I was still a little skeptical, so I asked Huang Xu to show me all the footage captured by the other cameras on the eighth floor, as well as the camera hidden on the rooftop at the same time. However, the answer was cruel. At 3:17 last night, the 'ghost' of the dead Wu Qian really did appear in the corridor on the eighth floor, and walked into the hotel owner's office at the edge of the corridor!
"This is definitely a ghost killing people! I told you before but you still didn't believe it! Huang Xu, let's go! If we don't leave now, we will all die! Now that the boss is dead, no one will pay us! What are we waiting for?"
Seeing the ironclad facts in the surveillance video, security guard Zhang Wei immediately went a little crazy, grabbing Huang Xu on the chair and trying to flee. Huang Xu was so scared that he couldn't speak for a while. He looked at us first, then sighed and said, "Alas, it seems that we have to go home empty-handed for the New Year again this year. Let's go and pack our things. After all, our lives are more important."
I watched the two men leave the monitoring room but I did not stop them. My mind was in a mess. The monitoring content on the computer screen in front of me had completely overturned all my previous inferences. Director Ouyang was about to come to seal off the scene, but I had no idea. I was so anxious that I didn't care about anything else.
Once Chief Ouyang takes over the case, he will definitely forge evidence to frame those foreign policemen according to his own ideas and make them take the scapegoat for the real murderer. Although those foreign policemen have nothing to do with me, I cannot just watch them being wrongly killed because of my incompetence.
Perhaps seeing how anxious I was, Zhang Qishan never bothered me and just sat quietly by the side. Pan An couldn't stand it any longer and said, "Ji Wen, don't worry. There will always be a way to solve the problem. If it doesn't work, let Director Ouyang investigate. We can investigate secretly like we did this time. We can definitely get to the bottom of the case before Director Ouyang succeeds. I believe in you!"
I just looked up and gave Pan An a thankful smile, then stood up and said, "I'm going to go out for some fresh air, don't follow me, leave me alone for a while."
After saying that, I walked out of the room alone, ready to make up my mind to go to the eighth floor to find out the truth and thoroughly understand the murderer's killing method. But when I walked to the elevator, I suddenly remembered that since I came to this hotel, I haven't carefully looked at other floors, so I bypassed the elevator and walked up the stairs, intending to check out the hotel floor by floor.
By the time I walked from the first floor to the eighth floor, although my legs were a little weak, I didn't find any useful clues. It seemed that the layouts of all the floors of the hotel were exactly the same. The feeling of seeing the same scene every time I went up a floor was like the legendary ghost wall.
After reaching the eighth floor again, I went back to my room first, walked to the edge of the window, and looked at the window carefully to see if my previous method of killing people by passing the corpse by a rope could really be realized. Unfortunately, no matter from which angle I thought about it, this method had huge loopholes. If the murderer really killed people in this way, he would have been caught long ago.
But if this is not the case, then how did the murderer accomplish such a perfect killing? Could it be that the murderer could fly? Or did the murderer really transport the murderer to the rooftop water tank through the faucet pipe
No matter from which angle I thought about it, I couldn't figure out how the murderer could have done everything we have seen today, and the more I thought about it, the more upset I felt. In the end, I walked out of my room and simply sat down on the floor of the corridor, staring at the corridors on both sides and the cameras hidden in the corridors. I completely immersed myself in what I had seen in the surveillance footage before, and felt the murderer's actions and motives with my whole body and mind.
But when I sat on the floor, I found that although the floor was covered with carpet, the carpet seemed not to have been cleaned for a long time. As soon as I sat down, a cloud of dust was raised, which choked me so much that I stood up hurriedly, patted my pants, and said to myself that I was unlucky.
"What are you doing sitting on the ground?"
I was patting my trousers hard when I suddenly heard a woman's voice behind me. The voice was a little hoarse, and I was so scared that I thought I saw a ghost. I immediately turned around and found that Lu Wen, who had a bad cold on the eighth floor, was standing behind me.
Seeing that the person who spoke was Lv Wen, I immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said, "When did you come here? You scared me. I was just thinking about something and was going to sit on the floor to rest. Who knew your carpet was so dirty? I just came up the stairs from the first floor, and the carpets on other floors were very clean. Why is the carpet on the eighth floor so dirty?"
