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Chapter 665: Chapter 670: Crime Scene

On the plane, Ling Chen and Zhu Xiaozhu sat in luxury seats, looking out at the runway through the window, neither of them speaking.

Seeing the troubled expression on Ling Chen’s face, Zhu Xiaozhu opened her mouth several times intending to speak but hesitated and ultimately chose to remain silent, not wanting to disturb Ling Chen’s thoughts.

As the plane ascended, Ling Chen took out his phone from his pocket and dialed Qiu Yong’s number. noveldrama

However, the phone rang a few times then was abruptly hung up. On redialing, the system indicated that the number could not be reached.

After trying several times without success, the worry in Ling Chen’s eyes deepened.

Could something have happened?

While pondering, Ling Chen turned his gaze towards Zhu Xiaozhu. Since boarding the plane, Zhu Xiaozhu had been silent, fidgeting with her fingers, seemingly preoccupied with something. Considering her unusual behavior at work lately, Ling Chen asked with concern, "Xiaozhu, what’s been going on with you lately? You seem a bit distracted."

"Me?" Zhu Xiaozhu looked up, her autumn-water-like beautiful eyes staring straight into Ling Chen’s. Their eyes met, and Zhu Xiaozhu couldn’t help turning her head away to avoid his gaze, softly saying, "I’m fine, I might just be a bit tired recently."

"Don’t wear yourself out. After we’re done with things in Jinhai City, take a few days off to visit your parents in Beijing and rest."

"No need, I’m fine," Zhu Xiaozhu replied. "The experiment has reached a critical stage; leaving now would waste everyone’s efforts so far."

Ling Chen nodded and said, "Alright, just take care of yourself, I don’t want anything bad happening to you."

...

After about an hour of flying, the plane finally landed at Jinhai City Airport.

Coming out of the exit, Ling Chen and Zhu Xiaozhu took a taxi and headed towards their destination. In less than twenty minutes, the two arrived at a five-star hotel called Splendor.

Entering the hotel lobby, Ling Chen quickly approached the reception and asked, "Hello, could you tell me the room number for Qiu Yong?"

"4078."

"Okay, thank you!"

After expressing his thanks, Ling Chen, holding Zhu Xiaozhu’s slender wrist, took the elevator directly to the hotel’s fourth floor.

4078, this is it!

Ling Chen knocked on the door and waited over ten seconds, but there was not a stir inside, not even a response.

Strange!

Ling Chen frowned secretly. This was clearly Qiu Yong’s room, why was there no one? Recalling the earlier unresponsive phone call, a sense of unease suddenly surged in Ling Chen’s heart. Could something really have happened?

With this thought, Ling Chen didn’t think much before forcefully kicking the door open.

Entering the hotel room, Ling Chen looked around the spacious living room, only to see a conspicuous pool of dried blood on the sofa, indicating it had been there for a while. Additionally, several teacups were placed on the coffee table, suggesting that Qiu Yong and others were in this room back then.

From the time Qiu Yong called to when Ling Chen arrived at the hotel, only two hours had passed. They must have encountered something in this interval which led to their disappearance without leaving any trace.

At this moment, Zhu Xiaozhu walked to the sofa, closely examining the blood stain, and said, "Ling Chen, this blood stain must have been left about five hours ago."

"Xiaozhu, stay here while I check the security room."

As he spoke, Ling Chen quickly dashed out of the room towards the elevator. The five-star hotel had many surveillance cameras installed, including in the elevators, security corridors, and various entrances and exits of the hotel, which might help discover the whereabouts of Qiu Yong and others.

However, when Ling Chen reached the hotel lobby, he saw several police cars parked at the hotel entrance, with over a dozen uniformed police officers coming and going, along with several forensic and medical staff carrying stretchers out of the hotel.

Seeing the body bags on the stretchers, Ling Chen’s heart sank. Four stretchers, four bodies, it looked like there were even more bodies yet to be taken out.

Could it be...

Thinking of that possibility, Ling Chen hurriedly rushed towards where the police were gathered.

"Sir, sir, this is a crime scene, outsiders are not allowed in, hey..."

Ignoring the police’s obstruction, Ling Chen forcefully barged into the scene. Suddenly, he saw a room filled with security equipment splattered with blood, with a body lying on the floor and another on a chair, seemingly employees of the security room judging by their attire.

Seeing this, Ling Chen breathed a sigh of relief. He initially thought the deceased were Qiu Yong and the others, which had startled him.

However, the presence of so many bodies still weighed heavily on Ling Chen’s mood.

He had intended to review the surveillance footage to find where Qiu Yong and others might be, but now all the personnel responsible for the surveillance equipment had been killed, clearly no coincidence.

Whoever was responsible definitely did not want anyone to discover their identity. No need for further investigation to know, those surveillance devices must have already been stopped.

"Sir, please leave immediately!"

Hearing the police’s warning, Ling Chen nodded and then turned to leave.

But at that moment, Ling Chen’s gaze inadvertently fell on one of the bodies. Looking at that body, Ling Chen couldn’t take his eyes off.

Seeing Ling Chen standing motionless at the crime scene for too long, a police officer finally lost his patience and pushed Ling Chen’s shoulder, trying to ’escort’ him out. However, Ling Chen was immovable like a rock, regardless of how hard the police pushed, he remained firmly standing there.

"You guys... go grab the body bags."

In the midst of the scene, a forensic in a white coat was examining the bodies, directing the police while leaning closely to observe the marks on the skin surfaces.

Huh?

Suddenly, the forensic seemed to notice something, pushed up the glasses on her nose and leaned even closer.

"What caused this wound?" the forensic muttered to herself, a tone of confusion in her voice.

"That’s from a finger poking a blood hole."

At the sound, the forensic turned her head, looking at Ling Chen in surprise, and said, "A finger? How is that possible!"

As the forensic turned her head, Ling Chen’s expression briefly stiffened, surprised to see that the forensic was a young woman, around twenty-five years old, with a ponytail, a fair complexion, wearing black glasses, giving off the impression of an intellectual beauty.

Ling Chen broke free from the surrounding police, walked up beside the body, and asked, "May I examine the wound?"

"Who are you?"