"found it."

sixth floor.

Boss office.

Wu Ting rummaged through the box and found out two red - incense candles.

"give."

He handed one to Jiang Wan, then took out the lighter and lit the two incense candles separately.

It's not surprising to have candles just in case, but incense candles in the office are a bit intriguing.

However, Jiang Wan glanced at the incense candle in her hand, and did not ask any further questions, and followed Wu Ting out of the office again.

"I can't take the elevator, so I can only take the stairs."

Large hotels generally have backup power, so even if there is an accident, they can be seamlessly connected. However, due to the scale of the Chenguang Holiday Hotel, it is obviously not so high-end, and even because of a sudden power failure, the elevators are also in a state of shutdown.

There were two candles lit up, and the sense of security was much improved. Wu Ting and Jiang Wan walked to the entrance of the stairs.

6F.

Jiang Wan raised the red incense candle and deliberately illuminated the floor identifier on the wall.

"Be careful."

Wu Ting glanced at the floor sign subconsciously, but didn't care, reminding Jiang Wan to pay attention to her feet.

"Where's Ms. Kong? Didn't I come back with you?"

Jiang Wan seemed to be chatting.

"With so many things happening recently, I asked her to go back and rest for a few days."

The corridor was very quiet, and only the footsteps of the two could be heard spreading in the empty space.

When she came to the fifth floor, Jiang Wan illuminated the "5F" on the wall again.

Wu Ting had a strange feeling in his heart, but he couldn't tell the specific reason.

3F.

2F.

The speed at which Jiang Wan went downstairs remained the same, resulting in the same sound of her footsteps, and she deliberately illuminated the floor signs on the wall every time she went downstairs. Wu Ting always glanced at him subconsciously.

first floor.

Get out of the hallway.

Jiang Wan quietly blew out the incense candle in her hand, thus hiding in the darkness.

"I didn't mean to... I didn't mean to..."

Wu Ting, who should have come to the hall on the first floor, was in a trance and found himself at the door of a room.

The rain was pouring outside the window.

inside the house.

An old man fell down on the edge of the bed, his expression sluggish.

A long-haired woman curled up motionless on the ground, blood flowing slowly on the ground, shocking.

There was also a woman dressed as a waiter who stood there in despair, talking to herself nervously, holding a broken piece of blood-stained porcelain in her hand, with scratches on her neck, as if there was a fight with someone not long ago, with an expression on her face. Frightened and panicked.

In addition to the blood, there was a cracked soup pot on the ground, and all the soup inside flowed out, making it a mess.

Wu Ting hurried over.

"what happened?!"

"I did not do it on purpose…"

Seeing his arrival, the waitress said quickly, tears welling in her eyes, almost crying.

Wu Ting first glanced at the old man who was slumped beside the bed, then quickly walked to the side of the blood and squatted down.

"Han Jia! Han Jia!"

Seeing that there was no response, he sank in his heart and helped the woman up, only to find that there was a ferocious scar on the woman's neck, scarlet blood was flowing out continuously, and there were also signs of being hit on her head.

"Han Jia!"

Wu Ting was almost breathless, took his wife in his arms, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and tested his nose.

result-

He quickly retracted his hand like a needle, his heart stopped beating, his face turned pale.

"Miss Han, she..."

The waitress panicked and asked.

Wu Ting squatted on the ground with his back to him, not saying a word.

"Bang!"

The blood-stained shards of porcelain fell to the ground in a slump, and broke into several pieces again. The waitress couldn't help but muttered, "I killed... I killed..."

"what happened?!"

Wu Ting asked in a deep voice, his tone also trembling.

"I brought in food for the old lady. I saw... I saw Miss Han pinching the old lady's neck... I had no choice but to rush over and smash Miss Han, and then she rushed towards me..."

The waitress shivered.

"I really didn't think about hurting Miss Han. I wanted to run, but she pulled my hair, pinched me, and didn't let go. I could only push her away desperately, and I didn't know how to scratch her..."

From the scratches on her neck and the marks in the room, it was clear she wasn't lying.

Wu Ting was breathing heavily, realizing that it might be the most important moment in his life,

His wife, Han Jia, is mentally ill. He has always been aware of this. Although he claims that his condition is stable, it is actually not the case at all.

Han Jia has to go to a psychiatrist almost every week for psychological counseling and drug treatment. Even so, she will fall ill from time to time and make some words and deeds that are contrary to common sense and even human nature.

Recently, the hotel was renovated, and she said more than once: Anyway, the old lady is suffering from Alzheimer's disease, and there is no point in living. Dig Soso, you can decorate the hotel well.

This kind of remark is simply outrageous and maddening, but Wu Ting knows that this is not her original intention, but the evil personality in her body is doing the trick, so she doesn't take it to heart.

Even for the safety of the old lady, he took the old lady to the hotel very early and handed it over to the waiter Kong Lijuan to take care of it. The purpose was to stay away from Han Jia as much as possible.

It must have been Han Jia's illness. She wanted to kill the old lady to cheat insurance, but was caught by Kong Lijuan, which led to the tragedy.

"Wu, Mr. Wu, I'm going to call an ambulance..."

Kong Lijuan stumbled and was about to run out, but Wu Ting stopped her.

"stop!"

"It's useless! She's dead!"

Kong Lijuan stayed in place as if struck by lightning.

Wu Ting slowly put the body of his wife on the ground.

"I really didn't mean to..."

Kong Lijuan looked at the corpse on the ground in a daze, and said this over and over again.

"Everyone is dead, what's the use of talking about it!"

"Mr. Wu, you, you should call the police..."

Kong Lijuan said tragically, with only four words in her head, killing for life.

Wu Ting did not call the police, but first helped the old lady up and made her sit on the bed.

"It's not your fault, you did it to save people."

After a long silence, he said.

Kong Lijuan looked at him blankly.

Seeing the woman in front of her who was dutifully obedient to her words and taking good care of the old lady, Wu Ting's mood was very complicated at this time.

He understands that what he should do most now is to call the police and hand over everything to the police, but he also understands that if he really hands over the matter to the police, even if this woman doesn't have to pay her life, she will be sure for a lifetime. destroyed.

She is not wrong.

It shouldn't ruin your life.

"Mom, you shouldn't blame me, right?"

Wu Ting murmured and looked at the old man.

The old man sat sluggishly on the bed, like a body without a soul, and did not respond.

"Go and close the door."

Wu Ting ordered.

Kong Lijuan hurriedly followed suit.

Wu Ting walked to the bedside table, picked up the phone, and adjusted his breathing, "Prepare me some plastic wraps from the kitchen, I'll use them."

"Okay boss, where are you? I'll bring it to you,"

Wu Ting was about to speak, but a shout sounded in vain.

"Mr. Wu!"