The three people walked into the private room, but Chen Qing's expression in the room did not change. He was still coughing melon seeds and looking at the window quietly.
He looked at the four people in the room, and when he was about to say something, violent crying came from outside the room.
"Save people! Save people quickly!"
The sound was so loud that it almost penetrated the soundproofing cotton in the private room, but it was only a trace of noise that penetrated.
More shouts, the hysterical whine passed through the crack of the door that the three men had not closed, and clearly entered Chen Qing's ears.
"She's dead! She's dead! Get her out quickly!"
Those cries seemed familiar. He recalled carefully that they seemed to belong to the female greeters at the front desk.
He stood up, threw the jade pendant into Kalans' hands, and said to the two of them in a calm voice: "The jade pendant is just a jade pendant. There is no problem."
He walked out alone, but the three ruffians at the door wanted to stop him.
As soon as they raised their hands, Karans behind Chen Qing had already walked to Mr. Su's side, looking quite serious.
"You've crossed a line."
He smiled coquettishly and pointed to the people at the door: "The problem is... I really didn't find them."
Before Mr. Su finished speaking, he took corresponding actions. He stood up and walked to Chen Qing's side, pressing the little gangster's hand down: "Sir... please."
He said softly, and Chen Qing walked into the corridor at this moment, followed by Mr. Su with a serious look on his face.
The three ruffians behind him lowered their voices and said "cut", wandered to the dining table, and waited quietly.
Kalans followed Chen Qing and Mr. Su along the hustle and bustle to where the people gathered in the corridor.
The group of people formed a dense circle. Someone on the outside was vomiting in a low voice, and the sound of a shutter could be heard from the people on the inside.
Chen Qing looked at the dense crowd and looked back at Mr. Su.
"Can I trouble you to open a way?"
"Of course, of course." He nodded, cleared his throat and shouted to the crowd: "Get out of the way! Don't you have to go to class today?!"
Mr. Su hadn't finished speaking yet, but the crowd seemed to have received enough signals. They stepped aside half a position. Most of the lower-level people in the restaurant hid far away and poked their heads around the corner of the corridor. look.
A few middle-level staff in the restaurant were still there. They looked at Mr. Su with sad faces and did not dare to speak.
"What happened?" Mr. Su asked someone randomly.
"Someone... someone died..."
"Who? Who died, the guest? Or the employee?"
"staff……"
"Employees..." He was silent for a while.
"Is it a regular employee, a senior executive, or a temporary worker?"
"Mr. Temporary."
He frowned: "Does she still have unpaid wages?"
"There are still more than three hundred yuan."
"What about after deducting today's salary?"
"No more sir."
He nodded: "That's it."
Those words echoed in Chen Qing's ears. He looked at the blood splattered in the elevator and looked a little sad.
He couldn't tell where this emotion came from. He always felt strange and felt that someone was missing around him.
He stepped forward, blood already stained on the edges of his shoes.
"Sir, you can't go any further."
In front of him, an employee persuaded Chen Qing.
They had seen many humans who were curious about scarlet things, and they thought that the people in front of them were the same.
Chen Qing smiled and shook his head, falling behind them: "What happened?"
They turned back and their eyes stayed on the elevator.
"Someone died."
"Who died?"
"She's just an insignificant person. She's far inferior to you. Don't get your eyes dirty."
"So dead?"
"I heard there was an accident, who cares." He smiled and pushed Chen Qing to stand back a little.
"Did you call the police?"
"Report it, someone will come in about half an hour." He shook his head and added: "It was just an accident."
They laughed and walked over the blood. The bright red river of blood washed away the dirt on their feet. The black, gray, and invisible dirt remained here at this moment.
Mr. Su walked up and patted Chen Qing on the shoulder: "You can go back."
"go back?"
"Go back to the private room and they will take care of it."
Chen Qing glanced behind him. Yes, someone was already cleaning the blood on the ground.
"Did you move to the scene before the police arrived?"
"It was just an accident. A pure accident, and accidents happen all the time in this world."
Mr. Su walked up to Chen Qing, held his arm with one hand, leaned his body sideways, and used all his strength to move Chen Qing.
Chen Qing, who could sense all this, turned around. The smile on his face died of laughter, replaced by an indifferent look.
He looked at Mr. Su and felt a little annoyed: "Do you think the look I gave you is too good?"
