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Chapter 162 Dreams Fly Out of the Skylight
It was already evening when the police left.

After seeing the group of police officers off, the fat man glanced back at the clock on the wall: "This interrogation took quite a while; it's past four now."

The Lantern Festival event starts at 7 p.m., so they have less than three hours to go.

By this time, it was already getting a little dark.

The fat man noticed that the light was on in the room diagonally opposite. He stared at the door with a strange expression: "It was like this the last few times..."

Gu Mian picked up the guitar bag next to the door: "How about this?"

The fat man gestured towards the door with his lip: "That's the room. The lights turn on immediately whenever it gets a little dark."

It's a little past four in the afternoon. Although the sky isn't as bright as before, it's not dark enough to warrant turning on the lights.

But the room opposite them turns on its lights at roughly the same time every day.

"Speaking of which, aren't the people staying in that house across the street going to the event today?" the fat man asked hesitantly. "If they have that much money to stay in a hotel, getting event tickets shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Gu Mian glanced at the fat man: "Why do you care about everything, including whether other people go to the event or not?"

The fat man chuckled: "That does seem to make sense."

At this moment, Chu Changge was standing next to the bright window.

After most of the day had passed, the area below had been cleaned up. Police tape had been put up around the tent where the murder had occurred, and few people dared to go near it.

Although the current social situation is special and it is inconvenient to investigate cases, we still need to do some superficial work to avoid causing panic among the people.

There were originally five people in the tent. One of them died, and the remaining four men were taken away, presumably to question the deceased.

At this moment, the people below were all rushing towards the event location.

The event venue is Hengdian World Studios, which is not far from here; it takes about half an hour to walk there.

Chu Changge saw that the people below had packed up their tents and were moving in groups of three or five in one direction.

Most of the people who set up tents here have come from other places. Under such circumstances, most people would not dare to travel alone, so they all come in groups.

The fat man also moved closer to Chu Changge, looking down at the crowd with him: "Speaking of which... are all these people allowed into the activity area?"

He recalled that tickets to the event seemed to be hard to come by.

"Most people can only look around from outside the event area," Chu Changge said. "Many people here came hoping to get away with it."

The vast majority of people below likely did not receive an admission ticket to the event.

But that doesn't stop them from having unrealistic fantasies.

"What if something unexpected happens and they let me in?"

"What if I find a ticket at the door?"

"What if I run into an old man with a white beard who just gives me an admission ticket?"

Such an unrealistic idea will certainly not come to fruition.

Gu Mian and her group went downstairs when the crowd was not too dense. When they came down, the lights were still on in the room opposite, and the people inside were not moving at all, as if they had no intention of participating in the event.

When the group went down to the first floor, they saw the owner standing in front of the counter. The owner was a little overweight, and his face looked somewhat haggard, probably because he hadn't slept well for several nights.

"Ah," the boss spotted them immediately, yawning, "You guys want to go check out the film studio too? Go ahead, go ahead, it's pretty dangerous there, I'm not planning on going..."

Gu Mian thought the reason the boss didn't go was probably because he hadn't gotten a ticket to the event.

And if he leaves, there will be no one to look after his little hotel.

This hotel has been open for several years. Theoretically, it shouldn't be able to stay open under the current circumstances. Fortunately, there are troops stationed nearby, and there are daily patrols. If any criminals do happen, they can be killed immediately. So the owner can still run the hotel with trepidation.

After yawning, the shop owner hesitated before asking, "Speaking of which, have you met the guest who lives across the street from you?"

There was still some time before the event started, so Gu Mian wasn't in a hurry to get going.

He stroked his chin: "You mean that one with the really nice voice?"

The boss nodded and asked again, "Have you seen it before?"

Gu Mian shook her head: "No, what's wrong?"

The innkeeper then showed an anxious expression, but it didn't last long before he continued, "It's nothing, I was just asking. Oh, and there's one more thing..."

"You know someone died next to our hotel today, right? I know the five people in that tent; they're all locals, their homes aren't far from here... I heard from the police that they had a grudge against you?"

The boss's words contained a lot of information.

If they are locals, why would they specifically set up a tent in front of the hotel to stay?

The boss stammered again, "Actually, there are some things I shouldn't say. I'm also quite afraid the place will be vandalized, but since you're all my customers, I still have to remind you..."

You'd better be careful if you go out... they might follow you.

The boss spoke very softly, as if afraid of being overheard.

Gu Mian nodded slightly: "Thank you."

The boss waved his hand: "You're welcome, you're welcome."

The crowd outside had thinned out by then. Gu Mian glanced outside and then walked out of the hotel.

Chu Changge and the fat man followed.

As he left, the fat man was still clutching his camera tightly: "Hey doctor, I haven't had a chance to take any photos today, how about we take one now?"

Gu Mian shook her head: "No need, we should be able to use this for tonight's event."

The fat man then put his camera away.

They walked forward for a while longer and finally approached the film studio.

It turned out that those who didn't get tickets had no chance to participate in the event at all.

Because a cordon had been set up around the film studio, those who still had ulterior motives were kept out.

Starting tomorrow, the author really needs to update at a breakneck pace, otherwise there won't be enough words for this month. I need to write at least 35 words in the remaining days of the month. (Tearfully rushing to finish the manuscript - JPG)
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