At the end of room 404, there is a wall right next to it.
This is really a secluded room, almost the quietest corner in the whole hotel. I don't know if Wei Chunlai did this intentionally or not. In short, most people will not come to this door.
The floor of the corridor is covered with a patterned carpet. At first glance, it looks quite neat. At least there are no mineral water bottles or fruit peels and confetti randomly discarded on the ground.
At this time, it was already close to ten o'clock in the evening, and groans had begun to come from various rooms. People who had worked hard for a day were here to release their stress.
Some of them have known each other for many years and just come here occasionally for a taste of excitement, some meet by chance and their passion is instantly ignited, and some are all old businesses...
In short, regardless of whether they know each other or not, at this moment, they have only one purpose in mind, to release themselves to each other for the joy of this night.
Just enjoy the present moment, and as for the next day, let’s wait until you wake up.
It's all a matter of your own free will. Whether it's good or bad is your choice. There's no right or wrong. Even if there is wishful thinking, the other party is forced to accept it...
Well, Yuan Chen doesn't have time to take care of this situation now, and he can't do it. Interrupting other people's interests in the middle of the night will always make people unhappy, so it's better not to go into this muddy water.
Under the guidance of the front desk lady, the two came to the door of Room 404.
There was a "beep" sound, and as the door card was swiped, the door opened.
"After Mr. Wei checked out yesterday, a guest had already stayed in this room, and the cleaning staff had cleaned it twice, so maybe there wouldn't be any clues left."
"I know, thank you, go ahead and do your business. It will be bad if a guest comes in and can't see you."
"Okay, okay, if you two need anything, you can contact me at any time. I'm downstairs, just call the phone in the room. I will fully cooperate with you."
After she finished speaking, she turned around and ran away as fast as she could.
That's right, he was escaping. At that speed, even if there was a big wolf dog chasing him, it would probably be no more than that.
When I opened the door, I saw the layout of the room.
The door is covered with carpet. To the right of the door is a bathroom. The area is not large, about four or five square meters, but the facilities are quite complete. There are sinks and toilets. Yuan Chen has seen many
Compared to small hotels that still use squat toilets, the layout of the restrooms at Yilu Youmeng is quite impressive.
In the middle of the room, there is a standard-sized single bed with neatly folded quilts and shiny white sheets. There are teacups on the bedside tables on both sides.
The window is facing the door. Although it is not big, it is enough. There is also a layer of iron railings on the outside, probably to prevent some daring or hot-headed residents from jumping from here.
The death of the person is secondary, but I'm afraid no one will dare to live in this room in the future.
The TV also uses LCD, the size is not small, and the visual experience should not be too bad.
Perhaps it was because it had just been cleaned during the day. As soon as you entered the door, you could still smell a faint fragrance, although it was just the residual smell of disinfectant.
It seems that this "Yilu Youmeng" doesn't look very good from the outside, but the interior decoration is quite decent. It seems that a lot of effort has been put into it.
At least, it doesn't have such a strong sense of cheapness.
Li Ting didn't seem to be very interested in the interior decoration. She yawned. It was really hard for her to work hard at work so late.
In particular, I have to endure the temptation of "the bed is right next to me, and I can't sleep even if I want to". All of this is thanks to Yuan Chen.
She actually didn't quite understand the meaning of coming here.
"Yuan Chen, are you sure you can find any clues here?"
Yuan Chen actually understood in his heart that what the front desk lady said was not unreasonable.
Since Wei Chunlai left, someone has lived here. Even if it is a suspected site, it is already a second-hand product. The traces of the original owner's life must have been greatly damaged, not to mention that it has been cleaned twice.
Yeah, that's really an excellent way to "destroy the corpse and eliminate the traces".
"Try to look for it. No matter how hard you work, you will gain something."
He couldn't think of any better words, so he could only respond with such chicken soup for the soul. He didn't know whether it was to comfort Li Ting or to comfort himself.
If he were Wei Chunlai, a person surrounded by fear and with deep pain buried in his heart, what would he do when he was alone in such an environment?
If he really wanted to commit suicide and die quietly alone, then this was the perfect place. Why did he have to run home?
Is he really very moral and doesn't want the hotel's reputation to suffer from him?
Obviously not.
So why?
If he really had the idea of committing suicide, judging from his subsequent behavior, he should have thought about it carefully. Then he should have thought about something a long time ago, or in other words, made arrangements.
Will there be a suicide note?
Just because there was no suicide note found in his home, it does not mean that it must not have existed. After all, before his death, this room was the place where he spent the longest time.
Yuan Chen shook his head. Not only Li Ting, he also felt a strong sense of sleepiness.
I remembered that Qin Mengke and I were busy working at Wei Chunlai's house at midnight last night. All in all, he hadn't slept for nearly 40 hours.
Staying up late is really overwhelming!
He walked to the sink, turned on the faucet, and let the cold water flow over his face. The cool feeling made him wake up suddenly.
He looked at the items on the table and discovered that the toothbrush in the cup was inserted backwards, with the bristles facing in and the end exposed.
"Who is this so disgusting and has no quality?"
As a patient with severe obsessive-compulsive disorder, he would naturally not be able to see such an unorganized arrangement.
Picking up the toothbrush, I wanted to rearrange it.
Suddenly, a strong sense of numbness spread throughout his body. Yuan Chen felt his body go limp and his whole body collapsed.
The last thing he saw was a pair of hands.
Those slender hands tied a knot with a rope on the hanging chandelier.