The richest man Yang Fei

Yang Fei sneered and said, "They won't leave until this matter is over! Someone wants to make trouble, so let's make it bigger!"

Chapter 2369 Murder

The eyes of the mouse are shining!

This guy, I'm afraid the world will not be chaotic!

Now that Young Master Fei wants to make trouble, he can laugh out loud just thinking about it!

"Fei Shao, what should I do? Please tell me!"

Yang Fei's eyes sharpened, and he said in a deep voice: "I'm a dragon crossing the river, and I didn't want to cause trouble, but they must pester me! I really think I'm easy to bully! Hmph! Rat, let's do this next."

Waiting in the lobby on the first floor, besides the reporters, there were also several people related to Han Xiuhui's matter.

More than a dozen pairs of big eyes stared closely at the hotel elevator, and some people occasionally cast their eyes on the stairwell.

All in all, no matter where Yang Fei came down from, he would be discovered immediately.

Just when everyone was waiting impatiently, a cleaner strode towards the front desk, shouting repeatedly: "It's bad, it's bad, someone committed suicide by jumping off the building in our hotel!"

At noon, there were few people in the hotel lobby, and the sound was so harsh that it reached everyone's ears.

The manager asked in a deep voice, "Who committed suicide?"

"Manager, look, this is a suicide note! What is written on it? Look at it!" The cleaner handed over a piece of paper in his hand.

The manager took the paper, looked it over, and said in shock: "Someone really jumped off the building! A woman named Han Xiuhui left a suicide note and committed suicide by jumping from the top floor of our hotel!"

The hotel lobby suddenly became chaotic. Some people ran upstairs, some ran outside the door, and some hurriedly grabbed the phone to call the police.

The people waiting here were all shocked.

"Han Xiuhui?"

"Did he just say Han Xiuhui? Is it the Han Xiuhui we are looking for?"

"Did Han Xiuhui commit suicide?"

"Isn't she in Yang Fei's room?"

"That's right! How could she go to the rooftop to commit suicide?"

"Can anyone tell me what happened?"

"Find Han Xiuhui's body quickly! Quick! Quick! Quick!"

"This way!"

"This way!"

There was more chaos in the lobby.

Ten minutes later, several people ran back to the lobby.

"There is no corpse!"

"There are no corpses behind!"

"There are no dead bodies anywhere!"

"Han Xiuhui! Where did she die?"

Everyone's questioning was aimed at the cleaner who discovered Han Xiuhui's suicide note.

"Where did you find the suicide note?"

"Where did Han Xiuhui die?"

"Where did she jump off the building?"

"Say it! You bastard!"

The cleaner looked innocent, looking at this and then that, too horrified to say a word.

Someone yelled, "Where is the suicide note? Let me see if it's true!"

The suicide note was in the manager's hand, so he took it out and handed it to the person calling.

"My God! My God! This is not true!" The man was holding the suicide note, laughing wildly while reading it.

"Not real? Fake suicide note?" Everyone asked.

The man holding the suicide note laughed and cried, "I mean, I don't believe it's real! The suicide note is real! The suicide note is real! It's really Han Xiuhui's handwriting! This is what she wrote of!"

"What you said is true?" someone asked.

"I'm her manager, of course I know it's true!" The manager held his face in his hands, crying uncontrollably, "My Han Xiuhui, why are you really dead?"

"But where did she die? Where is her body?"

"Yeah, where did Han Xiuhui die?" The manager stomped anxiously, waving his hands non-stop.

The security guard at the door yelled, "The police are here!"

All eyes were on the hotel gate.

Several South Korean policemen came over and asked, "Who called the police? What happened?"

You talk, I talk, twitter, talk non-stop.

After listening for a long time, the police finally understood.

"Someone jumped off the building? He left a suicide note, but no body was found? That is to say, the person is not dead? Then we can't get out of this policeman."

"No, Mr. Police, I suspect that someone murdered Miss Han Xiuhui!"

"Who murdered whom?"

"It's a Chinese who killed Miss Han Xiuhui!"

"Chinese? Where?"

"upstairs."

"Is it suicide? Or was it murdered? Tell me clearly! Come one by one! You! Tell me!" The policeman pointed to the manager.

The manager said: "It's like this. We were the first to discover Ms. Han Xiuhui's suicide note and thought she committed suicide. However, we didn't find her body, so we suspect that she was murdered!"