I don't know much about Zhuang Ni's situation. All I know is that her family is well-off and she wouldn't 'help out' someone for a bit of money. But this girl who committed suicide with a utility knife in class is indifferent to her own life, so she probably doesn't care much about her own body either.
It's not impossible to get to know a 'confidant' through the internet and then fearlessly offer her body to that person.
But from the man's perspective, even if Zhuang Ni was willing, her underage identity is still a big problem. The two of them didn't enter the hotel together, but one after the other.
I told the class leader my speculations. Not only did the class leader not praise me for my meticulous thinking, she even said sarcastically:
"You men are so dirty!"
Hey, don't hit a boat full of people! The dirty one is the man who booked a room with Zhuang Ni, it has nothing to do with me! I'm just making the most logical analysis based on the information I have! If you become a criminal police officer in the future, you should also study criminal psychology!
The hotel's glass door reflected the afternoon sun and was completely opaque. We couldn't see Zhuang Ni's actions through the glass.
"What should we do? Should we follow them in or call the police? "I asked.
The class leader pondered for a bit.
"We can't call the police. If it's a misunderstanding, it will make Zhuang Ni look bad. If it's not a misunderstanding, then it will hurt Zhuang Ni even more if the police show up … we should get to the bottom of things first!"
Does that mean we have to investigate the hotel? The pink signboard hanging high up and the overly decorated pillars made people feel like it was a tiger's den.
Especially for an underage girl like the class leader.
Although no one was going in or out of the hotel, the class leader still hesitated to move forward without others watching.
"It's not convenient for girls to come to this kind of place." I said, "How about I go in by myself and call you after I find some clues — — you brought your phone, right?"
Although the class leader felt that as the class leader, she had the responsibility to ensure that no accidents happened to the class during the summer break, and even more so to ensure that no female students got pregnant, but she was still a bit afraid in the face of this ambiguous hotel. After hearing what I said, she nodded and wanted to wait for orders outside.
Suddenly, someone walked towards the entrance of the hotel. The class leader subconsciously pulled me back and we hid behind the telephone pole before the person saw us.
"You don't need to make such a big fuss …" I just said half a sentence, and then I couldn't spit out another word.
This time, the person who came to the hotel was a petite woman. Unlike Zhuang Ni, who openly showed her face, she wore sunglasses and a mask. She even wore a slightly stuffy hoodie to cover her naturally curly hair and ample breasts that were especially prominent for her age.
Her pace was also extremely slow, as if she was engaged in a fierce psychological struggle.
Even with layers of disguise, the class leader and I could still tell it was Gong CaiCai. It could be seen from the way she walked! 2-3 class's good girl Gong CaiCai actually disguised herself and ran to the hotel in broad daylight. This is a harbinger of the end of the world.
Maybe it was because she was too shocked and angry, but the class leader did not rush up and grab Gong CaiCai. Instead, she let her look around before she carefully walked into the hotel.
"It hasn't even been ten days, right?" The class leader asked with a trembling voice.
"Eh?" I counted on my fingers, "It's almost ten days, why are you asking?"
"It's rare for Gong CaiCai to talk to a boy without blushing. How could she have the guts to … enter a hotel like this in less than ten days. Even I can't make up my mind right now. "
The class leader's doubts were reasonable. I still suspected that I was seeing things. Gong CaiCai is an obedient girl who obeys her parents, not a rebellious person like Zhuang Ni. She shouldn't have gotten into an online relationship, and it's already to the point of renting a room.
It's even more impossible for her to have an 'assisted relationship'. Gong CaiCai's family doesn't lack money at all.
Could it be … that she was coerced by a bad guy. That's probably the only explanation left. In order to get back the embarrassing photos, she had no choice but to meet in a place like this. As for the consequences, it's like sending a sheep into a tiger's den. Who knows, a larger photo might be taken and it would become a tool for another round of blackmail.
The class leader probably thought of the same thing as me, so she was filled with anger. She could no longer maintain her composure and rushed through the hotel entrance. She stood in a spot with the best view in the lobby and looked around, but she didn't find any traces of Gong CaiCai or Zhuang Ni.
They probably went upstairs. I looked at the four flashing green elevators diagonally across from us. The hotel only had two floors, but it was equipped with four elevators. Was it to reduce the chances of guests bumping into each other, or was it to prevent a tragedy like 'husband and wife separately booked a room with their lover and got into a fight'?
I followed the class leader to the center of the lobby. Compared to the class leader's valiant and high-spirited attitude, I seemed a bit more low-key. If others saw me, they might have mistaken me for a virgin boy. The class leader might have a lot of experience. She probably dragged me here to eat me.
