The shattered glass was the smoking gun that confirmed the crime scene was indeed the swanky Elite Nightclub. But after checking with the renovation company, they found out that the tea-colored glass with patterns was used in every room of the club. So, finding the glass didn't really narrow it down to which room it was.
Wang Zhiyuan stood at the reception desk, scanning the rooms on the computer screen. He had a hunch about which room it might be, but that was based on who he thought the perp was, and he didn't have any solid evidence yet.
The receptionist was nervously giving him the lowdown on the club.
Wang knew she wasn't walking on eggshells because he was a cop, but because she was scared of slipping up.
Lin Moran, his sidekick, suddenly leaned over the counter and whispered, "Master, I checked it out. They've got the same fancy-pants carpet in every room."
