Volume 1: First Arrival Chapter 038 Nap Preparation
Buzz, buzz, buzz—
The sound of vacuum cleaners was surging in the hotel corridor. The Plaza Hotel covers a large area. At this time, they were located in District D. Looking out the window, they could see the densely packed city skyline of New York. The roar and the hustle and bustle of traffic in their sight complemented each other.
"Amy, Amy!"
Alex shouted at the cleaner who was cleaning.
The cleaner in front of me should be from Latin America. He is short and stocky and a little bulky, but his upper body and head are well-proportioned and plump. His fist-sized cheeks have deep facial features and delicate features.
Amy noticed Alex's wave, stopped the vacuum cleaner and took off her headphones.
Alex quickly asked, "Is anyone going in or out of 411?"
"@￥#％$&..." Amy said a string of Martian words.
If Kirk heard correctly, it was in Spanish.
Although Kirk had never learned Spanish, the original owner's second foreign language was Spanish in high school. After leaving school for many years, it had already regressed due to lack of practice and was now at an elementary level.
Maybe, after completely integrating it into my memory, I can pick it up and try to study it.
"No".
Explained in basic Spanish, Amy's long string of words can be summarized into such a simple meaning.
Alex nodded and pointed to room 412, "Finish cleaning the room first and come back to the hallway later. We have something to do."
Amy gave Alex a sweet smile, then took out the master key, opened the door of room 412, and disappeared backwards.
Erics was like a general of a combat unit. He waved his hand, strode forward with his head held high, and walked with great vigor and spirit.
With a swish, the hem of the suit jacket flew up.
That posture made it look like he had been waiting for a long time to show off his skills.
A smile appeared in Kirk's eyes.
It seems that this security guard has a dream of becoming a policeman. Perhaps in his eyes, a policeman is like Sherlock Holmes or "Die Hard", majestic, punishing evil and promoting good, and respected by everyone.
Of course, it’s good to have dreams. Dreams can make ordinary life shine.
Knock knock.
Alex knocked on the door.
"Mr. Johnson, please open the door, hotel security."
——Silence, no response in the hotel room.
Kirk and Callum exchanged glances. The first eyewitness disappeared and they had no idea of the situation at the scene. If there was really a murder, whether the suspect was armed or what his danger level was, everything was unknown. This was definitely the worst case scenario.
At the first moment, Callum placed his right hand on the pistol at his waist and lifted his coat to reveal the silver Smith & Wesson 5906.
Kirk couldn't help but think of his past days, but now it was different -
As a private detective, the frequency of going to the first scene is greatly reduced. He does not need to face danger directly and has no interest in charging into battle. Therefore, he does not even carry a gun with him.
Somewhat surprisingly, Alex was also very professional. He leaned sideways and bent over, and then pulled out his pistol from under his armpit in quick and decisive movements.
Subconsciously, Kirk took a quick glance and saw that it was also a Smith & Wesson 5906, not a Taser.
Looking at Alex's professional attitude, Kirk seemed like an outsider who was watching the show, and the innocent people needed to retreat and dodge as soon as possible.
As if he noticed Kirk's gaze, Alex looked over, his expression a little stiff, and he smiled shyly, "I have a gun license."
Kirk raised his chin slightly to show his understanding.
Alex couldn't care less anymore, his adrenaline continued to surge, and his eyes moved back and forth between Kirk and Callum.
Then, Alex asked silently while gesturing and mouthing: So, how do we get in?
Alex's enthusiasm was obvious, and he couldn't wait to contribute without waiting for Kirk or Callum to speak.
So Alex took out his master key: I 'll open the door and you go in?
Kirk shook his head: “No, you open the door and Callum goes in.
Alex paused for a moment, then handed the master key to Kirk: You open the door and I'll go in?
Kirk shook his head again: I opened the door and Callum went in.
Alex's face was full of sadness. He originally wanted to nod in agreement, but he couldn't help it and said silently with his lips: Officer, you should believe in my ability, I can help. I have watched "Die Hard" thirty-two times, and I know how to deal with such moments.
Kirk: ??? What?
It’s such a long string of words that, to be honest, I can’t follow it and I can’t understand it.
Callum, who was watching the whole process, felt a little helpless. He gently patted Kirk and Alex on the shoulders, and silently spoke with gestures and mouth shapes:
Alex, stay where you are. On the count of three, I will rush out first and take charge of the right side, and then Kirk will go in and take charge of the left side. We will first confirm the situation at the scene, and when there are no problems, Alex will go in to assist us in the investigation. Alex, you need to stay where you are. This is police work.
result--
Alex: What?
Kirk: What?
The two of them looked at Callum who was making the "three" gesture over and over again, and then spinning his head around as if he was dizzy. The long string of words he spoke, conveyed only by lip movements and gestures, might not even be understood by the twins.
Callum was speechless.
Think about it.
Taking a deep breath, Callum shook his finger first, then put his hands together and placed them on the side of his face in a sleeping position, then made a pistol gesture, and finally pointed at Alex and then at the ground:
We were unsure of the victim's condition, or if the suspect was still inside and armed; so Alex couldn't go in, he needed to stay outside.
Kirk looked a little dizzy: "You're sleepy now, ready to take a nap? So we solve the case as soon as possible, and then find a place to take a lazy rest?"
Callum gave a thumbs up: Very high, correct understanding!
Then, Kirk took the master key from Alex, and Alex, who was ready to fight with his weapon in hand, looked dejected and frustrated.
Despite this, Alex still stayed for a moment reluctantly and made a small gesture of tapping Kirk's nose with his index finger.
Kirk: Is there something on my nose ?
Alex: ...No, no, no, it's just that I saw them do this in the movie "Goodfellas", and I thought you guys do it too.
Kirk: What do you mean?
Alex thought about it seriously, then spread out his hands as if it was a matter of course: I don’t know either.
Kirk: ...
Alex: ...
I am most afraid of the air suddenly becoming quiet.
Then, Alex didn't finish his words and turned around to make way.
Callum stepped forward to fill the gap and stood on the left and right of the door of the room with Kirk. The two exchanged glances and regained their composure.
call.
After taking a deep breath, Kirk held the master key and counted down with his fingers, "three, two, one", and then gently pressed it. With a "beep, beep" sound, Callum slammed forward against the door panel.
result--
Hit the wall.
There was a dull thud, and everyone around couldn't help but grimace.
Alex's face wrinkled up and he was about to explain that the hotel equipment was old and not so responsive, so he needed to wait for a while.
Then, the door of the room slowly opened by itself.
Eeyah…Eeyah…Yeah…
Callum no longer cared about the pain. He squatted down to keep his center of gravity stable and shouted, "NYPD!"