Lv Wen seemed to have not recovered from her cold yet. She coughed and said, "I heard in the hospital that the boss had died, and it seemed that this place was going to be closed down, so I came here to see if I could get my salary and say goodbye to my friends here. I have been resting in my room, and I saw you when I came out just now. What are you afraid of in broad daylight?"
"Nothing, it's just that your silent walking is a bit scary. You haven't answered my question yet, why is the carpet on the eighth floor so dirty?"
Lu Wen sighed and said, "Since that foreigner died on the eighth floor, there were originally four of us sisters cleaning the eighth floor, but in the end, only Xiaoqian and I were left. The other two resigned, and Xiaoqian seemed to be in a bad mood since that day. I have to do the cleaning alone, but I have caught a bad cold these two days, so the eighth floor is so dirty."
When I heard this, I immediately asked, "But didn't you say before that Wu Qian was in a bad mood on the day she died?"
"On the day Xiaoqian passed away, her mood couldn't be described as bad, it was terrible, she didn't even talk to me, but she had always been in a bad mood before, but not as serious as the day she passed away. I don't know what happened to her. If I could have comforted her at that time, perhaps this wouldn't have happened."
As she spoke, Lu Wen's eyes became red again, but this was not my focus. I seemed to have guessed something, but it was all just speculation and had absolutely nothing to do with the murderer's method of killing this time.
Seeing that I hadn't said anything for a long time, Lu Wen sighed and said, "If you want to be busy, go ahead. I have to go to the hospital. There is my phone in my room. If you want to ask anything else, just call me directly."
After that, I said goodbye to Lv Wen, and she took the elevator to leave the eighth floor. After Lv Wen left, I looked at the corridor on the eighth floor again, and instantly felt that there seemed to be something wrong with this corridor, but I couldn't tell what was wrong. Where did that inexplicable sense of disobedience come from
"The four victims all died on the eighth floor. Why did the murderer choose to kill the residents on the eighth floor? Was it because of the murderer's modus operandi, or because these people had offended the murderer before? A foreigner, an ordinary citizen, a waiter, a boss, what is the connection between these people? Damn it, I clearly thought of why something was wrong on the eighth floor just now, but how could I have forgotten it again!"
I grabbed my hair and tried hard to recall the vague answer that had just appeared in my mind. Just as I was thinking hard, I suddenly found that Zhang Qishan had walked up the stairs at some point. It seemed that she should have come up from the first floor. After reaching the top of the building, her breathing became a little disordered.
Zhang Qishan had no intention of disturbing me. Instead, she smiled and kept taking pictures with her mobile phone. She looked like she was recording something.
I walked up to her curiously and asked, "Xiao Shan, what are you doing?"
Seeing that I took the initiative to speak, Zhang Qishan looked at me with a smile and said, "Record the video."
"Recording a video? Why do you have nothing to do? Are you planning to post it on your Moments?" Sometimes women's behaviors are always a little hard to understand, but I have to ask, which annoys me a little.
Zhang Qishan put down her phone, walked over to me and played what she had just recorded for me to watch. "Of course it's not for posting on WeChat Moments. If we get married and have children in the future, this will be very valuable information."
When I heard this, I was immediately shocked and asked, "You are pregnant? So soon?!"
Zhang Qishan spat softly and said, "Of course not. I mean, if we have a child, this is the video of me and the child's father staying in a hotel for the first time. Do you think this video is precious?"
I didn't expect that Zhang Qishan recorded the video for this reason. Although it sounds a bit nonsensical, I still felt warm in my heart. I reached out and hugged Zhang Qishan and said, "If this is the case, then there are too many things to record. Not only will it be for our future children to watch, but it will also be our precious memories in the future."
However, this warm feeling did not last long, as an electric current flashed through my mind, instantly making my whole body stiffen! I looked at the corridor on the eighth floor again, and finally remembered where the uncomfortable place in my heart was!
"What did you just say? I understand now. That's how it is! What a cunning murderer!"
Zhang Qishan looked at me in bewilderment and asked, "What's wrong? You were fine just now, why do you seem to be insane again? Do you already know who the murderer is?"
I didn't tell Zhang Qishan in detail. I silently connected my thoughts with these four cases in my heart. After confirming that the two were completely consistent, I smiled and said, "Yes, I already know who the murderer is. Now there is only one last step!"