Wendell didn't chat, and quickly returned to the room, making some arrangements to prevent others from sneaking in.

Then he fell asleep without hesitation.

He is using the relatively safe time period that potential enemies think is not suitable for operations to sleep, and "empty" out the late night.

After an unknown amount of time, Wendell was suddenly awakened by a loud noise.

He checked his pocket watch and found that it was not morning yet.

Just in the next room... a woman's voice... a man's voice... Wendell sat up, listened carefully, and discerned carefully.

At first, he suspected that the man and woman were flirting, but it turned out to be so intense that fragile objects were thrown against the wall.

A quarrel leads to a fight? As soon as Wendell muttered, he heard women's shouts, curses, and screams.

Beating women? As a Loen gentleman, although Wendell believed in the "Lord of the Storm" and discriminated against women openly and secretly, this did not prevent him from thinking that men should not be violent towards women.

After thinking about it for two seconds, he decided to knock on the door and remind the "neighbors" to pay attention.

At this moment, a scream came over.

This is clearly from a male!

Bang, something heavy fell to the floor.

Wendell's eyebrows moved slightly, keenly smelling the breath of the criminal case.

He stood up, put on his coat, went to the next room, bent his fingers, and knocked twice.

A few seconds later, the door opened with a creak, and a beautiful lady with green eyes and flaxen hair appeared in front of Wendell.

Her hair was disheveled, her face was pale, and the light green clothes were dotted with bright red blood, and she was holding a dagger dripping with blood in her hand.

The young lady in her early twenties murmured her lips for a while, then said in a sleepy tone: "I killed someone..."

Wendell was no stranger to murder, and he was not frightened when he heard the words. He calmly let his gaze pass over the woman at the door, and cast his eyes into the interior of the room.

Immediately, he saw a man lying on the floor, and his chest was blood red.

"Are you sure you're dead?" Wendell asked a question peacefully.

The lady in her twenties was at a loss at first, and then replied with uncertainty: "It should be... I don't know..."

"If you can still be saved, you need to be sent to the hospital immediately." Wendell's tone seemed to be speaking to the patient's family, not a murderer.

The lady holding the blood-dripping dagger subconsciously turned sideways to get out of the way.

Wendell took a few steps forward and approached the victim.

He didn't need to squat down, just glanced at him, and judged from all the signs: "It is indeed dead."

The woman in her twenties with long flaxen-colored hair and slightly disheveled expression did not change significantly. She looked down at her toes and said, "Call the police."

"What's the name?" Wendell had heard hurried footsteps on the stairs.

Obviously, it was the waiter or the hotel owner who heard the screams and came up to check the movement.

"Tracey..." the wild and pure lady replied in a low voice. JrNovels.com