Chapter 116: Identity (4)

Twenty minutes later, someone finally found Barry--
There is a small bar 200 meters east of the staff dormitory, and there is an exaggerated fountain pool outside the bar. Barry faced down, his upper body was immersed in the fountain pool, and he was saved when he was found.
In this way, it is not a low-key or low-key issue.
Gu Yan reported them to the police decisively.
The Silver Panther police car dedicated to the Fawang District Police Station galloped along the suspension route and whizzed over the elevated urban area, marking three parallel car marks in the air.
They pulled the sirens of Ula Ula, unimpeded all the way, and rushed to the Hanjin Garden Hotel on the outskirts of Fawong District in less time.
The three police cars did not encounter any obstacles in the urban area. Instead, they were worried at the gate of the courtyard of the Hanjin Garden Hotel.
Because the reporter's car is full outside the hotel.
The leading police car whistle wildly, and the hotel's security copper walls stand in a row, even pushing and shoving to drive the police car. Only three cars can get in here.
The sergeant took two police officers from the car and strode the meteor into the hotel building.
The rest of the police officers trot and dragged the cordon to enclose the entire hotel courtyard. Under the leadership of the managers, they went to the fountain pool east of the staff dormitory.
"Sergeant Xiao." The general manager of the hotel waited at the door and greeted the sergeant. "It was a hard trip."
Sergeant Xiao has been on duty in Fawang District for many years. He is no stranger to the management of Hanjin Garden Hotel, and several of them are not the first time to deal with each other. He frowned and glanced outside the courtyard door. He said dissatisfiedly: "Some of you here have loose mouths. The matter hasn't been checked yet. The news leaked out first. The reporters outside arrived earlier than us."
The general manager reluctantly said: "You misunderstood, it wasn't that we leaked the news, those people didn't arrive just now, precisely they didn't come because of the accident, it just happened to happen to them."
If you look at the signs, you can see that the cars around are mostly unknown websites. Those websites are always at the forefront in order to be popular. This time, the Southern Cross Party invited people who called their names. For these websites, it is a plate full of meat, smelling the taste and waiting to come early, no matter what.
"How can the gang outside be called a reporter." The general manager said, "True reporters are going to be black-faced."
"Forget it." Sergeant Xiao asked, "What about those people?"
"The VIPs?"
"Ok."
"It's all in the garden this time."
In the glass garden of the hotel, everyone invited by the Southern Cross Law Firm this time sits in twos and threes, more people than last night's pre-heating reception, and the atmosphere is indeed unprecedentedly tense.
Sergeant Xiao followed the general manager and first nodded to everyone in the garden, saying hello. Then buckle the earphones on the ears and say, "Sorry, let you see me and my policemen in the middle of enjoying the holiday. In fact, we don't want to disturb this beautiful party, but we still have to work Yes, I think you have heard a little bit about the poor employee. I believe this matter has nothing to do with most of the ladies and gentlemen present, but it ’s routine, you still need to make a transcript. I hope you will understand our work. , And also consider the poor employee. "
The guests present had no objections, but his face was not easy to see where to go.
"What's wrong?" Sergeant Xiao stared at a nearest guest and asked, "You look very unhappy."
"No." The guest turned his head and looked at the people around him, and said to the sheriff: "I'm not unhappy, I'm happy to cooperate with your work. The face is not good just because ... good wine will encounter this kind of thing, a bit Bad heart. "
His words probably represent most of the people present. Mr. Gao, the partner of the host law firm, is one of the most ugly. After listening to the guests, he glanced at everyone with some regret, especially the Manson brothers with the thickest thighs.
After seeing Miro Manson's undisguised squalid face, he withdrew his eyes with a headache and rubbed his temple hard.
Of course, there are some people who don't care about the "dead employee".
In Yan Suizhi's position in front of them on the right, there is a flower bed surrounded by a deck. There are three single and double high-end sofa chairs with three people sitting on them. There are some morning teas on the marble square in front of them, and they are still scattered. With poker and cards nine.
One of them listened to the sheriff's words, while still playing with a few playing cards, flipping through the book like a "booming" sound, a boring look.
Miss Fitz was nested in the single sofa seat next to Yan Sui, glanced in that direction, and then shook her head and "tweeted".
"Miss Fitz, what happened to your tongue?" Yan Suizhi asked knowingly, reminding her not to be too obvious.
"No, it hurts when I see the tongue of someone I don't like." Fitz swallowed a sip of coffee. "That Cliff was so arrogant that he suffocated me last night. I wouldn't give it to him unless he was a guest. Good face. "
She said Cliff was the man who was playing with playing cards, and one-third of the league's shuttles were bearing his mark. In the early years, my family had some dealings with interstellar pirates. I had played arms and mines. My family was rich, but I was not white enough. Later, in cooperation with the Manson family, I transferred to the shuttle shuttle, and I started the interplanetary freight.
Although the focus of his career has changed for decades, the people in his family are all in the tone of the early arms dealers of the alliance.
In the past when dealing with interstellar pirates, there must be no rare blood, so now seeing things like "dead man", the people in his family are very calm and not at all serious.
The noise of the playing cards in his hands was actually not very big, basically covered by Sheriff Xiao's voice.
But Yan Suizhi still gave him a few glances while drinking water.
He saw Cliff throwing his poker cards on the square a few boringly, drank a bit of coffee, and washed the poker cards again, then picked one with his index finger, threw it away, picked another one, and then Throw away.
This is obviously to pass the time, and the action of picking cards is also very casual.
But the more casual one is, the more subconscious thoughts will be revealed.
When Cliff lost his cards, he didn't throw them all but a suit in one direction.
Hearts and spades are thrown away, the squares are closer, and grass flowers are thrown in front of them.
Sergeant Xiao said a long list, and finally noticed the boredom of this one and glanced at him.
Cliff raised his eyebrows, reluctantly gave the sheriff a face, stopped the movement in his hand, flicked a few grass flowers in front of him, and leaned against the back of the sofa, changing a comfortable position.
Xiao raised his voice and said, "So, that's it? You first go back to your room, and my police officer will take notes separately. Remember, wait where you live this night, just wait, don't change places at will . Thank you for your cooperation. "
When he finished, he patted his palm.
The people in the garden stood up one after another, and the policemen dispersed into the crowd and arranged for everyone to return to the room.
Two of them went to Yan Suizhi's side.
Joe beckoned, "Come on, the four of us stayed together last night. Come up with us."
The policeman nodded, and as they followed them to the elevator, they simply asked their identities.
Gu Yan simply said to him, "The Southern Cross court lawyer, this is my intern."
The police officer was a little surprised. He glanced at the front building and asked: "Intern? Just now the manager said, aren't your intern and barrister arranged to live in that building?"
"Yes." Joe said, "but they are my good friends. I was short of drinking last night and called them to live together."
The officer nodded and jotted down on the paper, "Is it convenient to talk about your original room?"
Gu Yandao: "I live in 701, he lives in 406."
The policeman was stunned. "Wait, 406? Is it 406 that said there was a change last night?"
Yan Suizhi nodded, "Yes."
"That doesn't rule out that last night's changes were directed at you," the police officer said.
At this point, Joe seemed to remember something suddenly, wondering: "Yes, this is really strange, why is it just staring at your room? You are just an intern ..."