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Chapter 41 You Don't Believe There Are Traces

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    After yelling, the cook himself felt embarrassed, and scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, feeling that it was not appropriate to put his hand anywhere.

    His favorite No. 8 player has retired, and the new player who came to replace No. 8 is really not good. When the guy thinks of this, he feels angry that his idol has been tarnished.

    The old tenants who have lived in the hotel for a long time know that although the uncle cook is a football fan, once he talks about football, his temper is so grumpy that he can be compared to a single gelada who is not satisfied with his desires.

    Therefore, under normal circumstances, no one dares to talk about things related to the game in front of the cook. As long as there is a cook, everyone will talk about "ball".

    And the male tenant who interrupted just moved in recently, so naturally he didn't know about this situation.

    "So, the actual situation that day is: the uncle cook who doesn't like to be disturbed by others at work, but there is a tenant who is talking about the game with him standing next to him. Then the uncle cook is distracted, and it is completely true that he cut his hand when he was excited.  It's possible. Then this has nothing to do with Mr. Le, right? But he was wronged." Lin Yao looked suddenly enlightened, and his voice was not loud, but everyone in the restaurant listened.

    Just based on the violent slap on the table by the cook just now, what else can everyone not understand?

    The chef was probably cut because he was angry at the thought of the game, and he was distracted from talking to the people around him, and he was too confident in his knife skills for many years In short, he cut himself inadvertently.

    This has nothing to do with Le Xianghui.

    "Then how do I explain the sheets I hung on the roof?" A fat aunt said, she was one of the only cleaning aunts in the hotel.

    There are two cleaning ladies in this hotel, one is thin and the other is fat. Maybe they think it is more convenient to call them by their first names. The tenants call them thin and fat. After a long time, the two ladies get used to it.  After such a title, no one remembers their real names.

    The roof of the hotel building is only used for drying hotel sheets and quilts on sunny days, because there have been cases where tenants went to the roof to dry their personal clothes, leaving no place for the quilts to dry. The boss added an iron gate to the stairs leading to the roof. Only the boss and  The two cleaning ladies have keys, and others cannot go up.

    Since no one else could go up, it naturally ruled out the possibility that someone went upstairs and deliberately threw the quilt from the roof to the mud floor behind the building.

    If it is not man-made, it can only be a disaster.

    And the only person in the whole building who can be called the source of the disaster is Mr. Le, who has been rumored to be evil.

    "Fat aunt, did anything special happen after you finished drying the sheets?" Lin Yao walked up to the fat aunt and asked in an amiable tone.

    "No," the fat aunt shook her head, "I didn't find anything special about it."

    "Think about it again?" Lin Yao reminded again patiently, but the fat aunt was very sure that nothing happened at that time.

    Lin Yao nodded, and asked the boss, "Boss, has the plastic rope used to hang the quilt on the roof been replaced recently?"

    Suddenly mentioning himself, the boss was a little confused when asked, and shook his head blankly: "No, why change the good ones?"

    Hearing the boss's answer, Lin Yao nodded with a satisfied smile, his face full of confidence.

    Everyone doesn't understand what Lin Yao is trying to trick again. Could it be that she wants to prove that the bed sheet's inexplicable running into the mud is not caused by Le Xianghui's bad luck?

    "You may not know that the ones used to dry the quilts on the roof are actually plastic ropes connecting the two ends of the roof. I checked yesterday that the few rubber ropes closest to the outside had knots that were reconnected after breaking.  It is still very new, it should have been caused in the last few days. I remember the day when the sheet was found in the mud, it happened that the southeast wind was very strong, and the glue rope was easy to break because of the wind and the sun, and the strong wind broke the closest to the outside.  It is entirely possible that the rubber ropes were blown up one by one, and finally they were blown together on the muddy floor behind the building."

    Lin Yao talked about her own deduction, but the fat aunt quickly questioned: "The stairs to the rooftop are locked by iron gates. How did you confirm that? I'm afraid you didn't just fool us around?"

    "Of course the boss gave me the key, so I can go up to confirm it. I'm not a monster, so I can't climb up the walls, right?"  Roll your eyes.  When did he give her the key to the rooftop, why didn't he remember?

    "You said that the glue rope was blown off and then tied up again, but that day I went downstairs and locked the door after drying the sheets. I found that the sheets were?It is also putting oneself on the moral high ground to look down on Lin Yao.

    As a result, their untenable remarks were disintegrated one by one by Lin Yao, and they fell from a high place to a low valley in an instant, with their noses and faces bruised.

    Arriving at the corridor on the third floor, Lin Yao stopped, and said to Kechai, who was following closely behind him, "Now just do as I said before."

    Kechai nodded blankly, with cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

    Originally, this was just a matter of little effort, but he didn't expect that there would be so many people watching, and he immediately felt embarrassed.

    He took out a pair of sandals and slippers from his carry-on bag, endured the sight cast from all around, put them on in front of everyone, then straightened up and walked slowly down the long and narrow corridor.

    "Da da, da da"

    The sound of the slippers hitting the floor was exactly the same as what the tenants had heard the night before.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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