Volume 1: First Arrival Chapter 039 Spotless
Quiet. Empty. Peaceful .
Completely different from the expected scene, there was no one in 411, no corpses, no chaos, no signs of fighting, nothing.
To be more precise, spotless.
Although the room still bears traces of the guests' lives, other than that, the entire room is very clean and tidy, perfectly meeting all the requirements for a hotel. Even the corners of the quilt and the position of the curtains are impeccable. We have to praise the hotel's cleaning service.
The point is, this doesn't look like a crime scene at all, there isn't a single clue.
Callum: ???
Such a scene was completely unexpected and caught Callum and the others completely off guard. They could not help but freeze at the quiet and peaceful scene before them.
Despite this, Kirk and Callum remained cautious and confirmed all the spaces. They did not dare to be careless and checked the entire room inside and out, including the Roman bathtub that was as huge as a swimming pool. In the end, they were able to confirm that there was nothing suspicious.
Normal, normal, totally normal.
Things are proving the hotel lobby manager's point step by step.
"Oh no!"
Alex, the last one to enter the room, could hardly hide his disappointment and regret. He wailed in frustration and looked around the room in a daze.
Subconsciously, Alex wanted to deny reality.
It can be seen that he was very confident and certain that a crime had occurred in the hotel. He believed that this was the moment for him to show his talents and shine. He prepared again and again, waited and waited again, and finally this day came ; but the result was -
That's it?
All in vain?
Callum felt a little sorry, "Maybe we found the wrong room?"
Alex shook his head. "That kid is very sure. Area D, fourth floor, first room on the right, 411. That's it."
Taking a deep breath, Alex still held on to a glimmer of hope and looked around, "Did you find anything?"
Wait, where's Kirk?
Kirk is strolling around. To be more precise, he is investigating and exploring——
detail.
In fact, hotel rooms lack the atmosphere of life. After all, it is just a place to stay for a short stay; but everyone has their own habits and preferences, and even in a hotel, they often look for a familiar feeling.
For example, the bathroom, the wardrobe, and the bedside table.
This limited information, on the contrary, reflects a person's life habits and patterns, especially the important ones, in a more concise and concise manner.
However, the more he observed, the more Kirk believed that there was no case here.
No breath, no blood, no traces... everything is normal.
It took less than twenty-five minutes from the time the case was reported to now; the hotel was immediately sealed off with no one entering or leaving, and the same was done for 411.
Perhaps the best explanation is that everything was calm and nothing happened.
After a round of inspection, Kirk returned to the hall.
Callum heard the voice, raised his head and gave him a questioning look.
Kirk shrugged.
Callum also shook his head, and then looked at Alex, "Tell me about the kid who called the police. How did he describe the incident to you?"
Kirk's gaze also followed over there -
Alex's anger was really abnormal.
Is it possible that all of this was directed and acted by Alex himself, just to fulfill his dream of becoming a policeman?
After all, they didn't see the child who reported the crime, nor did they see the crime scene. After a fierce operation, there was only a lot of air.
Alex was confused, disappointed, annoyed, and depressed. All these emotions were intertwined together and it was hard to describe how mixed they were.
"He said he was playing in Central Park, then he opened his coin-operated telescope and, like Kevin in 'Home Alone,' looked back at the hotel."
"That's when he saw someone stabbing a woman in front of a window in a room on the far right of the fourth floor. The woman pulled down the curtains in desperation."
"So, he called the police and notified the hotel security immediately."
Just a few words, not much information.
Kirk interrupted directly, "Alex, where is the kid?"
"What I mean is that the only eyewitness disappeared. No one saw the child, including your lobby manager."
Although Kirk did not say it explicitly, another guess emerged in his mind -
Of course, Kirk received a call and there was indeed such a child; but the problem was that he had not seen the child so far and could not confirm the details with the child. Was there a possibility that the child was also deceived? All of this was directed and acted by Alex, who was eager to play the police game.
After saying this, Kirk carefully observed Alex's expression.
I thought Alex would panic, make excuses, and protest, but he didn't. Instead, he followed Kirk's thoughts and went in another direction.
"You mean, the kid ran away?"
"He reported a false case, played a prank, and then disappeared?"
Sincere, straightforward, and without disguise.
Under the sudden barrage of hasty questions, Alex's reaction was exactly like that of a person fascinated by police movies. Unless he was a cold-blooded serial killer or an Oscar-level actor, Kirk's previous thoughts should be overturned, and the case in front of him had nothing to do with Alex.
Callum glanced at Kirk. He could hear Kirk's subtext, but he didn't say much. He just continued with what Kirk said.
"Alex, we've seen countless crime scenes, but this one obviously has nothing to do with a crime scene."
The subtext is that, even though Alex doesn't want to admit it, the lobby manager may be right and this is a prank.
Alex wanted to struggle again, "Really?"
That disappointed expression, almost like crying.
Kirk walked towards the hotel window. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, he could see Central Park outside. The location on the fourth floor allowed him to embrace the golden sunlight without reservation, making people want to open their arms and wander in the warm air.
But obviously, Kirk's purpose was not this -
He was examining the curtains.
Objects that are exposed to sunlight for a long time will often begin to fade, including wood, stones, and cloth.
After being exposed to wind and sun, the color and texture will be slightly different, and curtains are no exception.
Alex just mentioned a detail. The child who reported the case said that the victim pulled down the curtains, although no traces were found at the scene to prove this. But the curtains didn't look like there was anything wrong with them. Are there some clues hidden here?
For example, color.
"Alex..." Callum spoke again. He wanted to tell Alex that they should face the reality. This was not a crime scene at all.
But before he could start talking, he was interrupted.
Yay, crunch.
The sound of the door opening and the door panel turning was so harsh and creepy that it gave me goosebumps.
The three people in the room turned their heads at the same time, and then they could see a middle-aged man with rosy cheeks, dressed in casual vacation clothes, standing at the door with a door card in his hand, stunned.
He looked at the room, then at the house number on the door, then at the door card in his hand, and finally at the three figures in front of him, and a swear word popped out.
"What the hell is going on?"
Alex took a step forward and spoke first, "Mr. Johnson, I'm Alex Gulbas, hotel security, this is Officer Westwood, and this is Mr. Hull. Someone just reported an accident here, and I'm assisting them in their investigation."
It seems that this is Corbin-Johnson, the suspect?
