Victoria Hotel.

Gao Feng stood in front of the bar, showed a mesmerized woman's smile, and said apologetically to the young girl opposite: "I'm really sorry, my friend Mo Leng is staying in this hotel." We made an appointment to meet today, but I drank too much yesterday and forgot which room she lived in, and what's worse is that her mobile phone is turned off and can't be contacted, can you help me check her room number? ”

According to the regulations, the hotel has a certain obligation to keep the information of customers confidential, and the hotel will not provide information to others unless there are special circumstances such as the police.

Gao Feng is handsome, well-dressed, and well-behaved, no matter how you look at it, he doesn't look like a weirdo, the key is that his smile makes the young girl feel numb, and she has already forgotten about the hotel rules.

"Wait a minute, I'll check it out for you." The girl lowered her head and tapped on the keyboard, and soon there was a result, "Ms. Mo Leng lives in room 812. ”

"Thank you." Gao Feng didn't want the girl to think too much about herself, so she turned around and left.

Room 812.

Gao Feng stood at the door and knocked on the door for three minutes in a row, but there was no movement in the house, which made him worried.

Isn't she in the room?

It just so happened that at this time, the floor cleaner pushed the car over, and Gao Feng reached out to rummage in his pocket, pretending to be anxious and said, "It's really unlucky, I left my room card in the room." Then he asked the cleaner who was passing by for help, "Sister, can you open the door for me?" ”

When the cleaner heard this, he stopped the car and stepped forward and said very politely, "Sir, what is your name?" I need to verify your information before I can open the door for you. ”

"Oh, my name is Mo Leng." Gao Feng said without changing his face.

The cleaner uses the walkie-talkie to contact the service desk on the first floor. "May I ask if the guest in room 812 is called Mo Leng?"

"Yes." This was confirmed by the help desk.

The cleaner smiled apologetically at Gao Feng, and then took out his room card to help Gao Feng open the door.

"Thank you." Gao Feng said gratefully, but he thought that the security measures of this hotel were really bad, and if he was a gangster, Mo Leng would be in danger.

"You're welcome." The cleaner didn't have any suspicion and pushed the cart away.

Gao Feng pushed open the door, squeezed his body halfway in, and called softly again: "Mo Leng, I'm Gao Feng, may I ask you again?" ”

This is a suite.

The door opens to reveal the living room, and the bedroom inside.

However, the bedroom door was open, letting in sunlight and a gentle breeze.

The room was quiet, and Gao Feng deduced that there was no one in the room.

"Mo Leng, I'm in." Gao Feng let out a polite call, then squeezed his body fully inside, and closed the door from the inside.

The living room was very clean and tidy, as if it had been deliberately cleaned.

Entering the bedroom, you can see that the bathroom door is open, and a large bed is covered with white sheets and neat quilts.

Neither the living room nor the bedroom looked like anyone had ever moved in, and there was no salute.

Could it be that Mo Leng is not here at all?

There shouldn't be anything wrong with the hotel's registration information, Mo Leng did live here, and Gao Feng quickly found evidence in bed.

An ashtray pressed a piece of white paper on the quilt, very conspicuous.

Gao Feng stepped forward and picked up the white paper, on which only one sentence was written.

"No. 1, West Sixth Lane, North Medicine Garden."