“The killer could indeed have come down from upstairs. The footprints downstairs have probably been covered by the blood. It’s very likely a professional killer, doing it intentionally. The absence of footprints further down might mean they changed shoes.” Just then, a middle-aged policeman said, “The killer must have come back afterward, still stepping on the bloodstains to go upstairs, trying to avoid leaving any traces. It must have been dark by then, and they overlooked the fact that the blood had already congealed, leaving the footprints.”
“Captain Chen Jiaju’s analysis is very likely.” Upon hearing this, Yan Zheng nodded and said that his analysis was correct, and he couldn’t think of any other possibility besides this reason.
"Immediately notify the Hunter Port Division, secure the scene, and everyone continue searching upstairs. Be careful, don't separate, the murderer may still be there after returning," Yan Zheng said, personally leading the team upstairs with a very serious expression.
"Yes." Upon hearing this, dozens of police officers immediately followed Yan Zheng upstairs.
In fact, Yan Zheng still had many questions. This thug had obviously been dead for several hours, and there were definitely more than just one dead person. At least several other people had died in the stairwell above, and the places where they died were very conspicuous. The fact that they were only discovered now in a place like the Royal Hotel shows that this thug had entered the Royal Hotel after it closed and was killed here. Otherwise, the guests would have discovered it and called the police long ago. So why would the Royal Hotel, which never closes its doors, suddenly close them? And why would this thug come here after the Royal Hotel closed, and what was he doing here? Why were there no guests in the Royal Hotel? Also, why didn't the Hong Kong police allow any police officers to come to the Royal Hotel before? And who was the person who reported the case?
"This...!" Yan Zheng's heart sank completely as soon as he reached the corner of the second-floor stairwell.
"So many people died?" The other police officers were also shocked. At the corner of the corridor, seven or eight thugs, some holding machetes and others even homemade guns, lay sprawled on the ground. Their blood had already congealed on their bodies; they were all dead.
"They were all killed with a single blow, using blunt weapons and iron hooks or something similar. There were no signs of a struggle at the scene. It was the same killer, and the killer is definitely a skilled martial artist. These people clearly came with ill intentions, but they didn't even use guns before they died, indicating they had no chance to resist." After a quick inspection, Yan Zheng's expression became even more serious because he discovered bloodstains dripping from above in the stairwell, and there was still a considerable amount, perhaps even more. The situation was far more serious than he had guessed; there were definitely more dead people upstairs than he had seen, and the killer was far more terrifying than he had imagined.
“Everyone, please be extremely careful from now on. The killer is far more dangerous than we imagine. Do not split up. Captain Chen Jiaju, take some men and check the second floor to see if there are any other bodies or guests. Have someone inform Inspector Lei Luo and the Superintendent of Police to send more men in and check each floor. Also, ask the Superintendent to call in the Special Duties Unit (SDU). This could be the most serious crime in history, and the killer is likely still in this hotel. Leave four men to guard the scene; the rest of you, follow me upstairs. There are probably more dead bodies up there.” Yan Zheng said solemnly, leading a group of men to the third floor.
“It’s the same killer.” Yan Zheng led his men up to the fourth floor and found three more bodies. Then they went up to the fifth floor and found two more. On the sixth floor, they found ten more bodies, all killed with a single blow. The higher they went, the more serious Yan Zheng’s expression became, and the more nervous the police officers behind him became, because the bloodstains dripping from the higher floors did not decrease at all, but instead increased, indicating that more people had died up there.
Upon reaching the seventh floor, Yan Zheng's steps halted. The entire stairwell on the seventh floor was littered with corpses, one on top of another, at least twenty or thirty people dead. There were no signs of resistance, indicating that the killer's skill far exceeded their expectations.
Meanwhile, more questions arose in Yan Zheng's mind. All the dead were thugs, all armed, and their intentions were clearly hostile. There was not a single trace of a guest. What major event had occurred at the Royal Hotel? Why had the Hong Kong police previously forbidden any police officers from entering the Royal Hotel?
"Do you still want to go up?" a policeman asked, a hint of fear in his voice.
"We're not going up. Let's wait for the Flying Tigers." Yan Zheng said. No less than fifty people had already died. The killer was much more dangerous than they had imagined. If they continued to go up, the chances of encountering him were very high. Although they still had more than thirty police officers, they would definitely suffer huge casualties if they encountered the killer. It was better to leave such a killer to the more professional Flying Tigers.
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"The killer is very skilled!" After waiting for about twenty minutes, the young Flying Tigers captain led dozens of his teammates, carrying submachine guns and shields, up to the seventh floor. Upon seeing the scene on the seventh floor, the Flying Tigers captain spoke up.
"Captain Zhou Xingxing, you must be careful from now on. The murderer is a highly skilled martial arts expert and is extremely dangerous." Upon seeing the newcomer, he spoke solemnly, "These people died without even being able to resist. All of them were killed with a single blow."
“I can tell.” Flying Tigers Captain Zhou Xingxing nodded seriously and said, “This is absolutely the most skilled kung fu master I have ever seen, without exception. To be honest, if our mission wasn’t to protect the people and kill these vicious bandits, I really wouldn’t want to take my men up there.”
Stephen Chow told his team, “Everyone, be extremely careful once you get up there. This is our most dangerous mission yet. Once you’re up there, whatever you do, do not let any strangers get close, no matter what the reason. And whatever you do, do not approach any strangers. The killer is extremely skilled. Once he gets close, you won’t even have a chance to fire. As soon as you confirm that he is the killer, fire immediately. Don’t give him any chance. I don’t want to mourn any of you, or any group of you, tomorrow.”
"Yes." Upon hearing this, dozens of Flying Tigers members nodded seriously. They knew that Zhou Xingxing was highly skilled in martial arts, and the fact that he was so serious and spoke like this showed that the murderer was indeed very dangerous, definitely the most dangerous enemy they had ever encountered.
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