Volume 1: First Arrival Chapter 050 Empty
"where?"
Paul entered the game room and looked around, but his focus was not on looking around, and he couldn't wait to ask.
Kirk lagged behind slightly.
Somewhat unexpectedly, the game hall was not lively; to be more precise, it was even a little quiet. Looking around in the huge game hall, there was actually no one.
Originally, Kirk thought that if the child was not in the hotel lobby, he should be in the game room, just like Xiao Dousou; but the actual situation was not the case.
There is something unusual everywhere.
Could it really be that the kids were playing a prank, so they have been hiding from the lobby manager and the police?
He walked quickly along the main avenue of the game hall, took a brief look, and then locked onto a game console with a black screen and not turned on.
“That one.”
In the game room, a quick glance can reveal three game consoles with black screens, which appear to be broken; but that console is the only one hidden in a blind spot, placed behind a load-bearing column. If you don't enter the game room, it's easy to overlook it, and it's obviously the best choice for hiding a body.
As Kirk approached quickly, Xiao Douya finally straightened his back and looked in the direction of his sight, "That's it!"
"But why is the shutter closed again?"
When Kirk heard Xiao Douya's confused voice, he had a bad feeling.
The next second, Paul, who was leading the way, finally arrived here. Without waiting for the police, he raised his hand and pulled down the baffle on the side of the game console.
"Paul! Fingerprints!" Callum couldn't help but frown. Although the crime scene had not been found yet, it was obviously not right to rush in like this -
If Paul is the murderer, then his action just now would render the fingerprint evidence on the baffle invalid.
Callum looked stern and glared at Paul fiercely.
However!
Unexpectedly, Paul became even angrier, "No, there's nothing here!"
"Damn it!"
"Jesus Christ!"
"I told you it was a prank. God, a prank! You were just a bunch of fools, playing with those kids."
The air was somewhat stagnant.
Only Paul's nagging complaints and complaints flowed in my ears——
Callum looked at Kirk with a confused and embarrassed look in his eyes. He could feel different emotions and thoughts pulling at him.
Pull open the cover of the game console, and there is indeed a space inside. You can see different wires entangled together, which is more than enough for an adult to hide.
The problem is that it's empty now, there's nothing in it.
Paul, is that correct…?
First it was Henry, and then it was Xiao Douya. Both children said they saw the accident, but in the end nothing happened to them. It was indeed very strange.
One possibility, as Paul thought, was that this was just a prank by the children, and perhaps there was an older child behind it who was instructing and planning it all.
There is another possibility, maybe something really happened, otherwise how could it be such a coincidence?
The question is, which one should they believe?
That's why Callum seemed to be struggling so much, with different thoughts tug-of-war in his mind.
Amid the chaos and noise, Xiao Douya also saw the empty scene behind the game console bezel and shouted in panic, "I just saw it, seriously."
"I saw it clearly. There was a dead body."
But Xiao Douya's voice was quickly drowned out by Paul, "I told you, officer, I told you a long time ago, we shouldn't waste time."
Xiao Douya put his cold little hands around Kirk's neck, looked into Kirk's eyes, and said anxiously, "Mr. Policeman, I really saw it."
A thin layer of cold sweat seeped out of the temperatureless little hand. Even without words, one could feel his panic. All kinds of emotions were intertwined. He didn't even realize that Kirk was not a policeman. He just grabbed a life-saving straw and started calling for help.
Kirk patted Xiao Douya's back gently to comfort him, and then he saw Henry's confused expression, full of question marks -
Henry didn't understand.
He didn't understand what was going on.
He clearly saw the accident, but the police confirmed that nothing happened; another child clearly saw the body, but there was nothing there.
It's like magic.
In Henry's world, his understanding is limited and he is unable to digest and accept it, so he can't help but start to doubt himself:
Was he really seeing things? Or was he just imagining things? Was he really wasting the police's time? He shouldn't have bothered the detective at all?
That kind of confusion, with a little sadness, the long eyelashes drooped down.
So, should things end here?
At least that's what Paul thought.
But Kirk is not—
detail.
The passing of wild geese leaves traces behind.
Even the tiniest and most trivial traces can prove that something happened; even for the most meticulous and cold-blooded killer, it takes time and energy to create a perfect scene.
But now, the whole incident is like a hurricane, roaring in, and there is simply not enough time, which also means that there must be clues left at the scene.
Kirk patted Little Bean Sprout's back to comfort him, put him on the ground, and then gave Henry a look, indicating that Henry should accompany Little Bean Sprout. Seeing Henry's eyes regain their luster, Kirk turned around, approached the game console, removed the baffle, and searched it carefully inside and out.
"Hey, hey! Mr. Private Investigator, you're wasting your time."
"No, there's nothing here!"
"Your persistence is wasting the time of the entire Plaza Hotel. Can you take this responsibility? Are you qualified to take it?"
It seemed that Paul had been suppressing his emotions for a long time, and he started to complain with saliva flying all over his mouth.
Kirk didn't respond, but Callum couldn't stand it anymore, "Paul, you should shut up."
"The police are doing their job. If you are not worried about a case happening in the hotel that will damage your reputation, I can leave now."
"You know, in the report, I will emphasize that you have been undermining public service. We tried to complete our work, but it was all ended early because of you. If a case really happened and the police did not investigate it in the first place, the fault is not with us."
"So, can you take on this responsibility? Are you qualified to take it on?"
Callum, who is righteous and unyielding, usually always looks smiling, but when he gets really angry, his aura suddenly becomes completely different.
Paul: …
He opened his mouth, trying to refute Callum, but all the words were stuck in his throat, and in the end, he couldn't even mumble out a single word -
I am most afraid of the air suddenly becoming quiet.
At this moment, Kirk's lazy voice sounded just right, "No, something is wrong."
The atmosphere was tense, but Kirk's tone and voice were nonchalant and out of place, easily provoking Paul's anger. Less than half a second after he calmed down, Paul erupted again, "Where! Tell me, what's wrong! There's no blood, it's so clean!"
" Yes, it's so clean." Kirk interrupted Paul, "It's really too clean. This is abnormal."
Paul's eyes widened, he couldn't believe his ears, he laughed in anger, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Kirk stood up again, the smile on his lips regained its familiar arc, and the confidence radiating from inside out easily controlled the situation.
"Paul, does your hotel also provide regular cleaning services inside the game machines?"
