Volume 1: First Arrival Chapter 054 The Answer Revealed
Paul looked at Kirk with a sad face. He felt his knees go weak and he didn't even have the strength .
That's it?
However, Kirk was completely unaware, his attention was always on the upside-down tile:
The whole space is orderly and tidy, but there is something strange; although Kirk does not have obsessive-compulsive disorder, he does not care about the direction of the tiles at all, and it doesn't matter if he messes up the whole room, but in the process of investigation, such details often involve attention and curiosity.
Kirk ignored Paul's resentful look, walked forward and tapped the tile gently.
hollow!
After looking around, Kirk picked out a table knife from the cutlery box on his right, placed a piece of paper towel on the palm of his left hand as a cushion, and gently pried the table knife along the edge of the tile.
Snapped.
The tile fell into the palm of my left hand, revealing a completely hollow hole at the back.
Paul: …
It seems that the dislocated jaw cannot be reinstalled in the short term; and now, the eyeball also looks shaky.
Behind the tiles, there is a hidden world, inside which are two palm-sized black digital cameras.
Kirk took out his digital camera, turned it on, and began to look through the photos inside.
I could hear Paul swallowing his saliva, and his curiosity was tickling him, but he didn't dare to get closer.
Kirk casually joked, "Don't worry, there are no indecent photos of you in here."
Paul, fuming.
There were rustling sounds and chattering. At this moment, a noise came from the direction of the door, and the strange yet familiar Spanish could be heard through the door.
Paul was blinking frantically: What should I do? What should I do? What should I do? Did they get caught red-handed while stealing?
Paul was circling around like an ant on hot bricks, but he had no clue what to do. Then, the door was pushed open, and four female cleaners led by Ms. Martinez appeared in front of them. In the narrow space, a confrontation broke out along the corridor formed by the lockers, and the air was briefly stagnant.
The next second, Kirk showed off his neat white teeth and smiled brightly, "Hey, you guys are here."
That friendly gesture is like a party host welcoming friends to visit, opening his arms warmly to welcome the guests.
Paul was a little confused.
It's not just Paul, the female cleaners in front of him are the same.
Ms. Martinez, who was standing at the front, looked a little stunned, but remained alert and quickly scanned the room in a flash.
"You guys, what are you doing here?"
The first thing he said was a question.
But Kirk didn't panic. He pointed at Paul and said, "I am investigating a case with the help of the manager. It just so happens that I need your cooperation in the investigation."
It was much later that Paul realized that Kirk was a private detective, not a policeman, and they were not qualified to conduct legal inquiries.
But...the cleaners don't know, so should he expose Kirk?
Ms. Martinez was stunned for a moment, and then she spoke a lot of Spanish, using expressions and actions to express her confusion.
Kirk's eyes were filled with a smile. "You suddenly couldn't understand English at the critical moment. Oh, I've heard from other departments that this is always the case when arresting illegal immigrants. But I didn't expect to encounter it in the Plaza Hotel. If I give you a tip, you shouldn't be unable to understand, right?"
Ms. Martinez continued to look innocent.
Kirk was not worried at all because he knew they could understand, "I found evidence . We know that you were in collusion to murder Ana Servas."
The innocence on Ms. Martinez's face gradually faded, and then she said in English, "You think just because you are rich and white, you can accuse anyone of anything?"
Kirk shook his head slightly. "No, no, no. I am not accusing anyone of any crime. I am accusing you and your minions of murder."
As he finished speaking, Kirk's eyes swept across the faces of the four female cleaners one by one. They were not panicked or frightened, and remained calm.
But this is not surprising.
Think about it, they completed the murder and efficiently cleaned up the crime scene within fifteen minutes without leaving any clues; then, under pressure from the police investigation, they completed the transfer of the body twice, hiding it right under the noses of the hotel security guards, and never revealed anything from beginning to end.
The only flaw might be that their cleaning job was too good.
Be they cold-blooded or calm, no matter what, they will not easily lose their composure in front of Kirk.
At this moment, Callum's figure could be seen at the door from the corner of his eye.
Callum just caught Kirk's last words and had no time to be shocked. He immediately blocked the exit to prevent the suspect from escaping.
Next, it’s time to catch the turtle in the jar.
Kirk and Callum exchanged a quick glance, then showed the digital camera in their hands, "Inside the camera are all business contracts and documents."
"What you have been stealing are trade secrets, which companies are about to merge, which companies are about to go bankrupt, which major deals are about to happen."
“This is the Plaza Hotel, which has always been one of the most popular venues for different business meetings, with different meetings taking place every week or even every day.”
At this point, Kirk turned to look at Paul, "Oh, the Plaza Hotel, it's unique, the best choice."
Paul's expression was very strange. Why did this sentence sound like an insult?
Kirk had already withdrawn his gaze and continued to infer.
"But no one would be on guard against cleaners who have no education and can't even speak English. You are invisible, just like the house elves in Harry Potter."
These words were so light and simple, but there was a hint of sadness behind them. Kirk could see Amy turning her face away to hide her emotions.
They are not invisible.
"So when people check into a hotel, they use the safe to take care of their cash, jewellery, watches, but nobody hides their briefcases and computers."
"In their eyes, you can't understand those documents at all, and they have no value to you."
"Obviously, these high-ranking elites are wrong."
Kirk curled his lips.
“But they’re not completely wrong.”
"You probably haven't reached the level of corporate espionage yet. At most, you have asked your relatives and friends to buy some stocks, then resell them and make some profit from the difference."
"A few grains of sand that slip through Wall Street's fingers are enough for you, right?"
On the other side, Callum had completely understood everything, and the truth was out.
On this side, Paul couldn't keep up with the pace.
"Wait, wait wait, this is a theft? I thought we were investigating a suspected murder, right?"
Without needing Kirk to answer, Callum gave a friendly reminder, "Ana."
"Oh, oh oh oh. Oh!" Paul's surprise can be felt from a series of exclamations, "But why?"
"The reason is not complicated."
"Maybe Ana became greedy and wanted more; maybe Ana's conscience came to her and she wanted to be like Jennifer Lopez, who is kind and beautiful and created wealth with her own hands, so she wanted to quit."
Callum: Why is Jennifer Lopez here?
