For the hotel staff, it was a good thing to be asked to leave---even though they were curious.
Why?
That was because there wouldn't need to work!
But some people wasn't willing... such as the young detective, Mr. Yelgo. Because of the information from a behind-the-scenes 'businessman', they were able to get into the hotel.
"Sheriff... Mr. Victor, if so, we can't see what's happening inside," Yelgo said slightly anxious.
"Please be quiet." Victor frowned. He covered his ears with palms, seeming to listen carefully... But what he could hear was almost some noise.
And even it was suddenly becoming piercing!
Victor put off the earplugs instinctively, his look became stormy---like a defeated hound, "There are jammers inside, damn it!"
"Then we can only just wait here?" Yelgo frowned, "How about bursting in to catch everyone together with the loot?"
"That's a good idea!" Victor nodded, "Go carry out the task! Don't worry, I'll try to get your corpse."
"Well..."