The hotel receptionist was a young man in his twenties. He had the dispirited temperament of a rock singer. He had thick dark circles under his eyes as if he had experienced a long period of insomnia. He stared at the class leader for a few seconds and finally said:
"Excuse me, is the hotel's environment satisfactory? Would you like a room? "
The class leader had nowhere to vent her anger. She quickly walked towards the receptionist, slapped her hands on the table and asked in an interrogative tone:
"Which room did the girl who just came in go to?"
The receptionist saw that the situation wasn't right, so he immediately locked the register in his hands into a drawer. He also locked the computer screen — — his movements were quite swift.
"Madam, we can't divulge our guests' personal information, or else it would be against the rules."
The class leader said angrily: "Isn't it against the rules to let an underage girl get a room with someone else?"
The receptionist hesitated for a bit, then he glanced at the class leader with a 'you don't even look like an adult' gaze and said slowly:
"Our hotel doesn't accept underage people staying alone, but we have no reason to stop them if they go to their friend's place for a bit …"
"You …" The class leader angrily grabbed the collar of the receptionist. The receptionist calmly pointed to the surveillance camera on the ceiling and calmly reminded: "This is the recording area, please pay attention to your actions."
The class leader threw the receptionist on the back of the chair and turned around to go to the second floor.
The receptionist shouted half-dead from behind: "Madam … classmate! You can't go to the second floor unless you're also staying! Unless you're also staying in the hotel, I'll call security if you continue to make trouble! "
He said as he placed his hands under the table and made a gesture similar to a kindergartener secretly wiping their snot. But I knew there was an emergency alarm button installed there. As long as he pressed it, four or five burly men would rush out and chase us out.
Based on the class leader's anxious expression, she probably won't give up until she gets to the bottom of the matter. I calmly analyzed the current situation and took out my wallet from my pocket.
"We'll get a room!" I said domineeringly. The class leader who had one foot on the stairs unconsciously shivered and turned around to look at me in confusion.
"Yes … I'll get a room." I changed my words after being stared at by the class leader for 5 seconds.
"Sure, but I need your ID to register." The receptionist raised his head towards me in a neither servile nor overbearing manner.
If I was a normal 14-year-old middle school student, I definitely wouldn't have an ID card. However, 'Depressed Bro' Wu Sheng left me a bunch of 'bequests' before he left the country, including his ID card. The photo on it was almost 90% similar to me. Even acquaintances might not be able to tell us apart.
I handed Wu Sheng's ID to the receptionist. The receptionist was surprised for a moment, then he professionally entered the ID information and handed me a guest card.
"If you're only staying for one day, come back tomorrow at 12 to check out." He reminded me in the same routine.
"Is the guest room you gave us next door to the girl who just came in?"
The receptionist smiled bitterly, "Maybe, I can't be too clear."
Time is of the essence. Even if the receptionist didn't give me a clear answer, I couldn't delay any longer. I caught up to the class leader from behind. I saw that she was still hesitating, so I grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the second floor of the hotel.
Step, step, step. Our footsteps were hurried and the wooden stairs trembled under our feet.
In the narrow and dark stairwell, I could faintly feel the class leader's hand struggling to break free from my grasp. Her steps were also resisting me — — what's wrong? Aren't you worried about Gong CaiCai's safety? Also, Zhuang Ni's situation is still unknown. As the class leader, you have a long way to go, so it's not the time to be afraid!
"Our room is 214. If we're lucky, we might be able to meet Gong CaiCai or Zhuang Ni on the way …"
The throbbing that came from the class leader's body made me realize that it was because I kept saying 'our room' that gave her extra psychological pressure.
In theory, I brought the class leader into the hotel in broad daylight and even got a room … Isn't this the legendary 'getting a room with a girl'! Even if I shamelessly say that I got a room with the class leader, it wouldn't be a complete lie!
Although there was a special reason for us to get to this point, the class leader would still instinctively resist and hesitate, right? I even grabbed her hand as if I was afraid she would run away … It was clearly for the sake of our friendship as classmates, so I had no choice but to do this in order to get to the second floor. Why do you make it seem like I have ulterior motives? I got a room for a sacred reason!
When we got to the long hallway on the second floor, it was a lot brighter with the floor-to-ceiling windows on both sides.
The class leader took a deep breath and suppressed the unnecessary shame and panic. She began to search for traces of Gong CaiCai and Zhuang Ni.
I first went outside room 214 and stuck my ear to the two guest rooms next door to listen for any movements inside.
The first room was completely silent and it seemed like there was no one inside.
There was a discordant female voice coming from the second room. I listened for a while and it didn't sound like someone I knew.
But in order to be on the safe side, I called out to the class leader and said:
"Class leader, you're more familiar with Gong CaiCai and Zhuang Ni's voices. Do you want to listen and see if it's them?"
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