After the rebirth of the idol, he started to lose weight and became the best actor

By chance, Ah Hui and a group of thugs revisited the hotel where the rich second generation was murdered.

The hotel is gorgeously decorated and is the only five-star hotel in the area. Normally, even during the off-season, the room rate per night would be between HK$3000 and HK$5000 or even higher.

But now, the impact of the serial murders is so wide that almost the entire Hong Kong and even the mainland has heard of it. Few people dare to live in a hotel where a murder has occurred.

It's not just the so-called ghost story, there's another theory that's also terrifying.

That is, the murderer will usually return to the crime scene afterwards to admire his masterpiece.

The hotel is also in bad luck. The room price has dropped to five or six hundred. It is losing money every day and cannot sell the rooms. It is estimated that it will go bankrupt soon.

Ah Hui happens to be the type of guest who doesn't care about the special features of the hotel.

In his opinion, such an extremely luxurious suite is suitable for his current status, comfortable to live in and affordable.

Who cares if it’s a murder case? There are so many rooms, so which one will be my turn?

Maybe the murderer is still trying to evade the police...

Ah Hui stared straight at Lu Qingming, who was being escorted in front by two thugs. He seemed to realize that there was no hope of escaping, so he lowered his head resignedly, revealing a part of his snow-white neck.

A group of people walked into the revolving door of the hotel. The once magnificent lobby was now empty and seemed inexplicably desolate. The hostesses had all run away, leaving only a middle-aged woman playing with her mobile phone at the front desk.

She didn't even raise her head when she heard footsteps: "How many people? How many rooms? How many nights?"

Ah Hui put his hands in his pockets, and the henchman beside him stood up and said, "Five people, one room, one night."

Hearing five people, the woman finally raised her head: "Oh, you are having a lot of fun. Show me your ID and leave me your phone number. Room 507."

After completing the procedures, Ah Hui couldn't wait to push the person into the elevator.

The hotel corridor was silent. Ah Hui and a few of his men pushed Lu Qingming and quickly came to Room 507.

The boy's face was as delicate as a painting, but his eyes were full of fear and helplessness, and his body was trembling slightly, like a lamb to be slaughtered.

Room 507 is a romantic king-size bed room with a large bathroom including a bathtub and a small swimming pool.

Entering the room, the lights were dim and ambiguous. Ah Hui stared at Lu Qingming with lust and evil eyes and approached step by step. While pushing Lu Qingming into the bathroom, he waved away several thugs who were waiting at the door.

Lu Qingming, who had broken free from his restraints, curled up in a corner, begging for mercy in a trembling voice: "Please, let me go, I'm just a part-time student..."

Ah Hui showed a ferocious smile on his face and reached out to touch his face.

Lu Qingming's eyes flashed with a barely perceptible fierceness, but it was instantly covered by fear. He sobbed and said, "I won't run away. Can you give me some water?"

Anyway, the person is going to be obtained, so Ah Hui doesn't mind following Lu Qingming's wishes. Although the fiery beauty is very attractive, the gentle and cooperative role is his favorite.

Ah Hui brought over a bottle of mineral water. Lu Qingming took the opportunity to observe the surrounding environment. After seeing the familiar glass shards, he breathed a sigh of excitement.

Ah Hui just thought that the boy was trembling with fear, as his favorite thing to do was to force girls of good character into prostitution.

When Ah Hui handed over the water, Lu Qingming pretended that his hands were shaking, and the water spilled all over the floor, with the cup rolling several times on the floor.

While he was bending over to wipe it, Lu Qingming suddenly jumped up and pulled out a sharp fruit knife from his trouser leg.

Stabbed towards Ah Hui's thigh.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

The movement in the room attracted the attention of the thugs. They realized something was wrong, but the door was locked, so they could only kick it frantically.

However, as expected of a hotel with full facilities, the quality of the door panels was very good, and for a while they could not do anything to the people inside.

Lu Qingming didn't care what was happening outside. In the past, he would have definitely taken Ah Hui's life first and then taken revenge on his body, like he did to victim No. 3.

But Lu Qingming became increasingly dissatisfied. He wanted this person to die in pain, just like how he woke up curled up every night a few months ago.

Lu Qingming was stabbed in the leg, but he did not hold back at all. He even turned around when he stabbed him. The severe pain instantly deprived him of the ability to move.

Ah Hui's body was covered in sweat. He stared with wide eyes at Lu Qingming who was approaching him with an expressionless face. The situation suddenly reversed.

“A loser like you beats... me every day?” Lu Qingming’s eyes were cold. He squatted down and grabbed the man’s hair.

"I, I...you, Lu Qingming?" The moment he recognized the person, the shock in his heart was greater than the pain in his leg.

Is this really the good student who rarely fights back when being beaten?

Lu Qingming ignored him, picked up the bloody blade, and slid it gently down along his brow. Feeling threatened, Ah Hui's pupils dilated and he quietly moved his arm behind him.

The boy muttered to himself, "It hurts so much, that feeling... First, a strong sense of dizziness came over me, and everything was blurry and shaking. My ears were buzzing..."

"Here." Lu Qingming pointed at the temple: "It hurts like being stabbed repeatedly by a sharp steel needle. Every beat is a piercing pain."

The blade returned and pressed against Ah Hui's forehead. He really felt that Lu Qingming would suddenly stab it in.

The next moment, Lu Qingming kicked the man's wrist, breaking Ah Hui's hand on the spot, and a black pistol was kicked far away.

Lu Qingming looked down at him and crushed his bloodstained hand with his foot: "You are doing well, much better than the guy named Wu, and you even have a pistol."

Ah Hui looked at him in disbelief: "Did you kill Brother Wu?!"

The young man breathed into his ear: "Not only that, the burial place you chose yourself is also very coincidental. I sent Wanquan away here, so you can be considered to have a companion..."

Wan Quan is the protagonist of the hotel murder case, the rich second-generation with a messy love history.

"Are you happy?" Lu Qingming's eyes were full of mechanical concentration, and he patted Ah Hui's cheek playfully.

Ah Hui was so frightened and terrified that he couldn't even speak complete words. He sobbed and yellow liquid oozed out of his lower body.

Seeing such a violent person, Lu Qingming felt extremely bored.

He walked over, picked up the gun, fumbled with it, and shot Ah Hui's other leg.

“Ah ...

The moment the bullet hit the thigh, an unbearable burning sensation quickly spread from the wound.

Ah Hui's face turned pale in an instant, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

My body instinctively wanted to bend and I tried to cover the wound with my hands, but even the slightest movement brought excruciating pain.

Blood gushed out from the wound like a fountain, quickly staining the surrounding clothes red.

Ah Hui's vision began to blur due to the pain. Looking at the hazy figure in front of him, a strong feeling of fear and despair surged in his heart.