I Can Upgrade My Talent In Everything



Fein approached the reception desk, where a young woman in a blue uniform greeted him with a smile.

"Good afternoon, sir. How may I assist you?" she asked.

Fein noticed her name tag read 'Jenny'.

"I heard about the suicide that occurred here. Can you give me any information about it?" he inquired, leaning forward slightly.

Jenny hesitated for a moment before responding. "I'm not sure I should be sharing that kind of information with guests, sir. But, I can tell you that it happened in room 407."

Fein raised an eyebrow. "Thank you, Jenny. I appreciate it."

He made his way up to the fourth floor and located room 407. The door was slightly ajar, and he could see a few people milling about inside.

Fein approached the group and introduced himself. "Excuse me, I'm Fein. I'm investigating the incident that occurred here earlier today. Would it be alright if I took a look around?"

One of the individuals, a tall and lanky man with a stern expression, stepped forward. "I'm Detective Owens with the local police department. I'm afraid I can't allow you to tamper with the crime scene, sir."

Fein nodded, not wanting to create any unnecessary tension. "Of course, I understand. Just thought I might be able to help in some way."

He turned to leave the room but made a mental note of the items he had observed inside. The open window, the overturned chair, and the discarded bottle of pills on the nightstand.

As he made his way back to his room, Fein's mind raced with the possibilities. Was it really a suicide, or was foul play involved? He decided to rest and gather his thoughts before reaching any conclusions.

Once inside his room, Fein collapsed onto the bed and stared up at the ceiling. His mind was a whirlwind of ideas and theories, but he knew he needed more information before he could begin to piece together what had happened.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let his mind wander. The gentle hum of the air conditioner filled the room, and the distant sound of voices in the hallway lulled him into a peaceful state.

After a few moments of rest, Fein's mind was clear and focused. He knew what he needed to do next: gather more information and reexamine the clues. The investigation had just begun, and he was determined to find out what really happened in room 407.

...

Fein stood in the center of the hotel lobby, surrounded by the police and hotel staffs. He cleared his throat and spoke with an air of confidence.

"Based on my investigation, the culprit is one of the hotel staffs," Fein announced, looking around at the crowd of people who had gathered.

The police officers exchanged skeptical glances with each other, while the hotel staffs looked shocked and horrified. Fein continued, "I have analyzed the clues and evidence, and have come to the conclusion that the person responsible for the suicide is none other than the hotel's cleaning staff, John."

The police officers stepped forward, looking at Fein with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. "What evidence do you have to support your theory?" asked one of the officers.

Fein smiled slyly. "I have found traces of cleaning solution on the victim's hands, which suggests that the killer was a member of the hotel cleaning staff. John is the only cleaning staff on duty during that time, and he was the last person to see the victim before he died."

The hotel staffs were now looking at John with shock and disbelief. Fein continued, "Furthermore, I have found a cleaning cloth with the victim's blood on it in John's cleaning cart, which confirms that he was involved in the suicide."

John looked down at his feet, guilt written all over his face. The police officers approached him and placed him under arrest. John confessed to the crime, revealing that he had been embezzling money from the hotel and had been caught by the victim, who threatened to expose him. In a fit of rage and desperation, John had pushed the victim to commit suicide.

Fein watched as John was taken away, feeling a sense of satisfaction that justice had been served. He turned to the police officers, "Always remember, in solving crimes, it's not just about following the evidence. It's also about understanding human nature and what motivates people to do the things they do."

The police officers nodded in agreement, impressed by Fein's deduction skills. The hotel staffs looked at him with a newfound respect, realizing that he was not just an eloquent and witty man, but also a skilled detective.

As Fein left the hotel lobby, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in himself. He had solved yet another case, and had done it with finesse and style. He walked away, ready to take on the next challenge that came his way.

...

Fein and Sofia were sitting on the couch in their hotel room, enjoying the comfortable atmosphere and the beautiful view from their balcony. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Fein looked at Sofia, who gave him a curious expression.

Fein got up from the couch and walked towards the door. He opened it to find one of the hotel staff members standing outside.

"Good evening, sir. I'm one of the hotel staff. I was sent to invite you to a small gathering in the hotel lobby. We want to thank you for your help in exposing the culprit. It's the least we can do to show our appreciation," the staff member said with a polite smile.

Fein nodded his head, and after a few minutes, he and Sofia made their way to the hotel lobby. They were greeted by a group of hotel staff members, who had gathered to show their gratitude.

"Mr. Fein, we can't thank you enough for what you've done. We're grateful for your help in finding the culprit," said the hotel manager.

Fein smiled and said, "It was nothing, really. Just a matter of using the art of deduction."

"The art of deduction? What's that?" asked one of the hotel staff members.

Fein's eyes lit up, and he took a deep breath. "Well, it's a technique I use to observe and gather information about a situation, and then use logical reasoning to come to a conclusion."

The staff members looked at Fein with interest, and he continued to explain the technique in detail. He talked about how he had observed the hotel staff members and gathered clues to deduce who the culprit was.

As he spoke, Fein's body became more and more relaxed, and his facial expressions showed his passion for the art of deduction. The hotel staff members listened intently, and some of them even took notes.

In the end, Fein concluded, "The art of deduction is not just a technique, but an art form. It requires patience, observation, and the ability to see things that others may overlook. It's about thinking outside the box and connecting the dots."

The hotel staff members applauded Fein, and the manager said, "Well, Mr. Fein, you certainly have a unique talent. We're lucky to have had you as a guest at our hotel."

Fein and Sofia smiled, feeling proud and satisfied. They had enjoyed their stay at the hotel, and this little gathering had made it even more memorable.