The Richest Man Yang Fei

The mouse's eyes shine!

This guy is afraid that the world will not be in chaos!

Now Fei Shao wants to do something, and he can laugh out loud just thinking about it!

"Master Fei, what should I do? Please tell me!"

Yang Fei's eyes were sharp and he said in a deep voice: "I am a dragon crossing the river. I didn't want to cause trouble, but they insisted on pestering me! They really thought I was easy to bully! Huh! Mouse, let's do this next..."

Waiting in the lobby on the first floor, in addition to reporters, there were also several people related to Han Xiuhui's incident.

More than a dozen pairs of big eyes were staring at the hotel elevator, and some occasionally cast their gaze on the stairwell.

All in all, no matter where Yang Fei comes down, he will be discovered immediately.

Just when everyone was waiting impatiently, a cleaner strode to the front desk and shouted: "No, no, no, someone committed suicide by jumping off the building in our hotel!"

At noon, there were few people in the hotel lobby, but the sound was so harsh that it reached everyone's ears.

The manager asked in a deep voice: "Who committed suicide?"

"Manager, look, this is a suicide note! What is written on it? Look!" The cleaner handed over a piece of paper in his hand.

The manager took the paper, read it over, and said in shock: "Someone really jumped off the building! A woman named Han Xiuhui left a suicide note and committed suicide by jumping from the top floor of our hotel!"

The hotel lobby suddenly became a mess. Some people ran upstairs, some ran out the door, and some hurriedly grabbed the phone to call the police.

Everyone waiting here was shocked.

"Han Xiuhui?"

"Did he just say Han Xiuhui? Is it the Han Xiuhui we are looking for?"

"Did Han Xiuhui commit suicide?"

"Isn't she in Yang Fei's room?"

"Yes! How could she go to the rooftop to commit suicide?"

"Can anyone tell me what happened?"

"Go find Han Xiuhui's body! Quick! Quick! Quick!"

"This way!"

"This way!"

The lobby is even more chaotic.

Ten minutes later, several people ran back to the lobby.

"There's no body!"

"There's no body behind there either!"

"There are no bodies anywhere!"

"Han Xiuhui! Where did he die?"

Everyone's questions were directed at the cleaner who found Han Xiuhui's suicide note.

"Where did you find the suicide note?"

"Where did Han Xiuhui die?"

"Where did she jump from the building?"

"Say it! You bastard!"

The cleaner looked innocent, looking at this and that, too horrified to say a word.

Someone shouted: "Where is the suicide note? Let me see if it is true!"

The suicide note was in the manager's hand. He took it out and handed it to the person who called out.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! This is not true!" The man held the suicide note and laughed crazily while reading it.

"Not true? A fake suicide note?" everyone asked.

The man holding the suicide note smiled but started to cry: "I mean, I don't believe this is true! The suicide note is real! The suicide note is real! This is really Han Xiuhui's handwriting! This is what she wrote of!"

"Are you telling the truth?" someone asked.

"I am her agent, of course I know this is true!" The agent held her face in her hands and burst into tears, "My Han Xiuhui, how come you are really dead?"

"But where did she die? Where are her remains?"

"Yes, where did Han Xiuhui die?" The manager stamped his feet anxiously and kept waving his hands.

The security guard at the door shouted: "The police are coming!"

Everyone looked towards the hotel door.

Several Korean police officers came over and asked, "Who called the police? What happened?"

Everyone said something to me, chattering non-stop.

After listening for a long time, the police finally understood.

"Someone jumped off the building? A suicide note was left, but no body was found? In other words, the person was not dead? Then we can't get out of the police."

"No, Mr. Police, I suspect someone murdered Miss Han Xiuhui!"

"Who murdered whom?"

"It was a Chinese who killed Miss Han Xiuhui!"

"Chinese? Where?"

"upstairs."

"Did he commit suicide? Or was he murdered? Tell me clearly! Come one by one! You! You tell me!" The policeman pointed at the agent.

The agent said: "That's right. We first discovered Miss Han Xiuhui's suicide note and thought she committed suicide. However, we didn't find her body, so we suspect she was murdered!"

The policeman said: "Where is the suspect? Take us to ask about the situation!"

The agent said: "I will lead the way. Please go this way."

A group of people went upstairs noisily.

At this time, in an inconspicuous corner nearby, there were several people sitting on the sofa with their backs to this side.

Zhou Shaojie was present.

"Mr. Zhou, the police went upstairs to find Yang Fei." Bodyguard Tao Jun stepped forward and whispered.

"Is that woman definitely dead?"

"Should be dead."

"Should? I want accurate information! Go and find out!"

"Okay, Mr. Zhou." Tao Jun retreated in response.

The police rang the doorbell of Yang Fei's room.

Mouse and Ma Feng came out of the opposite room and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

"We are looking for the person who lives in this room!" The policeman revealed his identity, "Is he your friend? Tell him to open the door quickly!"

Mouse asked calmly: "Excuse me, what can I do?"

"He is suspected of murder!"

"Haha, this is impossible. I think you must have made a mistake!"

"If you are mistaken, you will know after asking him! Open the door quickly!" The policeman impatiently slapped the door with his hand.

Mo Zi and Ma Feng looked at each other and sneered.

After more than a minute, the door was opened.

Yang Fei was wearing pajamas, yawned, stood at the door, rubbed his eyes, and asked: "Mouse, what's the matter?"

Mouse smiled and said: "Master Fei, excuse me. The police came to inquire about the case and said that you were involved in a murder case!"

"Murder?" Yang Fei then opened his eyes and looked at the person in front of him, "Hey, so many people are here? Since I am suspected of murder, please come inside to talk! I want to see it, I, Yang Fei, kill Who!”

The two policemen who came seemed a little familiar when they heard Yang Fei's name, but they didn't think much about it. They were just slightly startled and walked into Yang Fei's room.

The police first looked around, then carefully checked every corner, looking for possible clues.

"Hair! Women's hair!" The agent's sharp eyes actually found a long hair on the bed, and he immediately started shouting, as if he had discovered a new world.

Yang Fei said calmly: "Is this also a policeman?"

The policeman did not answer his question, but put on white gloves, took the hair, and asked Yang Fei: "Whose is this?"

Yang Fei said: "It belongs to my secretary!"

The agent shouted: "No, I'm sure this is Han Xiuhui's hair! Han Xiuhui has been here! Han Xiuhui was killed by him!"

At this time, Chen Mo came over and asked, "What's going on? So many people are here?"

Yang Fei pointed to the hair in the police's hand and smiled self-deprecatingly: "The police said that I murdered the owner of this hair!"

Chen Mo held his own hair in his hand, put it together with the hair in the policeman's hand, and said with a smile: "This is my hair! Look at the color, texture, and length. Are they exactly the same?"

After careful comparison, the policeman frowned and said, "It's hers."