Chapter 639: Conspiracy Theory
An Ran felt utterly helpless. She had carefully “looked” through every floor of the hotel—yet room after room was still being massacred. Most of the slaughtered rooms belonged to the Grand Fortune Hotel’s team leaders, along with some of their subordinates.
The moment the door opened, everyone inside—regardless of age, gender, or innocence—was killed.
“It’s hard to say right now. Weren’t there a few survivors? Let’s bring them together and question them about exactly what happened in each room,” Luo Feifan suggested.
He didn’t dismiss Zhan Lian’s suspicion, but it was also possible Chen Chaofa wasn’t the only killer. The murder methods varied—some were clearly killed by abilities, others by a single knife strike. There was no pattern.
What if Chen Chaofa had accomplices?
But then, hadn’t An Ran been monitoring the corridors? Why hadn’t she noticed anything unusual?
Either the killer hid extremely well… or there wasn’t just one killer—but a group.
Outside the teahouse, people were already whispering. Following Jingxuan’s account, some said Little Mint looked like a ghost. Others insisted the killer was Chen Chaofa. But multiple survivors claimed the murderer’s face looked different each time.
Survivors from each room were escorted downstairs by Yun Tao and others. They were questioned one by one in detail. To stabilize their emotions and build a psychological profile of the killer, Yun Tao brought in Zhao Ru—and Zhao Ru brought Liu Shasha.
The fourth-floor conference room was temporarily converted into a treatment room.
“Besides the first captain who died and shouted Chen Chaofa’s name, I questioned the survivors from each room,” Yun Tao reported. “Most were killed by people they knew. The weapons used were knives or supernatural abilities.”
He asked a few more questions, then returned to the teahouse and sat at the long table beside Zhan Lian and An Ran.
Looking out at the crowded lobby, he continued: “Based on the similarities, the killer knocked on the door first, entered normally, then took advantage of the moment to kill.”
“Killing so many of their own people?” Zhan Lian stood beside An Ran and glanced at an unremarkable green vine at his feet. “And they used different weapons, different abilities…”
To avoid drawing attention, the killers didn’t use guns. Instead, they relied on blades and supernatural abilities—different each time. Some killers were skilled and left no survivors. Others were clumsy, allowing multiple people to escape through the door.
“Are these people all on the same side?” An Ran sat motionless on the wooden Zen chair. Doll in her arms had been asleep for hours. She would need to find a room soon to lay her down, but she didn’t dare enter any rooms while the killers remained unidentified.
Without any formal criminal investigation training, An Ran inevitably fell into speculation.
Was there a hidden faction within the Grand Fortune Hotel’s group? A faction taking this opportunity to wipe out others? The survivors said the people who knocked on their doors always looked like someone different.
So just how deep was this hatred? They spared no one—not even women or children.
One thing was clear from the method of these killings:
The perpetrators all shared the same ruthless heart—capable of butchering the elderly, women, and children without hesitation.