Jasmine stood at the door for a few seconds and then walked into room 811.

"Jasmine, you asked me why I had to choose room 11. I heard it. There was a pun, is that right?"

"Chief Wang, how did you hear that there was a pun in my question?"

Wang Dengming looked back at her: "You are particularly attractive tonight, very beautiful."

"Thank you, why don't you ask further?"

"I chose this room for three reasons. First, Detective Hood's friend Costin Fehr also lived in this room. During the investigation, he jumped from the roof and committed suicide. Detective Hood

He never believed that his friend would commit suicide. Secondly, the psychic suddenly appeared in this room and scared Ronan away. Thirdly, it was in this room that Ronan was touched and attempted to molest him.

These are just a few reasons. What I want to ask is, why did Fulasun let Ronan choose 811? Can you tell me?"

Without pausing or thinking, Jasmine said: "Two reporters lived in 811, and they died in this room."

Wang Dengming grinned and said: "I understand. Carl III and Blevins of the Western Jiawen Daily also told me about this matter. I didn't ask carefully at the time because I was afraid of harassment from reporters. Where are they? The mayor also said

Didn't you let them out?"

"I'm not very clear about this matter. The mayor is the instigator of this matter. He is too crazy and irrational. He can't do that. It is asking for trouble. You can talk to the mayor. Don't do this.

Something happened."

"This kind of thing is not within my scope to solve. I believe the mayor will handle it properly. The mayor is just scaring them. Let's talk about the room we are in. Can you still smell the smell of burning barbecue?

?”

Jasmine shrugged her delicate nose.

"There is still a bit of a smell, burnt, sad psychic. He was burned like that. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that."

"I don't want to do that either. Have the fingerprint results come out?"

"What is very strange is that there are no psychic fingerprints in this room."

"That's so strange. He doesn't have gloves on his hands. Thank you for your help. You are very efficient."

"It should."

"What was the name of the reporter who stayed in Room 811?"

"Zhayinab, Tahid de Jong, reporter for the Daily Herald."

"How did you die?"

"It was very cruel. He was skinned to death."

After Wang Dengming heard this, his whole body trembled.

"Yes, it was Inspector Fall who forced the mayor to say it. The mayor covered up the matter. Gibran claimed that they were missing. He did not dare to expose the incident. Once it was exposed, the castle would be forced to close down.

The time will be pushed forward two years.”

"Mayor Gibran, how many more things like this has he hidden from us?"

"After the incident, Mayor Gibran hired a private detective to conduct a secret investigation, but ultimately nothing happened."

Wang Dengming sat down and motioned for Jasmine to sit down too.

"Here's the question. Knowing that it's so dangerous, Detective Foer is still so bold and safe to let Ronan live in this room?"

"Inspector Fall has a shortcoming. He is a very gambling person."

"I can tell, yes, he is a gambler, just like me, so I also chose this room. Thank you for reminding me. I don't plan to bring Senxi in. She fell asleep.

Let her stay in Room 13. No, No. 13 seems to be an unlucky room number. Adventure Castle should cancel such room numbers. Many hotels have canceled No. 13."

"This is 813."

"8 represents the number of floors, and 13 is the room number. Your room number is quite good. No. 7, will Ronan still be with you tonight?"

"No, she lives in No. 6, right next door to me."

"OK, take more care of her."

"But I always feel uneasy and something unfortunate will happen."

"Don't worry, I have heavy weapons."

"You are the only police officer on the floor."

"It's okay, I'll keep my eyes open."

Jasmine smiled: "Chief Wang, you are such a humorous person. Before taking a break, can you still show off your magic?"

"magic?"

"It's magic."

"All right."

There is a small note with comments on the table, and Wang Dengming stares at the note.

The little notebook was flying in the air.

Jasmine's expression was exaggerated and hard-working, and she clapped her hands together, applauding enthusiastically.

"You are my most loyal audience."

"This is no longer magic. You are amazing, Sheriff."

"So, don't worry, okay."

"Good night."

"Good night."

After Jasmine left room 811, Wang Dengming moved all the things that needed to be moved into room 811.

Senxi was sleeping deeply. When Wang Dengming left, he locked the door with the key. 813 was only ten meters away from 811. If anything happened, he could respond immediately.

807 and 806 are not far from 813.

Everything in guest room 811 that needs to be replaced has been replaced.

As Jasmine said, there is still a bit of barbecue smell in the air.

There's something else in the barbecue smell - a bit of blood mixed in with the musty smell.

Wang Dengming's goosebumps never ceased when he thought of two female reporters being skinned in this room.

He began to examine every drawer, cupboard, box, and cupboard that was unlocked—all were opened, and their contents inspected with eyes and fingers.

He touched the curtains with his hands, looking for the bulges that concealed secrets, and used his ears to listen for the sound of paper being crumpled when he pinched the curtains.

He took off the sheets, lifted the rugs, and looked under each piece of furniture to make sure nothing was rolled up and hidden inside.

He looked out of the window to see if there was anything hanging outside under the window sill.

He also checked the metal screens of the drain holes in the bathtub, washbasin, sink and laundry tub.

After the examination, he suddenly laughed nervously.

There's something really wrong with my nerves.

After a nervous examination, he focused his attention on the large wardrobe in the corner of the room.

Made of wooden material, old-fashioned shape, and mottled brown paint.

All the wardrobes in the guest rooms on the 8th floor have been changed, except for the wardrobe in room 811.

Why not replace it?

Damn Father Berg is dead, Toback is crazy, and the staff can't figure out why the cabinet in this room hasn't been replaced.

The cabinet looks just like that, with nothing special about it.

He focused on the iron box of the mask generator again.

Looking at the iron box now, it seems to be somewhat similar to the iron box found in the basement of Toback's house. It is blue and black, with twisted, simple, and dull patterns.

The difference is a matter of size.

Suddenly, Mai Ruo's voice came over the intercom.

"Sheriff, someone is looking for you."

What Wang Dengming was most afraid of hearing at this moment was an old lady or a skinned girl coming to him.

"What's looking for me?"

"His name is William Price."

"Male or female?"

"male."

It was a man, Wang Dengming felt relieved.

"Please come up, I'm in room 811."

William Price, what is his background? There is no impression of this person in Wang Dengming's memory, not at all.

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