Wu Ma, who was standing by the stage waiting, was shocked and quickly stepped forward to help Su Qiao down to the backstage.
Everyone stared at the body in shock, and no one dared to move for a moment.
"Who is this person? Why is he jumping off a building here?"
"Where did this person fall from? It was a terrible fall."
"It's like this, he should be dead, right?"
Some people looked up.
But I have no idea which floor this person fell from.
The third floor is in the form of a box. There is a separate loft-style balcony near the dance floor, so that people in the box can move their chairs to the balcony loft to watch the performance if they want.
The hotel is located above the fourth floor, and each floor has a circular corridor.
For a moment, I really didn't know which level this person came from.
However, since this incident happened in Xianle Mansion, it is Xianle Mansion's business.
Someone brave enough stepped forward, pushed the girl’s hair back from the ground, revealing her face.
Sister Jin stepped forward to take a look, and suddenly covered her mouth and screamed: "Ah, this little girl usually does handicrafts for our club. Her family forced her to marry someone and be a mistress. She couldn't get over it and jumped."
"Really? Why can't you get over it? If you can't get over it, you shouldn't come to our place and jump off the building. Isn't this infuriating?"
As she spoke, she apologized to everyone helplessly: "I'm sorry, everyone. I can't continue tonight. Let's all go. I will make it up to you tomorrow night."
How can we play now that people have died
Although everyone felt a little unhappy, they all left feeling bored.
Before everyone had gone far, she shouted loudly to the servants.
"Ah Zhong, go and call the police station over. We should handle this matter impartially, give an explanation to the family, and clear our name."
After everyone had left, she covered her nose with a handkerchief and took a few steps back with some disgust.
"Quick, come on, two people, help her calm down. This poor little girl, her family is really hard-hearted."
The dancers looked at each other, then wisely left.
They knew that this matter was not simple, but no one dared to ask about it. Of course, it was just a girl who died, and it had nothing to do with them. No one would get into trouble with an insignificant person.
At this time, Su Qiao was still in the dressing room removing her makeup and changing her clothes, and 444 was scanning the entire club.
This club has a lobby and shop on the first floor, a dance hall on the second floor, private rooms and loft on the third floor, and a hotel on the fourth to ninth floors.
The little girl should be only fourteen or fifteen years old. She must have jumped from a window on the fourth floor, as there were some bloodstains on a railing on the fourth floor.
Although she was wearing clothes, it was obvious that they were put on in a hurry. In addition, there were many bruises on her body and blood on her thighs. It was obvious that she had been raped before.
"Let's see who lives on the fourth floor now." Su Qiao had already realized that this matter was not simple, but he did not expect it to be like this.
There are a total of twenty suites. Although they have all been rented out, many people only rent them for long periods of time and only use them occasionally. Now only seven are occupied, six of which have women in them, leaving only the innermost suite.
Now there was only one person inside, and he was only wearing a bathrobe, the bed was messy, and he was standing at the window.
Su Qiao knew that it must be this person.
“Who is it? What’s your identity?”
444 transmitted the images in the room to Su Qiao's mind.