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In the office, there was readily available Seal Ink.
I hurriedly grabbed a sheet of A4 paper and nervously coated all ten of my fingers with Seal Ink, then pressed them firmly onto the paper.
When I lifted my hands, ten full fingerprints were left on the white paper, resembling petals of plum blossoms that had fallen onto the snow.
I picked up the Wine Bottle and carefully compared it.
Even someone with severe myopia could see at a glance: the fingerprints on either side of the Wine Bottle included one from my right thumb and one from my right index finger.
So whose blood was this? Could it belong to Boss Zhao Yi?
I was completely panicked.
I couldn’t remember at all how I had left the bar and checked into the hotel after getting drunk on the eve of the celebration.
I often went to that bar to drink and was quite familiar with the bartender, A San.
Every time I was dead drunk, A San would help me to the nearby Maple Leaf Hotel; this had happened many times before.
I immediately called the bar, but A San hadn’t gone to work yet.
After much effort explaining to the person who answered the phone, I finally got A San’s mobile number.
When I dialed, A San’s groggy voice came through.
I anxiously asked him, "Did you bring me to the Maple Leaf Hotel last night?"
A San paused on the other end of the line for a moment, thinking like an idiot before saying, "No, beautiful. You left with a man."
"What did that man look like?"
"Beautiful, if you don't remember, how can I? There were so many guests at the bar."
"A San, think carefully. This person is very important to me."
"That guy had a buzz cut. You two were chatting in English, and it seemed pretty lively and bold."
After thanking A San, I immediately dialed the front desk of the Maple Leaf Hotel.
The front desk checked my check-in record, and there was only one name registered for room 6046: Anita Mui.
The front desk clerk informed me in her professional tone that this might not necessarily be a fake name and suggested I contact the police.
Many people don’t use their real names when staying at hotels, and hotels generally don’t pursue it. I'm quite cynical and often register under celebrity names.
I've used Marilyn Monroe, Na Ying, Meg Ryan; my favorite name to use is Anita Mui. Whenever I'm in a good mood, I tend to use it.
So, the person registered must be me.
Moreover, judging by the name on the registration, it seemed that my mood that night was quite good.
The Maple Leaf Hotel is known for not having surveillance cameras, a fact well-known in this area.
The hotel is located at the corner of a bar street, making it an ideal spot with excellent timing and location, which has kept its business thriving.
At the front desk, aside from simple check-in records on the computer, they hardly bother to distinguish or document those seeking a night of passion.
So when I asked again who else had checked into Room 6046 with Miss Anita Mui, the front desk clerk directly handed me the contact number for an extramarital affair investigation company.
To my surprise, the clerk even enthusiastically provided me with her own code.
I estimated in my mind that if I really hired that company to investigate an affair, this clerk would surely earn a commission from it.
I shook my head helplessly and hung up the phone in silence.
I took out a lighter from the drawer and slowly crouched beside the table, preparing to burn the A4 paper that bore my fingerprints.
As the white paper gradually turned into flickering black ash under the licking flames, Officer Gao Yi silently stood in front of my desk.
I had no idea when he had pushed the door open and entered.
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