Sister Shaw paused, then continued, "He often goes for several days without a al, even stealing snacks from little children to fill his stomach. Sotis he would grab buns and stead buns on the avenue without paying for them and just run away. Logically speaking, with his economic ability, he shouldn’t be able to afford to stay at the Crystal Elent Grand Hotel." Sister Shaw said, "Everyone from the nearby villages knows him."
The Crystal Elent Grand Hotel is an ultra five-star hotel. Even a standard room costs nearly a thousand bucks a night. How could soone who doesn’t even make one thousand bucks a month afford it?
"The receptionists rember him vividly because yesterday, when he checked in, he was dressed in shabby clothes; initially, he even showed up in slippers and boxer shorts. The lobby manager could not tolerate him and had him removed once. The second ti he ca back wearing a pair of long pants and half-old sandals," Rachel Miller said. "The room change was made through an online reservation, and then he paid in cash when he checked in."
"It seems that it’s impossible that he suddenly beca rich enough to afford to stay at the Crystal Elent Grand Hotel," Jane Sampson said in a low voice. "It wasn’t voluntary action; soone must have pushed him to do it."
It was easy to analyze, this person couldn’t afford such a hotel on his own, yet sohow, he stayed at this hotel that was completely out of his league overnight. That implied soone had helped him by giving him money to do so.
Jane thought, and just now Sister Shaw had ntioned that due to his indecent character, he had never married in his lifeti, so it was impossible for her to be this man’s daughter.
Besides, even if so woman did blind herself and decided to have his child out of wedlock, the ages wouldn’t match. When Jane was born, this man was only about fifteen or sixteen years old.
"President Miller, did he co alone to the hotel to check in?" Bright Sampton asked.
"The receptionist said that both tis, he ca alone," Rachel Miller replied. "He ca to the hotel to check in after dinner last night and left the hotel at around three or four o’clock in the morning."
At this point, Rachel asked Jane Sampson, "Miss Sampson, do you know him?"
If she didn’t know him, why would Jane Sampson specifically request to see the client information for Guest Room 1933?
However, seeing Jane’s expression, it didn’t seem like she knew this man at all.
"I don’t know him." Sister Shaw answered the question on behalf of Jane Sampson. "She hasn’t been in King Town long and has been working every day. How could she know him? If she did, I wouldn’t have had to explain so much just now."
"Can I see the surveillance video now?" Jane Sampson looked at Rachel Miller.
"Sure, I’ll get the computer." Rachel quickly agreed, stood up, took the fruit laptop from her office desk, plugged in the USB flash drive brought by her subordinate, and played the video recording directly for Jane Sampson.
"This file contains all of yesterday’s video recordings from every corner of the hotel. This separate file contains footage of the guest from Room 1933, from the mont he entered until he left, captured by the surveillance caras. Lastly, this one includes all the surveillance video files where you appear, as long you are in the footage, it’s here. Which one would you like to see first?" Rachel Miller’s slender fingers motioned vaguely in front of the computer screen.
"Let’s start with the ones where he appears," Jane Sampson thought. She currently had no leads, and even watching a whole day’s worth of videos might not be helpful; it might just be a waste of ti.
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