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Under Zhuo Qian's series of psychological attacks, Female Front Desk was truly afraid. She racked her brains to recall the events of the past few days, and cold sweat began to roll down her forehead.

In fact, Female Front Desk normally did not pay much attention to the movements of customers. Most of the time, he would lower his head and play with his phone while also eating his melon seeds, in addition to that, he would only take money. As long as someone paid him a room, he would not care about anything else.

Just then, an old lady walked in. She was dressed simply, wearing a custom-made hotel uniform, seeing that the front desk was surrounded by a large group of people, all of them had solemn expressions, the old lady was shocked, she looked around, and at last, landed on Female Front Desk's face.

"Lady Boss!"

The aunty did not know what to do. She called out to the Female Front Desk with an inquiring look.

The chubby female boss impatiently waved her hand. "It's none of your business. Go back to work!"

The aunty responded by tiptoeing to avoid the crowd, and then passed through the crowd. When she went far away, Zhuo Qian once again focused her attention on the female boss.

"Have you decided yet?"

Zhuo Qian urged.

The female boss shook her head and said dejectedly, "Officer, customers come and go, all sorts of people come and go. We are dealing in small businesses, so we don't dare to ask about other people's situations. We just turn a blind eye and look for peace. I really don't know anything else, please Officer, please don't seal my hotel, okay?"

Zhuo Qian sighed in her heart, knowing that she couldn't get anything out of her. Just as she was about to leave, that old lady who woke up early to work returned with a plastic bucket and mop in her hands. It was clear that she was a cleaning lady.

"Are you cops?"

The cleaning lady suddenly spoke without any warning.

Zhuo Qian was slightly surprised, she looked at the cleaning lady, and the female owner had the same expression.

Zhuo Qian was a lot gentler when it came to being a cleaning lady. She nodded and said, "Not bad, aunty. We are from the city's Criminal Police.

The cleaning lady looked at the female owner and hesitated. After mulling over it for a while, she said, "I'm a cleanup worker. I'm responsible for cleaning the hotel. Yesterday evening …"

The cleaning lady stopped in her tracks again.

Zhuo Qian thought for a while, then laughed: "Aunt, if you know anything, just say it. The police will give you a bonus."

Although the police had yet to issue a bounty order, Zhuo Qian was very flexible in handling cases, and did not mind taking out her own money.

Encouraged, the cleaning lady breathed a sigh of relief, cleared her throat, and said, "Yesterday evening, I went to room 206 to clean up. I found something under the sofa."

The cleaning lady took something out of her pocket and held it tightly in her hand.

Everyone's gaze was attracted by the aunt's fist and they all stared at the same spot. The cleaning lady's face changed as she let out a sigh of relief, opening her fingers little by little. When the object in her hand appeared in front of them, everyone's eyes suddenly shrunk.

"Bullet!" Why are there bullets? "

The female boss couldn't help but exclaim.

He could ignore other things. Bullets were a military item, something the country had explicitly forbidden anyone to manufacture or carry.

The female owner's face instantly paled. It wasn't strange to see a bullet in a remote mountain. There were hunters in the mountains, so even if they didn't hunt, they still had to be on guard against wild beasts in the forests. It wasn't strange for the villagers to hide firearms and ammunition, but in the bustling city of Tianhai, the nature of the bullets was different.

Zhuo Qian received the bullet and lowered her head to examine it, muttering in her heart: "This bullet is the same model as the bullet in the gun that the Shaking Lion carries!"

After the arrest, the police first searched the suspect, and then they found the evidence on him. As long as the evidence was not made out of paper, it was usually broken up, and the lion shook his head to enjoy the treatment. His Colt pistol had been disassembled into pieces to see if there were any valuable clues hidden within.

In addition, the Shaking Lion's dagger and the pill had also been tested to confirm whether the dagger was poisonous and what kind of ingredients the pill was made of.

After a series of analysis, the detailed data was handed to Zhuo Qian, the report contained the data on the bullet model. Zhuo Qian was an expert at using guns, so she was extremely familiar with the data, and after reading it once, he recorded it.

Although there was no physical comparison, but based on Zhuo Qian's memories, she determined that the two bullets were of the same type.

"Auntie, this clue of yours is very important. Thank you very much."

He first thanked her, and then Zhuo Qian asked: Other than that, what else do you know?

The cleaning lady thought for a moment, then said, "There were two people in that room, and they also seemed to have an acquaintance, but they didn't go together. In room 201, yes, in room 201, I was cleaning in the corridor a few days ago, and I saw a person coming out of 206 and then entering 201."

Zhuo Qian guessed that this person was probably shaking his head like a lion. Because he had to carry out his mission, he lived alone in a room.

"Auntie, does the person living in room 201 have an inconspicuous scar on his face?"

To further confirm her guess, Zhuo Qian asked.

The cleaning lady nodded and shook her head. "I don't remember too clearly. They were all wearing windbreaker. The reason I remember them was because they were thinking about how a bunch of big boys, with right arms and legs, would not work all day, would either play cards in the room, eat and drink as much as they wanted, and bring back a bunch of weird women …"

The older generation could not bear to see the young people idle around like this. Every time they thought about it, there would be endless sighs. Auntie Cleansing was such a type of person. So when they talked about it, the nervousness on her face lessened.

Although the cleaning lady did not finish her sentence, Zhuo Qian did not show any sign of impatience.

When she left the hotel, it was already broad daylight outside, and the morning light shone onto the Tianhai City. She did not sleep the entire night, and listening to the cleaning lady nagging for more than half an hour, Zhuo Qian felt dizzy.

"Captain Zhuo, are you alright?"

a male police officer asked with concern.

Zhuo Qian waved her hand slightly and said, "It's fine, don't worry."

Reaching this point, Zhuo Qian turned around and looked at the hotel behind him, and fixedly warned: "Leave two people behind, pay attention to concealment, and then send people to gather the surveillance footage at the nearby intersection, and carefully check and identify them."

After explaining everything, Zhuo Qian bent down and sat in the police car, and just as she was about to sit halfway in, a male police officer suddenly ran over with a mobile phone in hand. Her face was gloomy, and from afar she shouted with a hoarse voice: "Captain Zhuo, the guard just called us, and shook his head, and the lion died!"

Hearing that, Zhuo Qian's heart tensed up, she raised her head to look at the incoming person, and when she saw the person, her pupils shrank down, only to see a bright light shooting towards her from afar, flying straight towards her head. Zhuo Qian was very clear on what it was, it was a bullet.

"Don't come near me!"

Zhuo Qian roared.

However, it was already too late, the policeman had already reached the door of the car and stood in front of Zhuo Qian, looking at her with a puzzled expression. Just as she was about to ask why, her body shivered, her eyes opened wide, and she touched her chest with an inconceivable feeling, her blood dripping down to her palms.

"Hide!"

Zhuo Qian was originally extremely sleepy, but the moment the gunshot sounded out, all of her fatigue disappeared. With a loud shout, Zhuo Qian extended her hand out to grab the corner of the injured man's clothes and pulled him into the carriage.