In the hallway outside the suites on the hotel's top floor, rooms lined both sides, so even though it was nearly noon, the corridor was still rather dim—especially with the timed automatic lights off.
The automatic ventilation system ran on every floor, and the place was cleaned regularly and scented with air freshener. Still, perhaps because the luxury suites were carpeted, a faint, strange musty smell always lingered in the air. No matter what, it just wouldn't go away.
At that moment, on the hotel's top floor, Shi Han, one of the floor attendants, clutched a key card in her hand. Her fingertips trembled slightly as she kept glancing toward the elevator in the distance, her face full of anxiety and unease. It was hard to tell what she was so afraid of.
At last!
Ding-dong—!
The elevator's display reached the top floor, and a crisp chime rang out. Then she saw Xiuying, a front-desk attendant in the same hotel uniform, step out of the elevator. She was straightening a shift handover log as she hurried over to Shi Han.
A moment later, Xiuying reached her.
Shi Han noticed that Xiuying looked a little pale. Her gaze kept darting toward the end of the hallway, and she glanced at the watch on her wrist from time to time, as though she were afraid of something and wanted to get away as quickly as possible.
So!
Shi Han couldn't hold back any longer. She hurriedly lowered her voice and asked:
"Sister Xiuying, I heard you checked in a guest last night, right?"
"Was it a man or a woman?"
"What time did they check in?"
Her voice was so quiet that only the colleague in front of her could hear. She didn't know whether it was because she was afraid of