100 ways to trick a boy into going to sleep

Chapter 1242 Twelve Hours

Are those two guests still there?

The two immediately grasped the key point and asked a question in a hurried tone!

"I don't know either. I'll go check now!" She was so busy that if the inspector hadn't suddenly come to the door, the manager would have forgotten about the matter and naturally wouldn't have been able to keep an eye on the relevant developments.

Everyone in the bathhouse has a small sign.

Pay the bill before leaving.

The two had both used the foot massage parlor, and their respective masseuses would record the transactions on small tags.

With the hand tag codes, the front desk quickly tracked down the two men's movements; one had left, the other remained. Jin Huan had just sank a hole-in-one at the pool table when the manager, accompanied by two patrolmen, found him!

"Is it her?"

Two spirited young men arrived with lightning speed!

I wanted to ask a few serious questions, but the moment I saw the girl's face, I was instantly speechless.

The first thing he said was to the manager; he didn't dare look at the young girl even once more.

"Yes, it's her." Such a beautiful girl, the manager wouldn't forget her after just one glance, so he certainly wouldn't mistake her.

Shen Jinhuan, on the other hand, lazily swung his pool cue, leaned against the table, and looked at them leisurely: "Is there something you need?"

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Shi Qingsong recognized the deceased at first glance; it was the male technician she had previously told to leave.

He had discussed this point in detail with the relevant person in charge. Wang Ping's death was suspicious and did not appear to be a normal death, but the forensic doctor at the scene did not find anything unusual, and the investigation was stalled. They could only ask the staff to take the body back first.

As soon as I stepped out of the apartment building, a group of reporters with long lenses and various equipment rushed towards me.

"Shishi, how does the official plan to handle this public opinion crisis?"

The moment the first reporter spoke, the expressions of the leaders surrounding Shi Qingsong changed instantly.

The look in his eyes as he looked at that person also sharpened.

Those who made it in this round were all selected, but to open their mouths with such blatant malice shows they really don't want to stay in Lin'an City!

The reporter was well aware of the consequences, but he stood tall and straight, neither humble nor arrogant, before Shi Qingsong, showing no sign of backing down.

Shi Qingsong also disliked this kind of questioning that subtly and overtly set traps.

But he asked himself if he could live with his conscience, and he also asked himself if the cases he handled could live with his conscience: "There is no question of how to deal with public opinion. I eat the people's food, so I will do my best to solve the case and give the public the truth."

The person was somewhat disappointed when they didn't get the answer they wanted.

I wanted to ask more questions, but I had already been pushed to the back by other reporters, thus losing the opportunity to continue speaking and asking further questions.

"What is the city's opinion on the widespread belief that this building is haunted?"

This person's question is indeed the issue that everyone is most concerned about right now.

Since it involves supernatural and superstitious elements, they have seen more than a dozen families move out of the neighborhood since the incident.

But the imperial culture is deeply rooted, with Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism having been passed down for thousands of years; it's not something that can be used by just one person saying it.

In that case, the best approach is to avoid getting entangled, delving deeper, or arguing, and simply state your personal position.

"I hope everyone will believe in science."

Shi Qing responded in a gentle tone.

"Now the public is paying close attention to the progress of the case. Can you give everyone a specific date for solving the case?"