The cursing and crying from next door stopped abruptly.
Feng Hui was pushed to the ground and struggled for a long time before he could get up.
Zhong Misu quickly jumped off the table and went to Su Qiaoqiao: "Qiaoqiao, stop shouting! There are bad people outside!"
"There are bad guys! Let's tell the hotel receptionist right away and have her call the police!" Su Qiaoqiao continued loudly.
"Qiaoqiao! Listen to me—Big Sister is a bad person!" Zhong Misu quickly lowered her voice.
"I don't believe it!" Su Qiaoqiao looked at him and Feng Hui, who had finally managed to get up, warily, and then looked around the room. "How did I end up in your room? What...did you do to me?"
As she spoke, she suddenly shoved Zhong Misu aside and immediately went to push the table that was blocking the door.
Zhong Misu was pushed to the ground by her, and because she was so exhausted, she couldn't get up for a long time.
Su Qiaoqiao had already pushed the table aside, pulled open the door, and staggered out.
But three seconds later, she stepped back with her hands raised.
Everyone saw that a gleaming ox-ear knife was held against her neck.
The moonlight shone on her.
As she retreated, the receptionist's menacing appearance, holding a knife, came into everyone's view.
Li Wenjuan quickly shrank further into the corner.
Zhong Misu and Feng Hui both collapsed to the ground, struggling to get up.
Su Qiaoqiao was so frightened that she couldn't utter a complete sentence: "What...what are you going to...do?!"
The receptionist asked coldly, "Which little bastard killed my man?!"
“He…he had a heart attack!” Zhong Misu tried to distract her.
"Bullshit!" the receptionist cursed. "My man is as strong as an ox, he doesn't have heart disease!"
"Big sister...it's true, I can explain it to you!" Zhong Misu finally got up. "Put the knife away first!"
"Who killed him?" The receptionist's eyes were bloodshot as she stared at Su Qiaoqiao maniacally. "Was it you, you little bitch?!"
The blade was pressed against my neck, cold and hard.
Su Qiaoqiao was terrified and suddenly pointed at Feng Hui: "It's him! I saw him, it's him!"
Feng Hui, still unable to get up, looked up in surprise upon hearing this: "What about me?!"
The receptionist abandoned Su Qiaoqiao and charged at Feng Hui with her knife drawn: "It's you?"
Zhong Misu was completely exhausted and had no strength to stop her.
Feng Hui said blankly, "I don't even know who your man is, I didn't kill him!"
The receptionist scrutinized Feng Hui's expression and realized he wasn't lying; he didn't even know the current situation.
She squinted and turned to look at Su Qiaoqiao again.
Terrified, Su Qiaoqiao didn't understand Zhong Misu's gesture telling her to run and remained standing there.
The eldest sister lunged forward, her bull-ear knife once again pressed against the girl's neck: "You little bitch, you dare to lie to me? Then I'll send you to my man's grave first!"
As she spoke, she prepared to exert her strength.
With that cut, his throat would definitely be slit open, and he would surely die.
Upon seeing this, Zhong Misu immediately drew out half of her merit and gathered it at her fingertips, then shot it toward the receptionist's heart.
Of course, others could not see the sudden golden light.
Similarly, the receptionist's heart immediately stopped working, her arm suddenly lost its strength, and the ox-ear knife fell to the ground.
Then, her large body collapsed to the ground, her eyes wide open, staring blankly at Su Qiaoqiao.
"Ah!!!" Su Qiaoqiao screamed again.
This time, almost double the merit flew back to Zhong Misu from the eldest sister's heart.
A wave of warmth.
“This is…” Zhong Misu muttered to herself, “a person utterly wicked?!”
"What did you say?!" Su Qiaoqiao calmed down a bit and frowned as she asked Zhong Misu, "What's going on? You two men had better give me an explanation! Why am I in your room?"
"Qiaoqiao, Zhong Zhiqing and the others must have saved our lives," Li Wenjuan whispered from behind. "Don't you feel incredibly weak? We must have been poisoned!"
“Yes, I heard footsteps in the middle of the night, and then I smelled a strange odor…” Zhong Misu recounted what he had just experienced.
"Xiao Zhong, thanks to you!" Feng Hui finally got up and patted Zhong Misu on the shoulder.
"You mean, there's... a corpse next door?" Su Qiaoqiao's eyes widened. "A man tried to kidnap me and Li Zhiqing, but he died of a heart attack?"
“Not just the one next door.” Zhong Misu squatted down to check the receptionist’s breath, then stood up and nudged her with her toe. “This one too, it must have been a heart attack as well.”
"What?! She's dead too?" Su Qiaoqiao jumped three meters away, ran to the corner of the wall, and hugged Li Wenjuan tightly.
Zhong Misu looked at Feng Hui, and the two exchanged glances.
Zhong Misu said, "This matter is very strange! I'm afraid they have accomplices!"
Li Wenjuan nodded and said, "They are accomplices, and now that two people have died, none of us can escape responsibility during the investigation. My father is under investigation, and I can't afford to get into any trouble!"
Feng Hui nodded and said, "I can't involve my family. So let's hurry up and take everything with us, and don't leave any personal belongings behind."
Zhong Misu interjected, "Qiaoqiao, Li Zhiqing, you two should hurry back to your room and pack your things!"
"Wait!" Feng Hui walked towards Su Qiaoqiao, his steps now more steady. "You accused me of killing this woman's husband, were you trying to get her to kill me?"
Su Qiaoqiao's eyes widened: "I...I was just scared out of my wits...I'm sorry, Educated Youth Feng, I didn't mean to!"
Feng Hui's face was extremely gloomy, and he glanced at her several more times.
Zhong Misu knew she shouldn't speak up for Su Qiaoqiao at this time, but she couldn't help but say, "Old Feng, this isn't the time to talk about this! I apologize on Qiaoqiao's behalf! Please be magnanimous and don't hold it against her, okay?"
He didn't realize that the more merit he used for Su Qiaoqiao, the more entangled they became, and the more he would lose control of himself.
Feng Hui glanced at Zhong Misu, his eyes filled with a strange pity mixed with a hint of schadenfreude: "Fine. Little Zhong, but this is the last time. Your favors with me are all used up!"
These words were quite serious, and Zhong Misu was taken aback.
He looked at Feng Hui, his expression very serious, but then softened: "Hurry up and pack your things!"
"Brother Zhong!" Su Qiaoqiao's way of addressing Zhong Misu had changed. "I'm scared! Can you help me get ready?"
“Okay!” Zhong Misu agreed.
Li Wenjuan also stood up and followed Zhong Misu into the room.
“I…I have a flashlight in my bag!” Li Wenjuan said in a trembling voice.
"No, it's too bright, we can't use a flashlight!" Zhong Misu objected. "There might be other bad guys here!"
As soon as he said that, everyone's hearts jumped into their throats again.
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