章 149: Murder at Crimson Moon hotel

Wan Guanting was sprawled on the bed with his right arm partially hanging off the bed and his left arm fully spread out on the bed on the other side.

The crew assembled in the room, everybody blankly staring at the director's dead body. He was all happy and alive until a few hours ago, so nobody could process what just happened.

Xin Manchu was the first to break the ice. "Wait this is a joke, right?" He asked, looking around the group.

"We left his room around what? Two in the morning? He was drunk but still alive, right? So how the hell did he kick the bucket within these few hours?"

Nobody had an answer to that unfathomable question.

Meng Rin could hardly get her voice out. "How…How is he dead?"

Chow Mey stared at the dead Wan Guanting, dazed and lost. Dong Haoyu's voice brought him out of her stupor.

"This is ridiculous. I think he is just dead asleep. He had too much to drink last night."