"Yes."
Yang Ling became even more interested in the rumor of the ghost taking the life of the person in Room 1722 of the Phoenix Terrace Hotel. The cleaning lady on the 17th floor had mentioned it earlier, and even though Yang Ling had thought about it, he did not immediately link it to the murder case.
However, because the supervisor had deleted the surveillance video in a panic, Yang Ling was interested in the two murders that had happened in Room 1722 last year.
"I really haven't heard of this. Maybe Brother Liu and Director Zhou know something about it. After all, they have been in Bin Cheng for so long. If there really is, then the staff at Fengtai Hotel should know something about it.”
Yang Ling nodded his head. He actually had the intention of asking the receptionist about this, but he did not want to ask in front of the supervisor.
"However, these ghosts are all nonsense. What era is it now? Do you still believe in these ghosts?”
Yang Ling shook his head, then walked straight to the resting area not far away. It had to be said that a five-star hotel was indeed different. The resting area was designed in a very human-like manner. Once Yang Ling sat down, a staff member immediately brought him tea.
"By the way, what do you want to eat for lunch? I'll go buy it for you…"
Zhao Xiaoying said.
Yang Ling shook his head.
"I don't have the appetite for now. Go and call the receptionist over and see if she knows about the ghost of 1722.”
Zhao Xiaoying nodded.
Yang Ling took a sip of his tea. There were many members of the criminal police team in the resting area who were still doing a lot of investigations, especially the three guests who lived on the 17th floor.
"Officer, is there anything else you need from me?”
The receptionist asked Yang Ling the moment she sat down opposite him. She seemed a little reserved, and she looked at Yang Ling with embarrassment in her eyes. Zhao Xiaoying immediately sat down beside Yang Ling and said,""Actually, it's nothing serious. I just heard a rumor about your hotel being haunted. Have you heard of it?”
Yang Ling did not speak. He kept looking at the receptionist sitting in front of him. Almost as soon as Zhao Xiaoying finished speaking, the receptionist's body trembled slightly. She frowned and said,
"Are you talking about the ghost in room 1722?”
The receptionist lowered her voice and asked.
Zhao Xiaoying nodded.
At the same time, her interest was also aroused. After all, humans were curious animals, especially women.
"This…I'm not too sure, but I only heard about it when they were chatting, but I don't know if it's true or not.”
"Just say that someone died in Room 1722 before. It was a woman. I heard that she was killed by someone, but for some reason, she didn't get justice.”
"Uh…right, we're not too sure about this because the company doesn't allow people to talk about it. You can look for Auntie Zhang. She's been on the 17th floor for two years.”
"Oh right, I remember something.”
"What is it?"
Zhao Xiaoying asked immediately.
"Actually, when you asked me just now, I kept thinking about this room 1722. Now that you reminded me, I remember that the accommodation arrangement of Fengtai Hotel is also strange. The supervisor specially told us not to arrange for guests on the 17th floor unless we really couldn't accommodate them. Last night, it was because all the other floors were booked that I arranged for those three guests to be on the 17th floor.”
"Why don't we usually arrange for the 17th floor?”
The receptionist shook her head and continued,"I don't know about that, but Chen Fu, who was killed, seems to have always liked room 1722. I arranged it two or three times when I was on duty. Because Chen Fu is an old customer here, he seems to be staying in room 1722 almost every time he comes.”
Zhao Xiaoying's face darkened when she heard this.
When Yang Ling heard the words of the receptionist, he couldn't help but want to find the cleaning lady on the 17th floor, Auntie Zhang, to understand the situation.
"By the way, has anyone checked Chen Fu's hotel records before?”
After Yang Ling asked this question, he saw the receptionist's shoulders tremble slightly. The receptionist hesitated for a moment before quickly shaking her head.
"Are you sure?"
" You know," Yang Ling said with a smile," You should know that lying in front of the police will bring you trouble."
As she spoke, she glanced at Zhao Xiaoying. Zhao Xiaoying immediately reached out and took off the handcuffs on her waist and threw them on the table.
"Ah…"
With a clang.
The front desk girl's expression changed drastically, and then she said with a shaky laugh,"Previously, a woman who claimed to be Chen Fu's wife came to investigate. At that time, she even gave me 10,000 yuan to keep quiet and told me not to tell anyone.”
"I…I…"
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