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Manager Zhang furrowed his brows, his face darkening.

The waitress was only fidgeting internally but dared not to say anything, while the young lady was so angry that her beautiful eyes widened significantly.

"What right do you have to imprison me? Who believes he still has accomplices, you aren't just trying to gloss over the matter because the military can't find the murderer, are you?" she yelled, furious and exasperated.

Due to the vigorous resistance, a room door near the public restroom on the second floor opened, and someone peeked out to quietly observe the situation outside.

Then they saw outside in the hallway, a soldier stationed every five meters on both sides, with three people squeezed at the entrance of the public restroom: the hotel person in charge, the waitress, and a man in a black suit showing half of his body.

No one knew what had happened there, but the woman's angry voice was very intense.

The adjutant, looking impatient, dug at his ear, while the Capital Commandant remained expressionless, unaffected by the penetrating magic sound, until the woman was tired of cursing. Then he looked up at Manager Zhang with a darkened face.

The Capital Commandant calmly said, "Once you come to District Thirteen, you follow the rules of District Thirteen. If Manager Zhang is not satisfied, he can join in."

The young lady looked up in shock at the man behind her, her face full of grievance and pleading.

Manager Zhang showed dissatisfaction on his face, yet he gently touched the young lady's cheek and spoke softly, "Forget it, the Major Commandant is also right. Whether or not this person has accomplices, or even if he is the murderer, he could pose a threat to you, so just let them protect you for now."

The adjutant smirked smugly.

With everything settled and Manager Zhang giving up resistance, she had even less chance; the young lady glared furiously at the adjutant and quickly left.

The female waitress was at a loss, until two soldiers came over and led them to an unoccupied room for temporary accommodation.

After all unrelated bystanders had left, the Capital Commandant turned to the adjutant, his dark eyes boring into him as he said, "Why... did you decide to keep these two?"

There was a slight pause in his tone.

The adjutant naturally replied, "Because, if the person behind this really has some agenda, our control over these people will certainly make the opponent wary, thinking we've discovered something."

"You intend to draw the person out?" the Capital Commandant narrowed his eyes.

Said that way, it seemed there was no issue.

If that person was still in the hotel and indeed left some evidence.

Confident in his plan, the adjutant nodded, "Exactly, anyway, regardless of the outcome, this choice has no loss for us. It's just an opportunistic move."

The Capital Commandant responded with a noncommittal hum, stroking the gold and crimson badge in his hand before turning and leaving the place.

Diagonally across was room 211, which was the accommodation of the deceased from the public restroom.

After the room door was opened with the master key, the two entered, then instructed a soldier to start searching the room.

This kind of task didn't require them to do it themselves, but the adjutant, apparently an active and lively person, looked around the room.

"The deceased had the habit of reading the morning paper," the adjutant remarked casually, picking up the newspaper on the coffee table by the sofa.

Two morning papers, one from yesterday and one from today.

The morning papers in District Thirteen mostly reported on military events, with few civilian affairs, as the iron-fisted military maintained good public order.

The social event for elites at the end of the month was also a major topic of recent conversation.

But now, that group of elites was confined in the Five-star Hotel.

It wasn't long before a soldier brought out the deceased's suitcase, but upon opening it, they found nothing but clothes and no extra suspicious items.

Oh, there was also a medical record.

The Capital Commandant reached out and took the medical record issued by some hospital, flipping through it.

The deceased had suffered from a rather severe pulmonary disease, and the medical record showed advice from more than one doctor, indicating the deceased had sought treatment at multiple hospitals.

The most recent consultation date listed was October 20th, two days ago.

The day before the deceased checked into the hotel.

The Capital Commandant tilted his head and suddenly asked, "Recently at the Five-star Hotel, have any doctors checked in?"

The adjutant leaned in to look at the medical record and said, "I don't know if there are doctors, but the medical standard in District Thirteen is indeed very good. Moreover, this month's social event for elites is likely to attract doctors from other places for academic discussion."

Located on the border, facilitating the exchange between two nations, the social event for elites in District Thirteen usually lasts two months, effectively constituting the social season of the year.

The Capital Commandant silently put down the medical record, emptied the contents of the suitcase and then weighed it, pausing suddenly.

"Smash it," the Capital Commandant said indifferently.

The adjutant's eyebrows twitched.

The soldiers obeyed the instruction absolutely, proceeding to dismantle the suitcase with their bare hands, violently smashing it to pieces!

The room echoed with thunderous crashes, the sounds directly transmitting to the corridor through the door that hadn't been closed.

Immediately after, a gun fell out from the broken seams of the suitcase.

The adjutant's eyebrows jumped continuously, "Be more careful next time. What if it accidentally exploded while doing this."

The Capital Commandant did not speak, he picked up the gun and examined it carefully, then naturally clipped it to the left side of his waist—suddenly, he was carrying two guns.

Then, the two of them looked around room 211 for any other items, and seeing no additional anomalies, turned and left again.

Now it was time to check on the guests.

...

...

Time trickled by slowly.

The guests left in the lobby were restless and impatient. Unable to vent their anger on the military, the hotel staff bore the brunt of the scolding.

Due to special circumstances, the hotel decided to offer complimentary meals to the guests, hoping the delicious food might quell their anger.

After all, as the top-tier hotel in District 13, both the services and food had to be exceptional, otherwise, it would not attract so many celebrities to frequent it.

The signature tea snacks here indeed caused everyone's anger to subside momentarily.

In the corner booth on the left side, a noblewoman sat alone, tasting her food with serenity, oblivious to the strictly guarding soldiers surrounding her.
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Throughout the entire incident, she had not shown any strong emotions.

The woman held a small knife, carefully and slowly cutting the steak on the plate, her actions dignified and elegant, completely at odds with the tense atmosphere in the lobby.

It was only after finishing the entire refined steak and wiping her mouth that she stood up and walked towards the front desk.

"Hello, I would like the key for room 304," the woman said.

"Sure, may I see your identification, please?" the front desk attendent replied immediately.

Even though the hotel was under military control, the routine service still had to be conducted well.

The woman passed over her identification, and after confirming it matched the registered guest, the front desk handed over the key card housed there.

Some guests, worried about losing their key cards, would leave them at the front desk when going out, as it was also convenient for retrieval.

Receiving the room card, the woman headed up the stairs on the left, the closest stairway to rooms 1-6. As for rooms 7-11, no matter which way you went, they were neither close nor far, right in the middle.

Upon reaching the third floor, the soldier guarding the stairwell stopped her.

"What is it?" The woman raised an eyebrow, her stern expression exuding a degree of authority.

"Please show your room card," the soldier said expressionlessly.

"Here." Without any fuss, the woman held the card between her fingertips, displaying the room number "304." After seeing this, the soldier withdrew his obstructing hand.

Subsequently, the woman strode toward her room, but upon passing room 302, she noticed its door was open. Inside, two officers were directing a soldier as they searched the room.

Meanwhile, the room's occupant lay on the floor with a bruised and swollen face, moaning.

Clearly, he had been unwilling to cooperate and had consequently received a bout of physical enforcement.

Seeing this, the woman stopped in her tracks, leisurely leaning at the door and watching for a while until the Major Commandant suddenly turned his head to look at her, their gazes meeting without expression.

The woman's stern face broke into a polite smile, "Good to see you, Major Commandant."

After the greeting, she turned away without paying any more attention to the reactions of those in the room, and went straight to her own door, room 304, and swiped her card to open it.

Click.

The gentle sound of the door opening and closing was heard.

In room 303, Xu Shuo sat quietly on the sofa, reading a medical tome.