nursery rhymes

Chapter 1 Nursery Rhymes in the Garage
In the parking lot on the B3 floor of the Holiday Inn on Jianqiu Road in Beidaihe, the sound of rolling cart wheels mixed with the sound of hard soles landing regularly, playing a very oppressive symphony on the empty cement floor.

The cleaning staff, who was wearing off-white cleaning clothes and had her hair tied back with a dark blue bow, was slowly turning out of the elevator while pushing four empty blue buckets of drinking water.

The parking lot on the B3 floor is where the car owners with fixed parking spaces in the hotel park their vehicles.There are many vacancies, few vehicles and many warehouses.

The cleaning staff passed by the parking space with two white rolling shutter doors. There was something wrong with the incandescent light above the head. It flickered on and off.In the light of her excessively white face, the flaming red lips and the two heavy black eyebrows tattooed were extremely conspicuous.

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!
Turning around a square pillar with two people hugging each other, the yellow warning sticker on the pillar reflected a flash of light from the roof, revealing the black shadow of the cleaning staff.

The storeroom where the buckets of pure water are stored is at the end of the corridor behind the pillar.

The cleaning staff gulped down her saliva and quickened her pace. The news she heard recently kept flashing in her mind.

A murder occurred seven days ago. On the edge of the lawn on West Beach Road, a middle-aged man was strangled to death and had his five fingers chopped off.It is said that at the murder scene, the victim’s cell phone was playing beautiful nursery rhymes sung by children.

The cleaning staff's footsteps became more and more urgent.She has been working as a room service member in this hotel for more than three years, and has walked to the warehouse hundreds of times. Today, she always felt hairy all over while walking.

"Little snail, little snail, carry the house on your back to travel; don't be in a hurry, don't panic, look around and walk slowly. When you meet a little ant, nod towards the ant. The wind is coming, the rain is coming, the rain is flowing all over the ground .Little ant, don’t worry, hide in my room.”

The two centimeter-high small-heeled leather shoes stopped, the sound of the wheels stopped suddenly, and the hands holding on to the cold iron pole of the trolley tightened suddenly.

"Little snail, little snail, carrying the house on its back"

In the basement, the ethereal sound of children's songs reached my ears.

The cleaning staff's ears were pounding, and the pores all over her body were covered with cold goosebumps.

She set her sights on the corridor on the other side of the garage exit.From this angle, the door to the thermal engine room cannot be seen.She had only been there once, and it was usually locked.

Perhaps, a master from some engineering department was listening to music inside.

The walkie-talkie fastened to his waist suddenly made a sound. The cleaner's legs felt weak, the cart slid forward, and he fell down.

"Wang Fang, Wang Fang, when will the bottled water in the guest room be changed?"

Wang Fang picked up the intercom in a panic, pressed the intercom button and replied: "Manager, I'm in the B3 warehouse. I'll go back to the guest room right away."

Two more words came from the intercom: Hurry up.

Wang Fang stood up, patted the white dirt on her black overalls, and deliberately made a loud noise.

Fortunately, there are no cameras here, otherwise she would be lost.

Pushing the cart to the warehouse, he took out the key from his trouser pocket and opened the door, took down the empty bucket, gritted his teeth, moved four unopened buckets of bottled water and put them on the cart.

After locking the door again and coming out, I could still hear the children's songs in the corridor opposite.

She didn't know if it was because the manager just said something to her, or because she felt that she was too embarrassed to fall just now, or because of curiosity.

She placed the cart against the wall and walked to the opposite side.

The sound of small heels echoed in the garage, and the sound of children singing nursery rhymes became clearer and clearer.

At the entrance of the curved corridor, Wang Fang covered her mouth in silence.

At the door of the thermal engine room, a man was lying in a pool of blood, his pupils wide open and his eyes wide open.

I don’t know how long it took, maybe 1 minute, maybe 10 minutes, maybe just a few seconds.Wang Fang turned around, put her palms on the wall, and threw herself out while retching.A black Audi A6 just drove out of the garage, and the right windshield knocked the cleaner who suddenly jumped into the driveway to the ground.

15 minute later.

In the B3 garage, three police cars with flashing lights were parked, and a cordon was cordoned off at the entrance to the corridor of the thermal machine room.

Outside the cordon, a man with a big belly and combed hair, his hands in his trouser pockets, his facial muscles twisted into a ball, explained to the police: "I am the boss here, but I didn't see the scene inside. The people who discovered the scene It’s the cleaning staff of our guest room, and the one who accidentally hit the cleaning staff is my driver Xiao Zhao, you can ask them both.”

Zhuge Yang held the notebook and wrote a few words, then looked up at the cleaning lady opposite who was holding the bucket. "Who called the police?"

"Xiao Zhao called the police."

"Did he call the police after listening to the cleaning staff describe the scene inside, or did he call the police after going in and looking at it?"

The oily boss scratched his temples impatiently. "I sat in the car and really didn't know anything."

Zhuge Yang put the carbon pen on the notebook and called his colleague Xiao Jiang to lead the hotel owner back to take notes. He turned around and went to the police car to find the driver Xiao Zhao.

He looked at the contents recorded in his colleague's notebook.

The driver's name was Zhao Kai. He hit the cleaner and got out of the car to check. The cleaner was lying on the ground, vomiting and pointing in the direction of the heating machine room, shaking all over.

He didn't know where the cleaning lady was injured, let alone what was going on in the computer room, so he walked over and took a look.

"I was so frightened that I told Mr. Sun all over the place. Mr. Sun asked me to call the police, so I did."

Zhao Kai was wearing a black suit. As he spoke, he stamped his feet on the ground, holding his fingers on his lower abdomen and constantly changing positions.

It was already chilly in April, and the temperature in the underground garage was even more eerie.

When Zhuge Yang saw that Zhao Kai couldn't find anything useful to ask, he asked someone to take him back to sign the transcript, then crossed the cordon and entered the scene.

In the narrow corridor, the flashing lights were clicking and dazzling.

Zhuge Yang called Master to the man squatting next to the deceased with white gloves holding an ID card.

"remember."

Zhuge Yang immediately picked up the notebook in his hand and pressed the spring of the carbon pen.

"The victim's name is Fu Mingyang. Male, age 27, native of Tianjin. The artery in the neck was cut, which was a fatal injury. There were obvious signs of struggle before death, and there were seven messy stab wounds on the back."

Zhuge Yang's pen tip tapped heavily on the notebook, leaving a black dot.

The scene of this murder was so similar to what happened seven days ago.

The deceased were all male. Nursery rhymes were played on the deceased’s mobile phone in a loop at the scene. There were also bloody footprints with the same pattern next to the corpse.

Is it the same murderer, or is he deliberately imitating him?

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