"Brother?" Carlos wondered:

"But you're surnamed Fang!"

"That's right, brothers in our culture, meaning good friends." Fang Shaoping explained.

"Oh, I see, Fang, this brother of yours, something happened."

"Where!!"

Fang Shaoping suddenly grabbed Carlos's arms, and his expression suddenly became shocked and cold.

"Mr. Fang, don't worry, please come with me."

Then, the large group of people went to the eighteenth floor together.

Along the way, the expressions of many people Fang Shaoping saw were a little gloomy, and there were even many people who nodded at Fang Shaoping and crossed and comforted him quietly.

Carlos and the others brought Fang Shaoping into a massage room.

Outside, a cordon has been put under siege, with armed policemen standing guard on either side of the door.

Fang Shaoping suddenly quickened his pace, and the two policemen wanted to stop him, but they were knocked aside by Fang Shaoping, and with one foot into the room, Fang Shaoping's pupils suddenly contracted to the limit.

The old dream of the empty city was strangled to death in the bathtub!!

Fang Shaoping slowly walked towards the location of the old dream of the empty city, and the two policemen wanted to step forward to capture Fang Shaoping, but they were stopped by Detective Carlos.

"Boss! Empty city him? ”

Yanquan and Xuanjiao and the others all rushed over, and lost all their voices in an instant.

Fang Shaoping slowly walked to the edge of the bathtub, staring at the neck strangled by the wire rope, presenting a strange posture of sitting with the upper body and the lower body stretched out in the smooth bathtub.

The eyes of the old dream of the empty city turned blood-red due to suffocation and congestion, his head was tilted to one side, his eyes were wide open, and he couldn't blink an eye!

Fang Shaoping had already opened the minimap, including himself, there were only five green dots on it, and the old dream of the empty city was really dead!

"Mr. Fang, we're sorry, your friend chose to commit suicide here, and we've ......"

"Fart!"

Fang Shaoping suddenly turned around and burst into a shout, Carlos shook his head, and another FBI detective stretched out his finger at Fang Shaoping, warning him not to be presumptuous.

Fang Shaoping turned around and pointed to the old dream of the empty city, looked at Carlos and the others, and said in an extremely cold voice:

"My friend, he loves life, he has high ideals, why did he choose to run here and commit suicide?"

"That's right! Our friends, it is absolutely impossible to commit suicide! ”

The Tiangang who had the best relationship with the old dream of the empty city was already in tears, and he was completely roaring:

"Murderer!! Someone must have killed my friend! You policemen and detectives, you must punish the murderers severely! Give us an explanation!! ”

The Tiangang were held by the eclipse moon, and they were stopped by many police officers at the same time.

There were only Fang Shaoping, Inspector Carlos, an FBI agent and two other police officers in the door.

Fang Shaoping took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, he looked at Carlos and said word by word:

"Detective! I beg you to investigate all the people who came into contact with my friend last night, why did he go up to the eighteenth floor and enter this house? Who let him into the bathtub! ”

"Yes...... I brought him up. ”

A tearful waitress, supported by several waiters, walked to the door and sobbed:

"However, I did not take the initiative to bring him up, but Mr. Wang Kongcheng himself asked to come upstairs, and he asked me to choose a room for him, and then I chose this one...... There's no one in there! ”

"Woo woo woo...... When our technician came to knock on the door, no one answered, and when she came in, she found that Mr. Wang Kongcheng had committed suicide in the bathtub. ”

"Kill your mother!!"

Like an angry bear, the Tiangang was almost about to step forward and swing his fist, but was stopped by several policemen.

Fang Shaoping's expression was extremely gloomy, his eyes swept over the crying waitress, and then swept over Carlos and the others, from the position of the corpse of the old dream in the empty city, towards the opposite wall, suddenly walked quickly towards the corner, and picked up a chair, put it under his feet, stepped on the chair, and ripped off the three-meter-high wall.

When Fang Shaoping was doing this, the manager couldn't help but start wiping his sweat.

"Huaxia people, you are too presumptuous!"

The FBI agent was about to rush over and kick Fang Shaoping off the chair, but Carlos shouted at this time:

"Don't move!!"

Everyone stood in place, and Carlos slowly walked to Fang Shaoping's side and looked up at the wall.

After the decorated ** photo was torn off, a small hole appeared with a tiny video camera that was emitting a flashing red light.

"Manager Biglis, tell me what's going on?" Carlos stared coldly at the hotel manager, who was in a cold sweat.

Two policemen immediately came to Biglis's side to prevent him from escaping or acting aggressively.

"I ...... I ......" Biglis began to stammer, trembling all over his body.

Carlos said coldly:

"You actually secretly installed a secret camera in the massage room to invade the privacy of the guests in this way, is it a follow-up step, using the video taken to threaten the guests?"

A bearded sheriff next to him immediately said angrily:

"Biglis, haven't you repeatedly assured that your foot massage services here are absolutely formal? Since it is a regular service, the video you shoot must also be a regular video, so what leverage is there to blackmail? It seems that I must conduct a thorough inventory of the eighteenth floor of your hotel. ”

Biglis's eyes rolled sharply, and his voice trembled:

"I, I plead guilty, but we're only slightly involved......"

"Enough!!"

Fang Shaoping shouted, jumped down from the chair, pointed to the camera and said:

"Go, get the surveillance out here!"

He looked at Carlos and said:

"Inspector Carlos, give your order! All of us want to see the truth of the matter! ”

Carlos frowned slightly, saw the growing crowd outside the door, and said solemnly:

"Everyone is exempt, a few of you are friends of the deceased king Kongcheng, you can come together."

"Before that......"

Fang Shaoping leaned down, and under the surprised gaze of Carlos and the others, he pulled out a hair of the old dream of the empty city, and said in a deep voice:

"I'll take one of my brother's hair as a memento, no problem, right?"

Carlos shook his head, a hair could not provide any special evidence, and the deceased still had a full head of hair, and when it was really necessary to pull out the hair as evidence, there would be no shortage at all.

Five minutes later, in the monitoring room, Carlos and the others saw a scene that made them unbelievable.

Wang Kongcheng, it wasn't him who killed him at all! It's not suicide either!

But...... Accidental death!