Brother Dao Took the Entertainment Industry by Storm, Fans Beg Me Not to Kill Anymore-Chapter 349: Zhou Junhao’s Tragic Experience

At a certain location in the hotel.

A man with tattoos covering his arms, wearing flip-flops, looked at the person lying on the ground like a dead dog, then lowered his head to light a cigarette.

"Hoo—"

Under the light, wisps of smoke rose, then spread out in the narrow space, eventually completely enveloping the entire area, giving the whole world a somewhat hazy feeling.

This was a completely blank room, roughly only ten square meters in total. Apart from the dim yellow light overhead, there were no other furnishings. Even the walls were painted clean and shiny. The floor wasn't bare concrete, but brand-new ceramic tiles that gleamed white under the light.

Overall, this place didn't look like some terrifying, dark criminal den;it more closely resembled a newly built room that had just taken shape.

But the more it was like this, the more spine-chilling it felt.

The white paint on the walls was freshly applied, as a strong smell of paint still lingered in the entire room. The floor tiles were also newly laid, as the grout lines were full and the edges showed no signs of wear. Besides the white spots left from construction, there were no other stains or garbage from daily life around.

Zhou Junhao was certain that this place had undergone a complete renovation and remodeling.

The reason was unknown, but Zhou Junhao felt it definitely wasn't for anything good.

The pain in his leg also left him no time to consider those things. Zhou Junhao could only lie quietly on the ground, breathing shallowly, conserving his strength while seeking an opportunity to escape.

His gaze subtly swept over the movements of the person beside him, and his fingers twitched slightly.

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Actually, sometimes even Zhou Junhao himself couldn't tell whether he had good luck or bad luck.

Ever since he accidentally learned that Qin Yuezhang's ex-girlfriend, the victim "Xiaoxue," had once been driven to desperation and was almost pulled into the flesh trade, Zhou Junhao's investigation had been surprisingly smooth.

First, he secretly followed Wang Shaoqi. After Wang Shaoqi was arrested, he continued to keep an eye on "Cangyue Calamity." Sure enough, the producer who came for "Cangyue Calamity" was also problematic, so Zhou Junhao shifted his focus to Luo Zesheng.

But as he kept watching, Zhou Junhao suddenly realized that the target he was focusing on actually had an inseparable relationship with this hotel.

Upon further inquiry, he even discovered that this Producer Luo owned a portion of the hotel's shares.

So, Zhou Junhao's main focus shifted again, and he began privately investigating this chain hotel that, despite being established for less than two years, had instantly become popular throughout the national film and television city.

The fact that this chain hotel could blossom everywhere in such a short time, and that its main clientele were celebrities and artists from the entertainment industry, indicated that there was definitely something not simple behind it!

As a result of this investigation, Zhou Junhao discovered something astonishing.

He found that this hotel was actually involved in black market operations behind the scenes!

No, based on the evidence he currently had, this hotel seemed more like it was providing a venue for black market activities, the so-called "charging a venue fee." They let others come to their place to "do business," while the actual organizing and conducting of the black market transactions were still done by other people within the entertainment industry.

But Zhou Junhao always felt this matter wasn't that simple.

For the hotel to take such a huge risk, providing the venue and services, if it was just for a simple venue fee, that would be far too unprofitable.

Zhou Junhao bet with his years of professional experience as a journalist that there must be other stories behind this!

Harboring these doubts, Zhou Junhao took advantage of his roommate's absence to thoroughly inspect their hotel room.

Actually, nowadays there are many ways to detect hidden cameras: visual inspection, flashlight, phone camera, network detection, professional detection devices, etc.

Logically speaking, every celebrity or artist checking into a hotel, out of caution, would have their assistants and bodyguards conduct a professional inspection.

But after so many inspections by so many different groups of people, no problems were ever found. This indicated the problem was huge!

This was not comparable to those low-quality hidden camera techniques and equipment.

The hotel's decoration and layout had long provided them with perfect "positions." These weren't furnishings awkwardly added later;the hiding places for these lenses were completely integrated with the hotel's overall layout, seamless, and insidiously well-hidden to an extreme degree.

However, Zhou Junhao just had a stroke of luck in his hands.

In the end, he actually managed to dig out one hidden camera!

—Perhaps because their room was just a standard room, usually occupied by ordinary extras or minor actors, their room was small, and there were fewer hidden cameras.

But that was already terrifying enough!

It basically confirmed Zhou Junhao's suspicions!

This hotel definitely had problems!

And some were big problems!

Following these leads, Zhou Junhao started leaving early and returning late, observing the movements of certain people in the hotel, and quietly began collecting evidence.

Finally, Zhou Junhao even discovered the secret passage behind the hotel that led to an underground casino!

As for the things he filmed inside...

Zhou Junhao hardly hesitated before deciding to take the evidence out and hand it over to the police.

To avoid alerting anyone, Zhou Junhao didn't bring any of his own belongings, only the crucial evidence. He planned to hand it over, then return and continue acting like an ordinary extra until everything was over, not drawing any attention.

However, as is well known, at this most critical moment, something always goes wrong.

Zhou Junhao hadn't gotten far from the hotel when he saw a man with a full sleeve tattoo, wearing a short-sleeved shirt, dragging a young woman towards the hotel's back door.

"Help—"

The woman was dressed lightly, her body seemingly stiff and even trembling slightly from fear. She wanted to break free from the tattooed man's grip, but no matter how she twisted her wrist, it was futile. Instead, she was being dragged more roughly towards a deserted area.

At this hour, there were hardly any people on the road. Zhou Junhao looked around and realized the only witness on the scene seemed to be himself.

The woman over there also saw him, a hopeful light appearing in her eyes as she said loudly to him, "Young man over there, can you call the police for me? Please! Help!"

The tattooed man also glanced over threateningly, saying, "I advise you to mind your own business! I'm arguing with my wife, now piss off."

"I don't know you! Get away from me! Help!"

Zhou Junhao hesitated for a moment. His innate sense of justice made him stop, but his instinctive caution kept him rooted to the spot. He immediately took out his phone while shouting at the violent act, "Let her go right now! I'm calling the police!"

As Zhou Junhao took out his phone, the man over there seemed apprehensive and released the woman's hand. The woman immediately ran over and hid behind Zhou Junhao, saying in a tearful voice, "Thank you! I really don't know him!"

"It's okay."

Zhou Junhao instinctively shielded the woman behind him and prepared to dial the emergency number. But what he never expected was that a hand suddenly reached out from behind, swiftly snatching his phone away.

"Huh?"

Zhou Junhao was stunned for a moment, then his heart turned cold. He turned his head in disbelief to look at the woman behind him, only to find that the woman who had just appeared fearful and timid had now completely changed her face. Her expression was extremely sinister, like a vengeful spirit that had suddenly crawled out, sending chills down one's spine.

And her fingers were already nimbly opening his chat records and communications for inspection.

The speed and proficiency of her actions made Zhou Junhao immediately decide to bolt, but he was a step too late. Someone who seemed to appear out of nowhere covered his mouth and nose.

"Mmph—"

Zhou Junhao tried to hold his breath but still couldn't escape being knocked unconscious by the drug.

At the edge of his consciousness, he only heard the woman say in an icy tone, "His phone is too clean. There's definitely a problem."

Zhou Junhao: ...Damn it!