When Yang Ling walked into the hall, there were police officers from the Criminal Police Unit questioning the three people living on the 17th floor, two men and one woman.
There were also some related questions from the staff.
But Yang Ling did not see the cleaning lady on the 17th floor who had told him that Room 1722 was haunted.
"Yang Ling, I've already asked them to check it a few times, but there were no results. The earliest time these records were deleted was in December last year, and the latest was around seven in the morning.”
"Seven in the morning?"
Yang Ling looked at the operation records of the employee's backstage login on the front desk computer.
"We didn't delete it. Our front desk is only responsible for entering it. We don't even have the right to modify it, let alone delete it. Only the manager has the right to delete it.”
"Manager?"
Yang Ling couldn't help but think of what the cleaning lady on the 17th floor had said about the manager giving him hush money and telling him to keep the death of 1722 a secret. If that was true, then there was something very wrong with this manager.
If this manager was the one who deleted the records of the hotel room, then this manager would be very suspicious.
"Yes, only the manager and above have the authority to modify and delete all the video materials and room records of the hotel. We're just employees, so we don't have the authority at all.”
As he spoke, the young receptionist in work clothes could not help but feel a lingering fear. It was obvious that they would have to resign from this place after this incident. After all, such an incident had a psychological trauma for each of them.
Yang Ling nodded and asked,"Where's your manager?"”
"I've already called him. The manager usually comes very late. He only arrives at the hotel around ten o'clock. Now... Hmm, he should be here soon.”
As she spoke, the receptionist looked at the Kawaii watch on her hand and said.
"Take us to your supervisor's office!”
"Alright!"
The receptionist did not hesitate to lead the way to the supervisor's office.
Zhao Xiaoying whispered into Yang Ling's ear,""Because Fengtai Hotel is state-owned, it doesn't pay much attention to performance. Moreover, the people working here have some power at the supervisor level. It can be said that the supervisor of Fengtai Hotel is equivalent to the person in charge of all the affairs of Fengtai Hotel. Usually, the real higher-ups won't ask about these things. After all, Fengtai Hotel is just a hotel property under the management of a state-owned enterprise.”
Yang Ling nodded.
Actually, Yang Ling was aware of this relationship, which was why the manager he was going to meet later was the main person in charge of the Phoenix Terrace Hotel.
"Our supervisor usually arrives at the hotel after 10 o'clock, but as soon as this happened, we notified him immediately. He asked us to deal with it first and he will rush over as soon as possible. It's almost 10 o'clock now, and he's almost there. I don't have the key to the supervisor's office…so…"
The receptionist explained seriously as she walked towards the supervisor's office.
After all, such a big murder had happened, and the person who died was a rich and powerful second-generation heir. This matter could not be equated to an ordinary case, so they knew that they had to actively cooperate with the police.
Yang Ling nodded, but at that moment, a loud bang came from the office opposite him.
It was obvious that there was someone in this office…
Yang Ling immediately glanced at Zhao Xiaoying. At this moment, Zhao Xiaoying took out the gun at her waist without any hesitation. She took a step forward and kicked the office door in front of her.
Bang!
The simple wooden door of the office was kicked open by Zhao Xiaoying. Yang Ling was the first to rush in when Zhao Xiaoying kicked the door open.
As soon as she rushed in, she was surprised to see a middle-aged man who was constantly deleting surveillance videos in front of the computer.
"Don't move…"
"If you move again, I'll shoot!"
Zhao Xiaoying appeared in front of the middle-aged man in a flash. The gun in her hand was already pointed at the middle-aged man's head. It was as if she would really shoot if he moved again.
"No, I won't move…I won't move…"
The middle-aged man trembled and did not dare to move. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
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