Chapter 2369 Murder?

The light shines in the mouse's eyes!

This guy is afraid that the world will not be in chaos!

Now Fei Shao wants to make trouble, and I can laugh out loud just thinking about it!

"Fei Shao, what should we do? Please tell me!"

Yang Fei's eyes were sharp, and he said in a deep voice: "I am a dragon crossing the river. I don't want to cause trouble, but they must pester me! They really think I am easy to bully! Humph! Mouse, next, we will do this..."

Waiting in the lobby on the first floor, in addition to reporters, there are also several people related to Han Xiuhui's affairs.

More than a dozen pairs of big eyes stared at the elevator of the hotel, and some people occasionally cast their eyes on the stairwell.

In short, no matter where Yang Fei came down, he would be discovered immediately.

Just when everyone was waiting impatiently, a cleaner strode to the front desk and shouted repeatedly: "No, no, someone jumped off the building in our hotel and committed suicide!"

At noon, there were few people in the hotel lobby, and this sound was so harsh that it reached everyone's ears.

The manager asked in a deep voice: "Who committed suicide?"

"Manager, look, this is a suicide note! What's written on it? Take a look!" The cleaner handed over a piece of paper in his hand.

The manager took the paper, read it, and said in shock: "Someone really jumped from the building! A woman named Han Xiuhui left a suicide note and jumped from the top floor of our hotel to commit suicide!"

The hotel lobby was suddenly in chaos. Some people ran upstairs, some ran out of the door, and some hurriedly grabbed the phone to call the police.

Everyone waiting here was shocked.

"Han Xiuhui?"

"Is he talking about Han Xiuhui just now? Is it the Han Xiuhui we are looking for?"

"Did Han Xiuhui commit suicide?"

"Isn't she in Yang Fei's room?"

"Yes! How could she run to the rooftop to commit suicide?"

"Who can tell me what happened?"

"Go find Han Xiuhui's body! Quick! Quick! Quick!"

"Here!"

"Here!"

The lobby was even more chaotic.

Ten minutes later, several groups of people ran back to the lobby.

"There is no body!"

"There is no body behind!"

"There is no body anywhere!"

"Han Xiuhui! Where did she die?"

Everyone's questioning was directed at the cleaner who found Han Xiuhui's suicide note.

"Where did you find the suicide note?"

"Where did Han Xiuhui die?"

"Where did she jump off the building?"

"Tell me! You bastard!"

The cleaner looked innocent, looking at this and that, too horrified to say a word.

Someone shouted, "Where is the suicide note? Let me see if it's real!"

The suicide note was in the hands of the manager, who took it out and handed it to the person who shouted.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! This is not real!" The man held the suicide note, reading it and laughing wildly.

"Not real? Fake suicide note?" everyone asked.

The man holding the suicide note laughed and cried, "I mean, I don't believe it's real! The suicide note is real! The suicide note is real! This is really Han Xiuhui's handwriting! She wrote it!"

"Are you telling the truth?" someone asked.

"I'm her agent, of course I know this is true!" The agent held his face with his hands and burst into tears, "My Han Xiuhui, how could you really die?"

"But where did she die? Where is her body?"

"Yes, where did Han Xiuhui die?" The agent stamped his feet anxiously and waved his hands.

The security guard at the door shouted: "The police are coming!"

Everyone looked at the hotel door.

Several Korean policemen came over and asked: "Who called the police? What happened?"

Everyone chattered and talked non-stop.

After listening for a long time, the police finally understood.

"Someone jumped off the building? Left a suicide note, but no body was found? In other words, the person is not dead? Then we can't get out of here, police officer."

"No, Mr. Police, I suspect someone murdered Miss Han Xiuhui!"

"Who murdered whom?"

"A Chinese killed Miss Han Xiuhui!"

"Chinese? Where?"

"Upstairs."

"Is it suicide? Or murdered? You tell me! One by one! You! You tell me!" The police pointed at the agent.

The agent said: "It's like this, we first found Miss Han Xiuhui's suicide note, and thought she committed suicide, but we didn't find her body, so we suspect she was murdered!"

The police said: "Where is the suspect? Take us to ask about the situation!"

The agent said: "I'll lead the way. Please go this way."

A group of people went upstairs in a noisy manner.

At this time, in an inconspicuous corner next to them, a few people were sitting on the sofa with their backs to this side.

Zhou Shaojie was there.

"Mr. Zhou, the police went upstairs to find Yang Fei." Bodyguard Tao Jun stepped forward and whispered.

"That woman, is she sure she's dead?"

"She should be dead."

"She should be dead? I want confirmation! Go and find out!"

"Okay, Mr. Zhou." Tao Jun retreated.

The police rang the doorbell of Yang Fei's room.

Haozi and Ma Feng came out of the opposite room and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

"We're looking for the person who lives in this room!" The police showed their identities, "Is he your friend? Tell him to open the door quickly!"

Haozi asked calmly, "What's the matter?"

"He's suspected of murder!"

"Haha, this is impossible. I think you must have made a mistake!"

"Whether you made a mistake or not, you will know after asking him! Hurry up and open the door!" The policeman slapped the door impatiently.

Haozi and Ma Feng looked at each other and sneered.

More than a minute later, the door was opened.

Yang Fei was wearing pajamas, yawned, stood at the door, rubbed his eyes, and asked, "Haozi, what's the matter?"

Haozi smiled and said, "Sorry to bother you, Mr. Fei. A policeman came to ask about the case and said that you were involved in a murder case!"

"Murder?" Yang Fei opened his eyes and looked at the people in front of him, "Huh, so many people came? Since you say I am suspected of murder, please go inside and talk! I want to see who I, Yang Fei, killed!"

The two policemen who came seemed to be familiar with the name Yang Fei, but they didn't think much about it. They were just slightly startled and walked into Yang Fei's room.

The police first looked around and carefully checked every corner to find possible clues.

"Hair! Women's hair!" The agent was sharp-eyed and found a long hair on the bed. He immediately shouted and screamed, as if he had discovered a new world.

Yang Fei said lightly: "Is this also a policeman?"

The policeman did not answer his question, but put on white gloves, took the hair, and asked Yang Fei: "Whose is this?"

Yang Fei said: "My secretary's!"

The agent shouted: "No, I'm sure it's Han Xiuhui's hair! Han Xiuhui has been here! Han Xiuhui was killed by him!"

At this time, Chen Mo came over and asked: "What's going on? So many people came?"

Yang Fei pointed to the hair in the police's hand and laughed at himself: "The police said that I murdered the owner of this hair!"

Chen Mo held his own hair and put it together with the hair in the police's hand, and laughed: "This is my hair! Look at the color, hair quality, and length, are they exactly the same?"

After a careful comparison, the police frowned and said: "It's hers."