Qiao Xi glanced at her, "Other reporters mentioned the supernatural in the previous bathroom murder, but what we found wasn't. This tower fall incident definitely hides some kind of causation, it's not that simple."
The city above was a whirlwind of power struggles, with various forces intertwined, even including foreign powers.
On the surface, everything seemed calm, but beneath the waves was a raging storm.
Su Tutu, "I was just saying."
They kept walking up the stairs.
Qiao Xi, "Cheng Xi, a pen can be mightier than three thousand Mauser rifles. Journalism should adhere to objectivity and truthfulness. I've never believed in the supernatural, and I heard you went to college. How can you still believe in that?"
Su Tutu took photos against the red columns and walls, "That bathroom murder case from before, I almost thought it was supernatural, but fortunately, Fourth Young Master Chu was imposing and found the murderer. I think this victim must have been framed."
