"I'm Detective Maurice from the B.P.D (Baymard Police Department).... and these are my associates.

We're here with a search warrant for room 229 and room 230."

"_"

Knowing who they were, one of the receptionists quickly dashed towards the manager's office as fast as he could.

In cases like these, he had to let his manager or supervisor handle these sticky situations at all times.

As they waited for the manager to arrive, several people within the lobby poked their heads towards the officers in attempts to decipher why they were here.

"Eh?.... why are the receptionists running about like that?

Are those some sort of important people?"

"Why would important people choose to come down to this hotel?

From my understanding, most rich people liked to live in the luxurious hotels in District D.... as for us ordinary visitors from Carona, of course would still choose this Hotel in District G over and over again since this place is so darn cheap and also classy.

So since they also like this place, then maybe they're just regular people as well?"

"_"

As the onlookers spoke, several people who had been walking past the reception area when the detectives and his team had arrived, quickly went over to gossip about what they had heard with their friends and families.

"What?..... you're saying that they are actually police officers on duty?

Then why didn't they wear their uniforms insteady?

Hmmp!..... you're lying again right old Wang?

How many times have I told you that lying will only kill you slowly?"

"You...you!.... I'm telling the truth I tell yah!

And besides..... aren't you my wife?

Aren't you supposed to believe in me no matter what?"

"It's precisely because I'm your wife, that I know all about your exaggerated tales."

"Hoehoehh.... look!... even you yourself have just admitted that my tales are true."

"Eh?.... When did I ever admit to them being true?"

"Wife!

You clearly said 'exaggerated tales', and not 'False tales' didn't you?

So you see, even you........"

"Aiiiiiiye!!... can you both stop making us single people feel bad, and get on with the story instead?"

"Yeah! Yeah!"

"Ehermmm!

Like I was saying ..... I heard it with my own 2 ears!

They said that they're here to search someone's room.

When I walked by, the manager had even checked something called a 'search warrant!'"

"Ehh?.... search warrant?

What's that?"

"_"

"Officers.... this is the first room."

'Chingiling!!!'

'Crieeeekkkkk!'

The key was turned, and room 229's door was cautiously opened up slowly.

The room had a simple hotel setting, with just one massive bedroom/living room space and a bathroom to it.

Within the mainroom, there were 2 queen sized beds in the room, with side tables on each side of each bed.

Of course in front of these beds, was a long table, with drawers, 2 chairs, several disposable cups, a mirror attached to the wall above the table..... as well as a mini fridge at its bottom.

And from the looks of it, 4 out of those 7 men had slept in this room during their stay here.

As soon as Detective Maurice walked in, he quickly looked around diligently..... and immediately gave out orders to the rest.

"Alright!.... the legal team needs all clues and evidence that could help us pinpoint who these men are... as well as their main boss.

We need to get this done and turned in before 6 P.M tonight!

Harrison!... Bowman!... you two.... check the bathroom thoroughly.

I want any weapons, hairs, glass, blood samples and so to be noted down immediately."

"On it sir!" They both answered.

"Matilda! .... Drawson!.... Gerald!..... and Winnie...

I need you 4 to start questioning some of the staff members on what they had observed with their guests who had been staying here.

Specifically, I need you to talk to those who came in to clean up.... as well as the security team around the building.

And if any of those who had personally interacted with those men isn't around..... then find their address, and drive over to them immediately."

"On it!"

"Kathy!.... Brock!... Dean!...

You 3 stay behind and start searching the main bedroom area for clues as well."

"Yes sir!"

"Now, all those whose names have been called out... wear your gloves and get suited up before you begin clue finding.

As for the rest of you, follow me to room 230 immediately."

"_"

With that, detective Maurice and the rest quickly left the room in a flash.

Even though Baymard hadn't gotten to the stage of DNA analysis..... that didn't mean that they had to Slack off on doing these things.

Firstly, it was good for practice..... for when the medical and forensic departments became even more advanced.

Doing this would get habitual for them, and soon.... they would be able to do their jobs without making a lot of mistakes.

And secondly, noting down and collecting all these data..... also gave them a way to come up with several criminal mind theories, so it was definitely a must for them to do so.

For example... If they saw a trail of blood leading somewhere, and maybe one spot of the carpet seemed to be sunken..... maybe they could even conclude that someone was stabbed on his left side and fell at that very spot with his face sideways.

And even the hairs that they collected from the pillows.... allowed them to know who was sleeping on which side of each bed as well.

Everyone had a unique hair curl, or pattern to their hair..... so they would also know whether some people were lying when they say that they didn't sleep in this room or not.

Even the way these criminals placed their toothbrushes and so on, was duly noted down to the tee.

And if they found any torn shreds of paper, or any clues in the trash can... then all the better.

Bottom line, Landon had them do everything that needed to be done.

Like the old wise saying went: Practice makes Perfect'.

Luckily for them, these men would place the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on their doors when they would go out.

And because of that, the place hadn't been cleaned for the past few days.

So they were lucky that most of the evidence was still around while they searched.

One should know that it wasn't easy for them to pinpoint where these men actually stayed.

But due to Baymard's information system, they easily pinpointed the exact location real fast.

Firstly... several front and side portraits of these men were drawn, printed and sent out to all hotels, and the Real estate offices within Baymard.

From there, the staff or employees who had seen or attended to these men, quickly told their bosses.... and the rest was history.

Maurice and the rest got down to business and first placed several police tapes around the room, and took out several see through ziploc bags and other essential tools to get the job done quickly.

"Sir... we find their passports in each of their side table drawers."

"Sir... we found another strand of hair that is a different spring texture and color from the other 7."

"Sir..... there's a dirty footprint here that doesn't seem to match any of the suspects' shoes or foot sizes here."

"Sir.... we found a note in one of their pockets!"

"Ahhh!!..... Sir...it's big.

This..... this..... sir.... we found something big!!!"

"_"

Over the next few days, everyone spent their time trying to get into the minds of these criminals.

And just like that, the day for the trial had finally arrived.

The prisoners woke up on this very morning, with different thought racing through their minds.

Did anyone give in?..... or did they all decided to stay strong and face the storm together.

And more importantly, did their boss really not care about them at all?

Today... they would finally know the answers to their questions.