I Really Didn't Want To Make A Lot Of Money

Chapter 249 Dreamland

François and Bill waited until eight o’clock, but Chen Ling still did not go to the restaurant.

“Maybe Mr. Chen is still sleeping. He is tired and sleeps soundly.” François said, “Let’s eat first, and then I will send you to the clinic for an infusion.”

“Would you like to wait any longer?” Bill was in a good state of mind. “My infusion time is this afternoon, so don’t worry.”

François thought for a while, and said: “Mr. Chen has always been on time. There must be a special reason for today. You are sick now. Eat first, and then go back to your room to rest.”

With that, François called Chen Ling’s cell phone.

The phone is turned off.

François walked out of the restaurant and went to the front desk to call Chen Ling’s room.

No one answered.

François walked to the hotel door and asked the doorman if he had seen a Chinese go out.

“No.” The doorman said with certainty, “There are only three Chinese or Japanese in the hotel. I can’t tell them apart, but none of them went out.”

François felt strange, thought for a while, and decided to knock on Chen Ling’s room door.

François went to the door of Chen Ling’s room on the 12th floor, only to see a “Do Not Disturb” sign hanging on the doorknob. He dared not knock on the door, stopped a waiter who was passing by the cleaning cart, and asked, “Has this room been cleaned?”

The waiter checked the room number and said, “No, you are…”

François took out a banknote from his pocket, handed it to the waiter, and said: “We checked in together yesterday. I live in the room on the 11th floor.”

The waiter calmly took the banknotes, put them away without any trace, and said, “Thank you, sir! The do not disturb sign has been hung in this room since yesterday. I asked your friend yesterday that he does not need room service. So I didn’t bother him anymore.”

Francois hesitated for a while and decided to knock on the door.

No one opened the door.

“Please help me open the door.” Francois said to the waiter.

The waiter just received the tip, did not directly refuse François, and said with a smile: “I called my colleague and got a door card. Please show me your door card.”

As a waiter on the floor, she actually has a card that can open all the rooms on the floor to facilitate the provision of cleaning services. But she did not dare to open the door to a guest who was not in the room, even if she was tipped.

François helplessly took out the door card from his trouser pocket and said, “Room 1126.”

The waiter took a look, confirmed the room card number written on the paper bag, and called the front desk on the walkie-talkie.

After a while, another waiter came.

“Is it you?” The receptionist recognized François and said, “I remember you just called this room at the front desk…”

“Yes, no one answered the phone in the room, and my friend’s cell phone was turned off. I knocked on the door, but no one agreed. So I was a little worried and needed to go in and check.” Francois explained patiently.

He knows that Chen Ling likes to be low-key and doesn’t like publicity, so he pays attention to cooperating with the hotel staff to avoid influencing others.

The waiter at the front desk is a handsome young man with a good sense of service and said: “Don’t worry, sir, our hotel is very safe. Let’s go in and take a look.”

With that, the waiter brushed open the door of Chen Ling’s room, pushed a crack open, knocked on the door and said, “Room service.”

There was no movement inside.

François couldn’t wait, and shouted: “Mr. Chen, this is Abin! I’m here.”

Still nothing happened.

François didn’t feel good, so he pushed aside and walked in.

This is a suite. In the outside living room, there are sofas, coffee tables, and refrigerators. The cups and coffee bags placed on them are intact.

The bedroom door was open, and François turned slightly to the side to see that the bed inside was empty.

“Mr. Chen, are you there?” François shouted loudly, walking into the bedroom.

The quilt on the bed was not opened, and there were traces of someone lying on it.

“Sir, bathroom…” The waiter reminded François to take a look at the bathroom.

There is no one in the bathroom either. There are traces of someone taking a bath inside.

François remembered that when he saw Chen Ling in the restaurant yesterday, Chen Ling should have taken a bath.

“My boss is not here,” François said to the waiter. “He had an appointment with us yesterday for breakfast in the restaurant at 7:30.”

“This… do you need our help?” the handsome waiter asked.

François patted him on the shoulder and said, “Not for the time being. May I stay in this room?”

“Yes, please close the door, and I will notify the floor attendant to clean it.” The handsome waiter has a sense of service and a sense of prevention. He arranged for someone to come and clean, but he was actually looking at François.

Francois doesn’t matter. His purpose in staying in the room is to look at it carefully.

He started from the door and scanned the entire suite carefully with sharp eyes.

The door is good, no one pried the door.

No abnormalities can be seen on the sofa in the living room, and the carpet is normal.

Mr. Chen’s suitcase is placed on the luggage rack in the bedroom. It has been opened, and there are only some change of clothes in it…

Francois found nothing unusual.

Did Mr. Chen leave by himself? Forgot today’s arrangements, and forgot to tell them?

The floor attendant pushed the car to the door of the room, knocked on the door to come in, and started cleaning.

The suite was very clean, so the waiter finished the cleaning work soon, took a bottle of freshener from the car at the door, and started spraying it in the living room.

“Wait a minute!” François stopped her, sniffing the air freshener.

He took the bottle from the waiter and asked, “Do you use this brand of freshener in every room?”

“Yes,” the waiter replied.

François asked again: “Does it taste like this? Is there any difference between an executive suite and an ordinary room?”

“all the same.”

Francois went into the bedroom immediately and sniffed it carefully.

There is a trace of fragrance remaining in the air, which is different from the smell of hotel air cleaners.

François concluded that someone else had entered Chen Ling’s room.

Because Chen Ling hardly uses perfume! I have used perfume only a few times. The smell is already familiar to François. It is a classic men’s fragrance by HUGOBOSS.

So, who is coming in? Is Mr. Chen’s acquaintance?

According to Mr. Chen’s physical fitness and fighting level, several big men could not stop him, and there was no sign of fighting in the room, so there is only one possibility, that is, Mr. Chen left the room voluntarily.

Since it is voluntary, why not tell me?

François remembered Chen Ling’s abnormal state yesterday, and his heart was filled with haze.

Mr. Chen is nowhere to be seen, Bill Malaria is beautiful, François feels isolated and helpless.

Do you really need support from Saidu?

Thinking of this, François didn’t hesitate, and began to contact him.

Just when François couldn’t find Chen Ling and was anxious, Chen Ling had a dream. He dreamed of a small creek winding through a mountain village. Both sides of the creek were houses with characteristics of southern China.

After the rain, the air was fresh, smoke was smoky over the houses, and Chen Ling by the stream heard his mother call to go home for dinner.

He threw his leg and ran home. Only then did he find that his little feet were bare, stepping on the rain-drenched mud, slipped and fell to the ground. A huge and unfriended cow stepped on it and wanted to step on Chen Ling. Into a mass of mud.

Chen Ling was shocked and woke up from his dream.