The receptionist in the red shirt was followed by a haggard-looking Liu Run, who was holding a large bunch of keys. When he saw the group, he nodded in acknowledgment.

She smiled and said, "The weather outside is bad. For your safety, please don't wander around, especially at night. Don't be like this gentleman who locked himself in the control room all night."

Liu Run, standing behind her, couldn't muster a smile. He hadn't found any clues and had even been exposed by this woman. He was really unlucky.

"We will be careful."

After receiving Shi Jinzhe's reply, the receptionist in the red shirt led Liu Run away. She stopped at the door of room 409 and used a spare room card to open the door for him.

After Liu Run entered the room, she walked towards the elevator.

The four of them followed her into the elevator. The receptionist in the red shirt asked, "Which floor are you all going to?"

"First floor."

As soon as the red number lit up, the man in the red shirt and the others chose the same floor.

In the cramped elevator car, the only sound was the elevator running. The five people stood together, and Sher caught a faint fragrance.

It smelled slightly burnt, which was very pleasant and gave her that subtle, blissful feeling once again.

The scent came from the red shirt. Shekh sniffed it; it wasn't her blood, but rather an external stain, acquired later in life.

As the elevator descended from level four to level one, the noise outside had already reached inside before the doors even opened.

A shrill female voice pierced the eardrums as a disheveled girl screamed, "Don't touch me! Get out, get out!"

The tall man who slammed the counter yesterday grabbed her arm and, ignoring her struggles, showed her to the staff:

"Look, there must be something unclean in your hotel. She was very friendly with me yesterday, but she went crazy as soon as I ran into her today."

Seemingly feeling that the girl's reaction wasn't strong enough to show the severity of her symptoms, the tall man even touched her neck.

As he wished, the girl let out a trembling cry, completely losing her mind, her flailing arms almost scratching the man.

Another woman with her hair up quickly came up and grabbed her arm, demonstrating again to make the man emphasize the girl's symptoms:

"Look, this is it. Your hotel has to refund all the money to us. A perfectly healthy person went crazy overnight. You have to add at least another 100,000 to 200,000 yuan in compensation, plus medical expenses and compensation for emotional distress!"

The girl, driven mad, was like a decorative object that would scream at the slightest touch, repeatedly provoked by her colleagues.

"That's enough! She's already in this state, if you want money, at least let her calm down first."

The masked woman holding the cat couldn't stand it any longer, and as soon as she spoke up, the argument quickly turned against her.

The noisy crowd paid no attention to anyone else; they were focused solely on making compensation.

The receptionist in the red shirt stepped out of the elevator and walked quickly toward the lobby, her heels clicking on the floor.

The elevator doors closed behind her and soon began to rise again.

In the lobby, seven or eight people were cursing the masked woman for being unreasonable, saying she wouldn't even agree to give them money.

The girl continued to scream, but the tall man who was controlling her suddenly felt pain in his wrist and had no choice but to let go.

The erratic girl, no longer restrained, was immediately pulled behind another person.

The receptionist, who was already overwhelmed, saw the red shirt as if she had seen a savior. "Manager Zhang, you've finally arrived!"

zhāng?

The surname caught Shi Jinzhe's attention; he lagged a few steps behind and examined the red shirt.

I don't know if she's Zhang Gongzhang or the owner of the Peace Hotel, the Zhang from Zhang Anguo's name.

Manager Zhang pulled the girl behind him, smiling politely, "Sir, this guest needs rest more now. If you have any objections, we support calling the police to have an assessment done. Our hotel will fully compensate this lady for her medical expenses."

Regarding compensation, our boss will come over soon to discuss it with you.”

Speak of the devil, and he appears; no sooner had Manager Zhang finished speaking than the elevator doors in the corridor slowly opened.

The narrow tires turn on the ground, the marble floor has very little friction, and the person sitting on it controls the electronic control system, so the wheelchair can easily glide over.

The woman sitting there was about fifty years old, with her hair neatly styled and somewhat thin, with a thin blanket draped over her legs.

Although her youthful beauty has faded, her elegant demeanor remains.

Shi Jinzhe and Shehe immediately recognized the person in the wheelchair as Lu Xiaohui from the photo.

But the fact that she's alive proves that the clue they made yesterday was wrong.

The intended recipient is still alive; the deceased wife is not her.

Lu Xiaohui maneuvered her wheelchair to the tall man and said, "I am the owner of this hotel. The room fee can be fully refunded, but the compensation you mentioned is only for this girl."

"Why should we? Who knows if we'll end up like her if we stay another day? Shouldn't we be entitled to compensation for emotional distress?"

Several other people nearby chimed in, "Do you know how much trouble it has caused us all because of her accident? Shouldn't you compensate us?"

“When you booked the room, you didn’t tell me it was for a team-building activity with a ghost theme. If you had known, I wouldn’t have let you stay.”

Lu Xiaohui's sharp tone was clearly not as gentle as her appearance, "To be honest, if I weren't stuck outside, I wouldn't want to see people like you in the hotel at all. Offending gods and ghosts, this might be retribution."

"Wow!" Meng Chengxi exclaimed in surprise.

What a tough boss lady! She doesn't seem to care about the hotel's survival at all.

"The customer is king, we paid the money..."

Lu Xiaohui interrupted the woman with her hair in a bun, saying, "This is a hotel, not a church. You're playing ghost games in my hotel while wearing ghost masks. Even if something happens, it's your own fault."

Not only Shi Jinzhe and his companions were there to watch the spectacle, but other guests were also present.

An old man outside the crowd nodded and whispered to the person next to him, "That's right, a hotel where someone has died has this kind of thing. Who knows what kind of trouble it has caused that scared the girl like this."

Shi Jinzhe stood next to him and, upon hearing this, struck up a conversation with the old man, "From what you've said, is there anything that happened at the Peace Hotel before?"

The old man, with an air of nonchalance, said with a gesture that seemed to say, "Let me tell you something," and covered his mouth with his hand: "Let me tell you, the owner of the Peace Hotel, Mr. Zhang, died in his own hotel three years ago."

"Boss Zhang? How did he die?"

Time has come to an end, and I've found my deceased wife, but I've already found a deceased husband.

"I heard he was poisoned, and his body was already stiff when he was found."

The old man glanced at Lu Xiaohui and said, "Boss Zhang is having an affair. I heard that his wife has seen him taking other women to hotels many times."

Shi Jinzhe asked in a low voice, "If he's dead, isn't Lu Xiaohui a prime suspect?"

"The police thought so too, but after investigating and investigating, well, guess what?" The old man left the story in suspense, waiting for Shi Jinzhe to ask a question so he could continue.

"...What's wrong?"

"An accident! There are many snakes in spring and summer. He was bitten to death by a venomous snake that secretly crawled in."

"What snake?" Shekh also came closer.

"I don't know, but I do know it was a snake bite."

Shi Jin asked, "What about the woman who was having an affair with Boss Zhang? How is she?"

If the deceased wife wasn't Zhang Anguo's own wife, what if she was someone else's wife...?

Given the inherent flaws in human nature, it's not impossible.

After all, someone else's wife is still a wife.