Living in the Hong Kong Film World

Chapter 47 Many Doubts
"Uncle Biao."

Chen Jiaju saw that Uncle Biao and Director Lin got out of the car together, so he rushed to meet him.

"What's going on inside?"

Uncle Biao tucked his hat under his arm, frowning and walked into the hotel.

"The jewelry was stolen, and the thief hasn't found it yet..."

Chen Jiaju followed him and introduced the situation.

"So many people, how could someone steal the jewels from under their noses?"

Uncle Biao looked at the elevator going up, and asked suspiciously: "Didn't it mean that the display cabinets are all made of bulletproof glass, so they can't be opened without a password?"

"But the thief knows the password!"

"Know the password?"

"Yes! The outside of the exhibition hall is guarded. It took less than 5 minutes to lock the exhibition hall and then open it again. However, the thieves opened all the display cabinets in these 5 minutes and did not cause any damage to the display cabinets."

"Then there are traitors in the jewelry company?"

"It should be that the people from the two jewelry companies have already responded to the situation, and the jewelry company is also conducting an internal investigation."

The elevator door opened, and Uncle Biao walked straight into the exhibition hall, came to the wide-open showcase, and took a closer look.

"What's going on? Why would the thief know the password?" He asked two jewelry company workers.

"We can't figure it out either." The staff member said with a sad face: "The password will only be generated after the showcase is locked. Before that, even the people in our company didn't know the password, and we didn't know how the thief knew it. "

Uncle Biao thought for a while and asked, "Could it be that the thief has an internal response in your company, and after the password is generated here, the password is immediately obtained there, and then sent back to him to carry out the theft?"

"Impossible. The three executives of our company keep the password. Only they know the password. One of them is the actual owner of the jewelry. How could they steal the jewelry?"

Uncle Biao thought for a while, and said, "It's not uncommon for guards to steal themselves, and the suspicion cannot be completely eliminated."

When he came to the opening of the ventilation duct, he stepped forward to take a closer look, and asked, "Find out where the thief left from?"

Chen Jiaju said: "I went in and looked, the pipe leads to the toilet outside."

Hearing what he said, Uncle Biao was even more puzzled.

"I suspect the thieves hid in the ventilation ducts ahead of time, and they were probably hotel staff because they were the only ones who could get close."

Uncle Biao checked the broken video amplifier, and went to the window to stare carefully at the broken window glass for a long time. A picture appeared in his mind.

There are two thieves, one is responsible for covering and the other is responsible for carrying out the theft.

The thief on the opposite side shot and destroyed the video amplifier first, creating an opportunity for the accomplices in the exhibition hall. At the same time, the thief in the exhibition hall took the opportunity to lock the door, quickly came to the showcase, entered the password, opened the showcase, and took away the jewelry , and then got into the ventilation duct to leave...

But there are too many doubts in it.

How did the thief know where the camera was located?

How did they know the password of the showcase?
Most importantly, where did the burglar go after leaving the ventilation duct?

Is he still in the hotel, or has he fled?

If he is still in the hotel, why haven't we found any trace of him until now?

If he had already fled, how did he leave after all the searches?
You must know that the police and security personnel responded quickly enough. After the thieves committed the theft, they immediately blocked the hotel and no one could leave.

How did he do that?
Is he a ghost?Can be invisible?
Uncle Biao sighed secretly, it wasn't that he was thinking about it, it was because this case was too bizarre, he couldn't figure out how the thief did it.

He looked back at the amplifier, then at the roof of the opposite building, and estimated the distance. Uncle Biao was horrified.

From such a long distance, one shot can smash the amplifier accurately. Not many people in the Flying Tigers can do this accuracy, right?

It's a good thing that the thief only wanted to make money and didn't want to kill his life. Otherwise, several of the brothers sent here might have died in the line of duty.

Pointing to the opposite side, he asked, "How's the situation over there?"

Chen Jiaju said: "The brothers in the second group have already passed away and found the gun used by the shooter. It is a Swiss-made SSG3000."

"What about that person?"

Uncle Biao was a little annoyed: "Could it be that both of them ran away?"

Chen Jiaju was a little helpless: "The brothers in the second group have already rushed there immediately, and they should not be able to escape. They are investigating over there."

Uncle Biao took two steps, turned around and said, "Go and have a look!"

Taking the elevator down again, they came to the lobby, where they just ran into the second batch of supporting police officers.

"Uncle Biao."

"Uncle Biao..."

Nodding his head, Uncle Biao told them, "You seal off the building and check from top to bottom, floor by floor. The thieves are probably still inside the hotel building."

"Yes!"

At the entrance of the hall, the hotel staff were gathered together and were questioned one by one.

Looking through the list, the police officer in charge of taking notes asked suspiciously: "Isn't that right? Are all the hotel staff here? Isn't there a garbage collector? Where did he go?"

The lobby manager was a little puzzled, and said: "All the employees of our hotel are here, and it is Aunt Guo who collects the garbage on the first floor, that's her."

Seeing Aunt Guo, the policeman shook his head and said, "It's not her, it's a man, not tall, with a crew cut..."

Suddenly, a gust of wind passed by, and Chen Jiaju, who had already walked to the entrance of the hall with Uncle Biao, rushed back and asked loudly, "What did you say? Where did you see that man?"

