"Miss waitress, could you show us the identity information of Qian Yuanhua?" the female painter suggested.
The waitress immediately led us to the front desk, then operated on a computer before printing a document and handing it to us. "Here it is!"
Looking at the photo on it, I couldn't help but smile wryly. "Miss, don't you know that people are not allowed to wear glasses on their ID photos? If I'm not mistaken, the man you saw earlier was also wearing glasses, wasn't he?"
"That's right, how did you know..."
"You should get lost!" I said coldly. She immediately realized the mistake she had made, and then Zhou Zijuan also scolded, "Officer He is right, how can you have no common sense at all."
"I, I saw he was very generous with his money and gave us a thousand yuan tip. That's a thousand, normally customers only give us a few hundred. I thought someone like that couldn't possibly have any problems. How could such a rich person be a criminal!"
"Heh, what kind of logic is that? Have you heard of John Wayne Gacy from America? Born in 1942 into a lower-class family in the United States. Most of the most heinous criminals in the world had unhappy childhoods, and John Wayne Gacy was no exception.
His father was a hot-tempered soldier who made a living as a car mechanic after his military service, often getting drunk and abusive. As a child, Gacy was a shy, chubby boy who didn't like to go out and play. He preferred to stay at home and play with his mother and sister. His father strongly disapproved of this and would often beat Gacy severely, and frequently shamed him for not being man enough. 'I see you'll grow up to be a homosexual,' his father would say to Gacy.
Having grown up in such a terrible family environment, Gacy's character was marked by evil from an early age.
He later enrolled in Northwest Business College, graduated, and became an ordinary employee in a company. He lived and worked by the book, and even married a beautiful woman from a good family.
Gacy's wife came from a wealthy background. Her father owned three KFC restaurants in Iowa. To help his son-in-law's family, her father asked Gacy to move there with his wife and two children and manage the business for him. Gacy handled everything smoothly, and soon became the vice president of the local Junior Chamber of Commerce. However, by the 1970s, he had become a terrifying serial killer, having consecutively assaulted and murdered 33 young and handsome boys. His brain was removed after his death..."
I said disdainfully, while Dao Zhiyong next to me quickly added, "That's right, many wealthy businessmen are actually involved in perverted killings, and this is very closely related to their past experiences. There's another American wealthy businessman named Robert Durst. During his lifetime, he was repeatedly investigated for his ex-wife's disappearance, the murder of a close friend, and the murder of a neighbor. He even disguised himself as a mute woman and lived incognito. He was imprisoned from 2004 to 2006 for the murder of a neighbor, and it wasn't until 2021 that he was sentenced to life imprisonment for the murder of a close friend in 2000."
"Exactly, especially in developed countries, these situations occur frequently. So, Miss Waitress, do you know how foolish your actions were? If it weren't for you letting him check in, perhaps no one would have died here..."
"So you all think this is indirectly my fault..."
As we spoke, the old woman, for some reason, angrily pointed at the waitress. "No! Since you let him in, you might be an accomplice to the murderer. I even suspect that you let him in intentionally! But you're pretending to be ignorant now, aren't you?"
For some reason, the old woman had also exercised her deductive abilities. Some people at the time thought she made sense, and I was also momentarily swayed by her. However, Xiao Yuande quickly said, "We can't contact the outside world right now, and we don't know if Miss Waitress and Qian Yuanhua know each other. Madam, these are just conjectures at the moment. What we need to do now is not to deduce the murderer, but to find a way to leave here, do you understand?"
At this moment, I shook my head. "Reinforcements will likely arrive, but if they don't arrive in time, and if the murderer continues to kill while our attention is on contacting the outside, it will be very dangerous. Conversely, if we find the murderer and control him, we will be safe!"
"So, you think we should find the murderer first and then worry about other things?" Xiao Yuande, who usually had no different opinion from me, seemed a little angry for some reason this time.
I nodded solemnly. At this point, the female painter, for some reason, said again, "I think, the situation now is already quite clear. Besides Zhou Zijuan, the waitress is also a suspect. Both of them could be Qian Yuanhua's accomplices, of course, this is based on the assumption that Qian Yuanhua is indeed the murderer. If not, then all these deductions are useless."
"Why are you always targeting me? Is it just because I'm the owner here?" Zhou Zijuan's eyes reddened with grievance as she looked at the female painter.
"Even though we are both women, I have always looked down on criminals!"
"It really wasn't me. I didn't have the opportunity to commit the crime at the time. Don't slander me!"
"No? Don't you know the environment of the hot spring resort best?"
He Xin interjected at this moment, "If the owner wanted to kill someone, she wouldn't do it in her own establishment, right? Wouldn't that immediately make us suspect her? Shouldn't she find a hidden place outside? Miss Painter, don't you know this?"
As if a little tongue-tied, the female painter still thought for a moment and retorted, "Or perhaps she knew you police would think that way, so she did the opposite, is that not possible?"
"There is such a possibility, but it's rare..." He Xin replied helplessly, looking at me.
At this moment, Dao Zhiyong was chewing betel nut, still examining the trigger.
Suddenly, he seemed to have found something, and signaled us to come over. Xie Chuchu was guarding the body at the time.
"What is it, Zhiyong?"
"Do you see this half of a fingernail inside the trigger? It's painted with nail polish!"
As Dao Zhiyong spoke, we all looked at everyone's fingers. Purple nail polish. Theoretically, only women wear nail polish. Soon, the women were being watched by the men.
But I didn't see any of them showing signs of nervousness, including Watanabe Yumi.