was a slight gloating in her tone.

Fang Wanqing happened to be standing at Bai Qingwen's door and smelled the fresh scent of Liulanxiang toothpaste on his body. He thought to himself that this person is really a serious occupational disease. He is dead and he is still busy brushing his teeth.

Obviously, Qin Lulu also noticed it. She pulled Fang Wanqing over and whispered: "This person has been used to being cold-blooded, don't you remember?" Fang Wanqing shook her head blankly.

Bai Qingwen walked out and said, "I am a doctor, let me see."

"I've been rubbing for a long time, brushing my teeth and washing my face, and I've only come out now." Qin Lulu muttered dissatisfied. Bai Qingwen bowed to her with a good temper, and everyone made way for him. He took out a mask from his suit pocket and then took out a pair of gloves.

Zhao Nan looked at his movements with interest, pointed at the corpse, and made a gesture of inviting him.

Bai Qingwen was well-equipped, bent down, checked Meng Zhuo's mouth and nose, nodded and said, "This little... the gentleman is right. It depends on the situation and was suffocated by the pillow."

At this time, the manager ran up and looked annoyed: "Mr. Yin, the police can't come anymore. The bridge was broken from the mountain torrent last night."

It turned out that there was an arch bridge on the road that must be passed in Xinqiao Villa. Now the bridge is broken and the mountain torrent is turbulent, so the police from the police station of the town office cannot get through.

"Will you not tell the matter a little serious?"

Yin Zhongliang asked.

"I said it was our villa, but the police station really had no choice but to have a mountain torrent. When the mountain torrent came, I could only wait for the small water to roll the boat."

The manager wiped his face with oil and sweat.

The man named Chen Jiayi screamed: "The bridge is broken, so why are we going back? I don't want to be here! I want to go home."

Zhao Nan and Fang Wanqing looked at each other and buried the smile in their eyes.

A person died or an abnormal death.

The only bridge leading to the outside world of the villa was broken by a mountain torrent.

The villa's service staff were not nervous. The villa's food was enough to live for a long time, but the people who participated in the class reunion were a little anxious.

Yin Zhongliang took everyone out of the house and ordered people to watch out for the room and protect the scene. No one was allowed to go in and wait for the police to arrive.

Then everyone came to the Broken Bridge in the drizzle.

The river water under the bridge was very turbulent, and the bridge was broken in the middle. From the base of the bridge to the bridge deck seemed to be broken down by someone.

Yin Zhongliang walked forward a few steps, and Qin Lulu exclaimed: "What are you going to do?"

He stood where the bridge was broken, squatted down, looked down, got up after a while, patted the mud on the long gown, and looked solemn: "The bridge was blown up by man!"

"Ah?" Everyone was stunned.

"Why? Why do you need to blow up the bridge?"

Everyone talked about it.

"To trap us here, kill them one by one!"

Luna's voice came. She walked to Fang Wanqing step by step regardless of the splash of mud and water, and asked coldly: "Am I right? The dead Miss Fang?"
Chapter completed!