He said in a serious tone that something might have happened at the hotel and asked them to check the surveillance footage.
The receptionist was stunned. She wanted to ask more questions, but Shen Huai had already hung up the phone.
The Morden Hotel is a high-end hotel, and its guests are all wealthy and powerful. If something happens, it will be a big problem for the hotel. The front desk did not dare to make a decision on its own and immediately called the manager.
The manager dared not be negligent, fearing the worst, and regardless of whether Shen Huai was right or wrong, went to the monitoring room to check.
Shen Huai and Chu Meibo then walked down the elevator floor by floor. When they reached the sixteenth floor, just as the elevator doors opened, they heard screams coming from the corridor.
Shen Huai's expression changed, and he immediately ran towards the direction of the screams.
Chu Meibo quickly followed.
The two encountered a screaming cleaning lady at the corner. Looking in her direction, they saw a man slumped at the doorway, clutching a knife.
Shen Huai quickly went over and helped the other person up.
As soon as he touched the other person, he noticed that the other person was trembling all over. Upon closer inspection, he found that it was a very young face, but at this moment, the face was deathly pale and covered with sweat and tears. The other person reflexively stabbed at him with a knife as soon as he touched him.
With a flick of his wrist, Shen Huai disarmed him and handed the knife to Chu Meibo, who arrived shortly afterward.
Perhaps because Chu Meibo was a girl, the other party was finally less nervous and seemed to gradually calm down.
Chu Meibo quickly helped him to the side, gently comforting him while taking out her phone to dial the police and emergency numbers.
The room was already a mess, and Shen Huai dared not disturb the scene, so he could only step on the edge to walk in.
Upon entering, one sees a man in a bathrobe lying in the center of the room, head down, covered in blood. There is also blood on the corner of the cabinet behind him, and some water stains at his feet. It looks like he accidentally fell and hit his head on the corner of the cabinet.
Shen Huai was stunned, staring at the man, a guess forming in his mind.
Before he could confirm, the man's fingers suddenly twitched, and he slowly opened his eyes.
"That's...that's too much! If you don't want to listen to me, that doesn't mean you have to pin me to the ground..."
Chapter 85
When the police and ambulance arrived one after the other, they took the injured person to the hospital. The police examined the scene, collected evidence, and took statements from those present.
The lobby manager was taken aback by what had happened, and his face contorted in a grimace. He answered all the police's questions without reservation.
By this time, the hotel corridor surveillance footage had been retrieved, and Shen Huai's actions naturally attracted the attention of the police, especially after the lobby manager said that Shen Huai had called them and asked them to check the surveillance footage.
Faced with the police's questioning, Shen Huai remained silent for a moment: "When we entered the hotel, we met a master who said that the hotel had bad feng shui and that something bad was likely to happen..."
police:"……"
Mr. Tao and the others who rushed over: "..."
Shen Huai's expression was serious and earnest, as if he were stating some profound truth, which made President Tao somewhat dazed, and he really began to consider whether he should find a master to take a look at the feng shui.
The police were skeptical, but the records showed that Shen Huai and President Guo had no prior dealings, and Shen Huai had been attending the celebration party on the rooftop—everyone could vouch for him. Although his subsequent behavior was a bit strange and his reasons a bit bizarre, he was indeed not a suspect.
After asking the questions, the police officer glanced at the sophisticated-looking Shen Huai and said earnestly, "Young man, watch the news more often. Don't be superstitious; believe in science."
Shen Huai: "...Hmm."
Chu Meibo chuckled, instantly lightening the previously somber atmosphere.
The two have been cleared of suspicion and can go home. They just need to stay in touch with the police and assist with the investigation.
However, the uproar had already attracted many media outlets to wait outside the hotel. The "Honey" crew was worried that it would cause bad associations, so under Tao's arrangement, they left through the hotel's emergency exit.
As Shen Huai and Chu Meibo were leaving, they happened to see the police taking a dazed Song Yimian into a police car.
Shen Huai paused in his steps.
Chu Meibo asked, puzzled, "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing." Shen Huai regained his composure and left with Chu Meibo.
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After receiving the news, Hua Rong rushed to the police station. Song Yimian, as a suspect in the case, was brought to the police station, and as his agent, she was able to meet him first.
When Hua Rong saw Song Yimian, he was curled up on a chair, holding the hot water the police had poured for him. His face was ashen, his eyes were downcast, and he was staring blankly at the ground.
A policewoman standing nearby said, "He seems to be terrified. He hasn't said a word since he entered the police station. If he's still like this tomorrow, we'll have to ask a psychologist to diagnose him."
Hua Rong breathed a sigh of relief. Before she came, she had already used her connections to find out what had happened.
It's said that the police investigated the scene and made a preliminary assessment: Mr. Guo slipped and fell while stepping in water, hitting the back of his head on the corner of a cabinet, which caused him to faint. However, his injuries are serious, and he is still unconscious. The cleaning staff also claimed to have seen Song Yimian running out of Mr. Guo's room with a knife, which complicated the situation.
As long as President Guo is alright, he definitely won't reveal the truth. As long as Song Yimian also remains silent, this matter can be successfully covered up.
Hua Rong considered the matter several times in her mind, but maintained a gentle smile on her face: "I understand, thank you. Can I speak with my artist alone?"
The policewoman hesitated for a moment, but then agreed.
Hua Rong walked up to Song Yimian.
Song Yimian belatedly sensed the shadow in front of him, looked up and saw Hua Rong, his body trembled violently, and he unconsciously shrank back.
Hua Rong frowned, but quickly relaxed, found a stool and sat opposite Song Yimian, just outside his safe distance.
Song Yimian's body gradually relaxed, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "What are you doing here?"
Hua Rong said calmly, "I am still your agent, so of course the police will notify me."