I can see through everything

“Grandma, please tell your story!”

Putting down the fork, Qin Hao quietly stared at the grandmother in front of him.

This old man in his sixties, so calm, is really surprising.

“How do you know I have a story?”

Looking at Qin Hao with some surprise, Grandma asked.

“It’s simple, and there are many reasons.”

With a smile, Qin Hao said.

“First of all, these people seem to know you well.”

“They went by themselves when they had that beer just now, not asking you to help.” This is only done by frequent visitors. ”

Pointing to the beer on the table not far away, Qin Hao said lightly.

“And after they killed someone, they didn’t even look at you.”

“That means they probably kill people here a lot.”

“And for you, they will not be guarded at all.”

“So, if you’re not their person, you’ll be very familiar with them.”

These analyzed by Qin Hao are very simple, as long as most people with discerning eyes can see it.

“Then what I want to tell you now is that the innkeeper on the other side is also his person.”

Although it was a little unexpected, the grandmother still said.

“After the gunshots rang out just now, for whatever reason, the owner of the inn reported the matter to Sartre.”

“But 797 has a bad cell phone signal in that room!”

“It takes about a minute for that kid to put on his shoes and pick up the phone and go out.”

Grandma said, looking at the clock hanging on the wall.

“And now, there’s only five seconds left.”

Saying that, Grandma looked at Qin Hao with a smile.

“Thanks!”

Listening to Grandma’s words, Qin Hao smiled slightly and rushed out of the hotel door.

When passing by the corpse of the big man, he picked up the dagger in the other party’s hand by the way.

Sure enough, the owner of the hotel opposite had already walked out the door.

And in his hand, he held a worn-out mobile phone.

Qin Hao did not hesitate and rushed towards the other party.

When the boss saw Qin Hao rushing over, he was first stunned, and then pulled out the gun from his pocket.

Sou!

Qin Hao did not hesitate, and before the other party could pick up the gun, the dagger in his hand flew towards the hotel owner.

With Qin Hao’s accuracy, the dagger went straight into the throat of the innkeeper.

Before he could even fire the gun, the boss fell to the ground.

At this moment, the phone in his hand has not pressed a number.

Killing the other party is urgent.

If not, then follow what Grandma said just now.

The other party will definitely tell Sartre what the gun just rang out.

This may not be a good thing for Qin Hao.

When something happened outside the village, Sartre did not come out on his own.

If you come out in person, it is okay, so as not to make Qin Hao more troublesome.

In fact, the odds are low.

Most of the time, Sartre would send his men to check on the situation.

If Qin Hao eliminated the opponent’s subordinates, Sartre even hid after getting the news.

In that case, it will be a bit troublesome to go to the other party again.

Qin Hao didn’t want to be so troublesome.

Eliminating local chiefs in one fell swoop is the best option.

Pulling the innkeeper’s body back to his inn, Van Gogh hid behind the bar.

By the way, I looked through the housing records and found that there were only eight people’s names.

In other words, the eight people in the hotel just now seem to be the only guests here.

Putting the innkeeper’s mobile phone into his pocket, Qin Hao glanced to the side.

The box he brought was still there, and there was no trace of prying.

(Befi) It seems that Qin Hao has not been away for too long just now.

After cleaning up this side, Qin Hao returned to the restaurant opposite.

At this moment, the eight corpses in the restaurant have disappeared.

The grandmother, holding a mop, was cleaning up the blood stains on the ground.

Qin Hao frowned slightly.

He had just left to dispose of the body and returned in only three minutes.

And in such a quick time, eight corpses were disposed of.

This grandmother, it’s not simple!

At this time, Qin Hao secretly said in his heart.

“I’m old, it’s useless.”

While wiping the ground, Grandma muttered to herself.

“However, when you are older, it is safe to live, unlike young people who are anxious, but some do not live long.”

With a sigh, Grandma put the mop aside.

“Young man, if you have anything to say, just ask!”

Turning her head to Qin Hao, Grandma said slowly.

“Of course, that’s for the sake of money.”

The money on the eight corpses adds up to at least a few kilometers of knives.

Since Grandma was able to dispose of the body so quickly.

In contrast, the money also went into his pocket.

“Grandma, you don’t just look at the face of money, right?”

Coming to a chair and sitting down, Qin Hao smiled mysteriously.

This grandmother is very interesting, at least the most interesting old lady Qin Hao has seen here.

“Oh? How do you know? ”

Unexpectedly, after listening to Qin Hao’s words.

The grandmother, who was originally careless, was stunned, and then an imperceptible light flashed in her eyes.

“Like Grandma opening a shop here, if you just make fried noodles, you won’t make much money.”

Without directly answering Grandma’s words, Qin Hao said lightly.

“And those Sartre’s people died, and you didn’t react at all, obviously, you didn’t like them.”

“So, you’re not making money selling news.”

“At the very least, people who make money selling news will not be reluctant to buy a TV antenna.”

Pointing to the TV flashing with snowflakes behind the bar, Qin Hao continued.

Hearing Qin Hao’s words, Grandma frowned.

Qin Hao’s analysis was correct.

Not to mention that in such inaccessible places, even in the main city, you can’t make much money selling fried noodles.

And an old man, willing to take in such a place, it is really better to go to a slum a few kilometers away.

In that case, life is more convenient.

“And most importantly, it’s probably the thing behind the TV, right?”

Standing up from the chair, Qin Hao said lightly.

“What did you say?”

Unexpectedly, after hearing Qin Hao’s words, Grandma suddenly shook her body and cried out in a lost voice. _

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