The police officer was startled by him, and then said: "Just after the hotel was sealed off, a male employee came to collect garbage at the door of the men's toilet over there, and I told him not to wander around..."

Speaking of this, the police officer also realized that something was wrong, and Chen Jiaju had already turned around and ran towards the monitoring room downstairs.

The police officer in charge of investigation and monitoring was almost bumped by Chen Jiaju who rushed in in a hurry. Chen Jiaju rushed to the security guard in the monitoring room and asked, "Which one is the monitoring screen in the lobby on the first floor today?"

Pointing to a display screen, the security guard said, "This one is on now, and the tape is inside."

"Tune to the time after the jewelry theft!"

According to the security guard's words, the monitoring screen was adjusted back to the time period before the jewelry was stolen, and the screen played normally.

Uncle Biao and the recording police officer also followed, standing behind and watching.

"Further, further..." Chen Jiaju stared at the screen while letting the security guard fast forward.

"Okay! Stop! Just here, play at normal speed!"

In the picture, the police officers of the second group quickly ran to the entrance of the lobby and sealed off the hotel.

After a while, the police officer who took the notes in the picture suddenly rushed in one direction and said something. In the corner of the picture, a man in the uniform of a hotel staff was carrying a black plastic bag and swaggering towards the men's room.

"stop!"

Chen Jiaju almost pressed his face to the monitor.

"it's him!"

Looking back at Uncle Biao, Chen Jiaju swore, "He is the one who knocked me down at the abandoned factory that day! The 'doctor' was also killed by him!"

Uncle Biao took a step forward, stared carefully at the figure in the picture, and muttered, "So it's him?"

Because of the resolution of the camera, the resolution of the picture is not high, but the outline and general appearance of the man can be clearly seen.

Rubbing his chin, Uncle Biao suddenly asked, "What time did he appear?"

"It's 12:35 noon."

Uncle Biao estimated the time and became even more puzzled. At this time, the security personnel upstairs had already started searching. How did he get down to the first floor?

Could it be that there is a third person to cooperate?
In the picture, the man with the crew cut was already walking towards the back of the hall with a garbage bag in his hand. That direction happened to be the direction leading to the back door of the hotel.

"Hey!"

Chen Jiaju punched the table angrily, and said angrily, "He must have run out!"

Uncle Biao thinks so too. At this time, in addition to dozens of police officers, there are more than 100 personnel from the security company in the hotel, who are searching floor by floor. If that person is still in the hotel, they would have found him long ago.

Was he really able to escape?
Uncle Biao sighed, but he was not disappointed. Anyway, this was a breakthrough.

He picked up his police cap, patted Chen Jiaju on the shoulder, and said, "Go! Go and see the other side!"

"Uncle Biao, there are many reporters outside the hotel."

A police officer suddenly ran over to report to Uncle Biao.

"Why do these paparazzi come here so fast?" Chen Jiaju cursed in a low voice.

Uncle Biao was not surprised, such a big event must not be hidden, the reporter will find out sooner or later.

When the two came outside the hotel, they were immediately flooded by flashing lights.

Dozens of reporters crowded outside the cordon, holding out their microphones and shouting questions at them.

"Officer! Is it true that the Russian royal jewels exhibited at Cointreau tonight have been stolen?"

"May I ask if the thieves have anything to do with the 'doctors' gang announced by the police? Are they the remnants of the 'doctors' gang?"

"May I ask if the thief was caught? Did he escape?"

……

The noisy questioning made Chen Jiaju and Chen Jiaju dizzy from the quarrel. Uncle Biao raised one hand and said "no comment" repeatedly. Finally, under the escort of his colleagues, he came to the Regal Hotel opposite.

The reporters refused to leave, and followed, besieging the entrance of Regal Hotel.

The Regal Hotel is much messier than the Cointreau Hotel, because there are many staying guests inside, who are being inspected batch by batch.

"I have to catch an afternoon flight to Singapore to discuss business! Are you worthy of delaying my work?"

"I have a heart condition, can I change to a quiet place? The noise here makes me breathless..."

"I lost something on the other side, not here. What are you doing here to mess with us? Are we still in business?"

The police officers were nervously taking notes while dealing with the guests and the person in charge of the hotel.

Seeing this chaotic scene, Uncle Biao couldn't help frowning, and turned his head to Chen Jiaju and said, "You can also help with the record! I'll go upstairs and have a look."

"Yes."

Chen Jiaju responded, and Uncle Biao stopped him again and said: "People who have no problems, hurry up and evacuate. If the thief is among these people, beware of him violently hurting others."

"clear."

Chen Jiaju nodded, and came to the information desk that was temporarily set up with tables. The guests waiting for the investigation stood in several lines and stood in front of the table.

He took the pen and paper, and said to the person in front of him, "Please sit down, please show your ID card."

"What? Canyou speak English?"

Chen Jiaju raised his head, looked at the man in front of him, and said in English, "Please show your ID card or passport."

The man in front of him handed over a passport, Chen Jiaju took a look, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

Sir George, is this fake foreign devil a petty nobleman?

Suddenly, the man in front of him called out his name.

"Chen Jiaju?"

"Huh?" Chen Jiaju looked up suspiciously: "How do you know my name? You can speak Cantonese?"

"No." The man shook his head, pointed to the police officer's ID card on his chest, and said in English with a smile, "I have a friend in Singapore who also has this name, and he taught me how to read it."

(End of this chapter)