He looked at the middle-aged man in front of him. At this moment, Chen Qing's boyishness all faded away, and instead a cold, unique temperament belonging to an investigator was born in him.
He stared at the person in front of him, and his voice was a little lower: "Or you think I'm too talkative."
Mr. Su's face was stern, and his strength instantly dropped. Beside him, the hotel executives were one step ahead of him. They picked up brooms and rags with the intention of attacking. .
But they were waving blood-stained utensils, but no one turned their attention to the victim.
Chen Qing glanced at Mr. Su indifferently, and after making sure that he no longer had any objections, he stepped forward on the pool of blood.
At the elevator door, the blood that was pouring out crazily was still warm.
But he didn't think people could be saved.
He looked at the other half's body left in the elevator and sighed slightly.
"who is she?"
"She is not important..."
That was the sales manager's voice.
"who is she."
Chen Qing asked for the second time.
"It's the receptionist in our hotel! But her... her death is her own problem!"
That was the voice of the head of the logistics department.
"Doesn't anyone know her identity?"
He frowned and picked up the blood-stained cell phone from the ground.
The phone was quite old, so it had been on the ground for so long, but no one wanted to steal it.
Also, do these people really care about a dirty mobile phone that is not worth hundreds of dollars?
He stepped forward and was about to fumble for the information items on the body when a voice came from behind.
"Lin Ningjing, her name is Lin Ningjing, she is the hotel etiquette who just came here last month."
The voice was a little timid, but he mustered up the courage to let a bit of sinisterness seep into his voice.
Chen Qing turned his head and saw the person who spoke. He had also seen that when he was on the first floor, the person closest to him was her, but she was no longer there after she was squeezed away by another person.
He was silent and then heard the woman speak again: "She... is the person who just showed you the way."
His outstretched hand was frozen for a while. He listened to the words behind him, but just nodded indifferently.
He looked at the elevator, and after making sure the emergency stop was on, jumped into the elevator.
He rummaged around in his pocket and found a few notes in the left pocket.
"Mom! This is our gift to you!"
He was flipping through the notes, and his eyes accidentally fell on the mobile phone.
He pressed it lightly, and a few words were written clearly on the back of the screen.
"To my dear mother."
The closing date is this year.
He looked at the phone in his hand and turned it on.
"The kids spent a whole year's allowance, maybe I should take them to an amusement park at the end of the month."
On the screen of the mobile phone, the note said something like this.
He scrolled down and saw yesterday's revenue.
“On the 23rd, cucumbers cost 3 yuan, lean meat 5 yuan, and a balance of 3 yuan.
I have to work harder today... They are right, I still have to support these three children. "
"Work hard, come on! Take good care of these three children!"
He looked at the contents of the memo and suddenly asked behind him with some curiosity: "Why didn't you pick up the phone just now? This can at least be returned to her family."
The supervisors looked at each other and seemed a little surprised: "Most receptionists have two mobile phones, one for use and one for viewing.
This is for people like you, sir. Only when you have compassion will they be able to open their legs more easily. "
After hearing this, Chen Qing lowered his head and smiled.
"This is definitely not the second mobile phone..."
He was silent, but the logo on his phone caught his attention.
A text message disappeared.
Yes, it must be described as disappearing.
It is still in the background interface, but when you switch away, the content in the interface disappears.
Chen Qing switched programs, and finally, at a certain moment, he saw the photo in the text message.
That was a person, that was a person full of terror and blood, that was four people, four dead people.
There was no complete part of their bodies, but Chen Qing could still easily identify where it was when looking at the background.
"Control room...who took the photo?"
The angle is almost like squatting on top of the surveillance equipment. This weird perspective will probably not appear in the hands of the police.
That could only be Zi Si's fault.
He remained silent and asked Mr. Su: "Where is her head?"
He pointed to the scene: "It's everywhere."
Chen Qing raised her head and looked into the gap between the elevators. Yes, her eyes were still staring at her.
Her eyes are small enough to fit in the gap between the elevators.
Her eyes were bright enough, even nearly an hour after her death, they were still visibly bright.
He raised his head and avoided looking at Lin Ningjing: "Mr. Su, I suggest you chat with me next.
If you still want to save your life and leave some family property behind.
I sincerely suggest you to have a chat with me. "
