They didn't answer, and Dao Zhi Yong continued, "So your proof is basically useless, but you can still have your chefs come out!"
At this point, Zhou Zijuan had no choice but to let the chefs out, followed by other staff from the villa, totaling twelve people, including waiters, chefs, and security guards.
"They don't believe us now and are suspicious of us, so the questioning cannot proceed."
They stared at each other, and then the female painter said, "I still think Dao Zhi Yong is the biggest suspect. With your abilities, creating this murder would be easy. But for us, even if we could do it, we probably couldn't do it so quickly. Didn't it take 15 minutes? I think an ordinary person can't do it in 20 minutes. And that ceiling is so high, all of us girls can be ruled out!"
The female painter had a point. Zhou Zijuan was the first to raise her hand, "That's right, I can't reach that place at all, so please don't suspect me!"
"You're spouting nonsense! Can't you add something to a table and stand on it?" Dao Zhi Yong retorted confidently when slandered.
At this, Zhou Zijuan and the others fell silent. Then Watanabe Yumi spoke up, "I think I've noticed a guest who hasn't appeared!"
"Who?" we all asked simultaneously. A waiter then said, "Yes, it seems to be Qian Yuan Hua, Mr. Qian. He arrived at the villa before you did."
"No way? What about this person? Hasn't checked out yet?" He Xin exclaimed.
"Yes, the one who is not present now is even more suspicious. That guy might have already escaped!" I said excitedly.
The crowd quickly pulled the waiter, asking her to lead them to Qian Yuan Hua's room. The waiter, knowing the seriousness of the matter, turned and led them to Qian Yuan Hua's room. Along the way, she mentioned that when the person checked in, he used a VIP card and stayed in a room that wasn't ordinary but a 3888 yuan VIP room. Because the guest was a high-level user, she dared not offend him and let him rent the room without looking too closely.
I didn't answer, and we arrived at Qian Yuan Hua's room. The waiter cautiously opened the door. The waiter cried out first, seeing the room as if it had been thoroughly ransacked, furniture lying askew on the floor, mixed with various household garbage. Even the cabinets had been smashed. The scene was simply unbearable.
"Was this a robbery?" the waiter exclaimed in fear, covering her mouth. She knew they would be held responsible if the place was in such a state. However, Zhou Zijuan, the owner, wasn't particularly worried about it. Instead, her eyes were filled with surprise, "How is that possible?"
I asked them to come into the room with me. Fortunately, we all carried shoe covers and rubber gloves, which were now useful.
After entering the room, we searched everywhere and didn't find Qian Yuan Hua, but we found some clothes. Many cabinets showed signs of impact, and there were skin fragments. There were also many footprints on the floor, but they were messy. The balcony showed signs of someone having been there. It was as if he had encountered a special situation, was suddenly attacked here, and then dragged away by someone. However, these could also be intentionally created by him to distract us.
We explored some areas of this VIP suite, carefully examining them, but could only find these. My gaze inadvertently fell on a small door. Pushing it open, I saw what seemed to be a special small room. Inside, there were adult items, but on the wall, there were suddenly red characters!
"What happened 13 years ago, I deserved to die, deserved to die! How could I be so wicked? It's time, it's time, retribution! Retribution has come, I should die, die! Death!!"
These words on the wall were written very large, and a lot of red liquid flowed from below the characters. I moved closer, and the others gradually noticed the situation. Liu Yuning analyzed, "Based on the shoulder and arm height at 45 and 60 degrees, this person's height should be between 165 and 185 cm."
"He is likely still on the island, just hidden somewhere. Since he hasn't left, if I'm not mistaken, he definitely wants to kill again!"
We searched the beach but found nothing. We could only return to the hot spring area for the time being. At this point, no one wanted to take a hot spring bath. We began to discuss in the hall, wanting to continue searching for the killer. However, the person we now suspected might have already escaped the island. That female painter, perhaps having watched too many detective novels, thought she was Sherlock Holmes' daughter? She was there, making her own deductions.