Li Wei hadn't expected a single séance to cause so much trouble.
A death was fine. He had been mentally prepared for that, and since the dead man was that idiot manager, he cared even less. People had a way of courting death. It wasn't as though he hadn't tried to stop the man earlier, but the man had refused to listen. There was nothing Li Wei could do.
But a disappearance... that was another matter entirely.
Li Wei went over every inch of the guest room and finally had to admit that he had encountered the sort of case best suited to a detective-and least suited to him.
A locked-room mystery!
If one of those genuine great detectives had been here, they would probably have perked up instantly, more excited than if they'd been high on drugs.
But Li Wei was a latecomer to the detective business, and locked-room mysteries were what he hated most.
The couple's guest room had the same layout as Inspector Lestrade's. It was small, with a bed, a wardrobe, a bookcase, and a chair. There was no balcony, and both the window and the door were shut tight. There was only one key, which the wife had. She also said that after bringing her child back to the room, she had locked the door from the inside. Even someone with a key couldn't have opened it from outside.
Li Wei carefully scanned the room with [Investigation], but found no trace of the girl's footprints near the door. It was as though she had vanished into thin air.
"Let's go downstairs."
Li Wei frowned deeply as he looked around the room he had already searched. What bothered him wasn't the girl's disappearance, but the couple's wailing and shouting. Even when he wanted to conduct a