"About 200 to 300cc." Xixi thought for a moment and replied, "Every time I donate blood, it is 400cc. The blood that flowed out of the wrapping paper just now should be less than the amount of blood I donate each time."
Ruan Qi's expression suddenly changed.
The limit of blood donation regulations in hospitals is 400cc. Drawing blood exceeding 400cc will cause harm to the human body. Although the blood in this bouquet of roses does not reach 400, it is close to this value.
Whose body was this blood drawn from?
How is this person doing now?
Did he/she donate this blood voluntarily, or was he/she forced?
In addition to the above questions, there is another very important and critical question - why did the person who sent this bouquet of roses know that she was staying in this hotel?
Shen Wenqian had just booked the hotel a few days ago. Apart from the people in their team, only Xi Jiu, who came with her, knew about it.
And it is impossible for these people to disclose her check-in information to the outside world.
How did the person who sent the flowers learn about this hotel?
Ruan Qi thought for a long time, and her face became more and more solemn.
A big hand suddenly fell gently on the top of her head.
"Baby, don't think about it." Xi Jiu's deep voice sounded above her head, "Leave this matter to me, and the baby can work without any worries."
Ruan Qi subconsciously grabbed the corner of his clothes, "Jiujiu, that amount of blood..."
"I know." Xi Jiu understood what she meant. "The amount of blood in the bouquet is not small. I will tell the police about this matter later. If this matter really involves human life, Xi will cooperate with the police."
To solve the case, the Eagle Department will also help."
With the presence of the Xi family and the Ying family, even if the police in country M are unable to do anything, they can still find clues.
Ruan Qi's worries dissipated a lot. She asked Mo Lan to buy some gifts for the frightened front desk employees, and then she returned to the room accompanied by Xi Jiu.
……
That night, Xi Xi and Shen Wenqian returned from the police station after a long journey.
Ruan Qi, who was having dinner, immediately put down his chopsticks and stood up: "How was the investigation? Did you find the person who sent the flowers?"
"I found him. He's an unemployed vagrant." Xixi replied as he took off his coat, "The man said that someone gave him a lot of money and asked him to deliver a bouquet of flowers to the front desk of this hotel."
Xi Jiu: "Who gave him the money?"
"The police are still investigating. The homeless man didn't see the man's appearance clearly. He only knew he was a man with a hoarse voice, a thin build and black hair."
"Your voice is particularly hoarse?" Ruan Qi couldn't help but frown.
She had always suspected that the person who sent the roses and the person who gave the artificial severed finger were both Jiang Chunian. Jiang Chunian was indeed thin and had black hair, but his voice was not particularly hoarse.
Could it be that she guessed wrong?
Ruan Qi looked at Xi Jiu doubtfully. Xi Jiu patted the back of her hand and continued to ask Xi Xi: "Does that person have other characteristics?"
"Other characteristics... Oh, by the way," Xixi suddenly remembered, "The homeless man said that he wore a pair of particularly thick gloves and a scarf!"
Luo City in December is not as cold as the Imperial Capital. Although the temperature difference between morning and evening is relatively large, wearing a thin coat and sweater is enough to keep out the cold. There is no need to wear scarves and thick gloves. Normal people also
If you can’t wear it, you will feel hot.
But the man who asked the homeless man to deliver flowers was wearing a pair of particularly thick gloves and a scarf.
This is indeed very strange.
"The man gave the money and roses to the homeless man and then left. The police are currently investigating the surveillance near the homeless man's home. If there is any news, they will notify us as soon as possible."