CHAPTER 237: A MURDER IN THE HOTEL

The leading officer approached. "Does Miss Steele know this man?"

"Yes, he's Qing Ling from Wan Da Hotel."

But how could it be him? How did he suddenly die in a room at Angel Holiday Hotel? Who killed him? Olive was very confused.

The murder may be due to emotional dispute, revenge, money dispute, and the deliberate attempt to borrow a knife to kill a man, or the deliberate attempt to blame others, and why on earth was he murdered? Why did he have to die in Angel Holiday Hotel?

She answered all the routine questions of the police.

In fact, she didn't know that Qing Ling had checked into Angel Holiday Hotel two days before.

According to the preliminary autopsy results, he died around 6 p.m., while he was found dead about three hours after his death, and he was found dead when a hotel staff brought him his dry cleaning, and the hotel staff also found Casper lying unconsciously after being hit in the back of the head simultaneously.

Casper, who had been woken up, was being questioned by police. He looked puzzled, repeating these words nervously. "Not me, not me, not me."

He was a man with a criminal record, so he was afraid of being suspected because he has received money and done wrong things. When he saw Olive, it was as if he had met a savior. "Miss Steele, I didn't kill him. I didn't kill him."

Olive soothed him, saying. "Don't be afraid, and just tell the police what you know."

"I really don't know anything, and when I came to deliver his dinner at six, I was knocked out the moment I walked in, so I have no idea how Mr. Qing's necklace, watch and wallet came to be in my pocket, while I don't know how those dishes were put on the table. Miss Steele, you have to believe me, since I didn't kill him and I don't know anything." He was a strong boy, but he was about to cry now because he was so worried. Even though he looked bold and cautious in daily life, killing for money was a very serious crime, so he was very frightened.

"Casper, calm down. I believe you, but what you need to do now is to recall every detail of the accident, because it is essential to help you clear your criminal suspicion."

She didn't know that if it was because of her trust, or if it was because of what she said, the boy, who had been agitated, calmed down a little and cooperated with the police in their detailed questioning.

"It can't be him." Alan, who had not spoken before, suddenly uttered these words.

"Huh?" Olive looked at him in puzzlement, and she knew he was clever and thoughtful.

Alan analyzed. "He was hit in the back of the head and fainted. Since he fainted, it was not possible for him to stab Qing Ling. If he stabbed Qing Ling first, the knife would have directly killed Qing Ling, so Qing Ling could not have knocked him out, and there must have been a third person in the room."

What he said seemed reasonable, but the final result of the investigation required the police to look for evidence.

After all, it was the mishap that has shocked Norton, who came in with the tearful Mr. Qing and the heart-wrenching Mrs. Qing.

Olive had no affection for Qing Ling, and she even had some aversion to him, but the tragedy of losing young loved ones still saddened her. What's more, Mr. Qing and Mrs. Qing's son was suddenly murdered in their rival's hotel.

She quietly stroked her forehead with her hand, as she was afraid this mishap would cause an uproar.

Mrs. Qing cried on her son's body until she could not breathe, while others could not pull her away. Mrs. Qing suddenly rushed to Norton, punching and kicking him. "Norton, you pay for my son's life. You pay for my son's life."

Someone nearby offered consolation. "Mr. Qing, Mrs. Qing, because one can't get back to life after death, so you should restrain your grief."

But as Mrs. Qing could not listen to anyone's consolation, she screamed at Norton. "Norton, my son, why did you kill my son?"

If a man lost his reason, he could say anything.

Olive saw Norton not looking as good as he used to, and he looked exhausted, so Olive stepped up to help him, while Olive was not paying attention to Mrs. Qing, and Olive suddenly got slapped by Mrs. Qing.

Alan's face suddenly changed, whereas Olive stopped him before he lost his temper.

It seemed that because of this slap,

Mrs. Qing, who had been feeling furious, calmed down for a while.

Olive said. "Mrs. Qing, although it is true that Qing Ling was killed at Angel Holiday Hotel, and even though you are extremely sad, what you just said is too much. Why did you say Norton tried to kill your son? If he really wanted to kill your son, why did he choose to murder your son in his own hotel?"

Mr. Qing held his wife, wiping his tears, while his voice sounded equally fierce and determined. "Norton, you need to explain this to us."

"Of course." Norton answered. As the mishap had occurred in his hotel, even if it had happened to someone else, he had to explain it to others.

The policemen stepped forward. "So, please cooperate with our work, make a record with my colleagues, and let us know more information, so that we can solve the case as soon as possible." NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

The policemen were questioning them until late at night, while Norton looked obviously not strong enough to hold on. Once a tall and cheery man in Olive's memory suddenly looked listless and pale.

When Qing Ling's body was taken out of the hotel, many reporters were waiting at the door. There were so many reporters that the flash kept flashing, while in front of the camera, Mrs. Qing covered her face with her hands, crying bitterly, and she was helped into the car by Mr. Qing.

They seemed to be snowed in with different questions from the reporters. To all the reporters' questions, they answered that they were not in a position to release the information for the time being.

Olive forced her way through the crowded reporters, sending Norton into the car that Alan had parked a short distance away in advance.