Look, this is a sign of important news. Stanow became excited and leaned closer. "Sure. Saying it out will make you relax. I will keep your secret."
"Well, I have to tell you that the report on Verona's death in the Blot Post is unfair." The young man said in a very serious tone.
Stanow couldn't believe what he heard. His proud report was actually being doubted. He was a bit unconvinced. "Sir, that matter was confirmed by the police station."
"I am sure because I am a coroner. Verona was clearly severely tortured before his death. He didn't commit suicide out of guilt. I have conclusive evidence."
This was really big news. Stanow was almost stunned and didn't know how to continue this conversation. This was not just interesting news. It might be a super revelation that would shock everyone in Blot City.
"You won't tell others, will you?" The young man looked at the other person with pleading eyes. "The police made an honest coroner lie. I feel guilty."
Stanow came to his senses and looked at the distressed young man. Suddenly he summoned up courage. "Are you sure it's really what you said? This matter can't be joked about."
"I swear." The young man said in an affirmative tone.
If this news could be published in the newspaper, it would definitely cause a greater reaction. Maybe the day after the news was published, he could become a senior editor. The salary increase was not just as simple as three times. Stanow made up his mind, pretended to comfort the young man. "You have to relax. This matter is not that you intentionally lied, but were forced. The ones who really go to hell are those who made you lie. Relax. You have to go back and sleep and forget these unpleasant things."
The young man listened to Stanow's suggestion and left the bar. Looking at the back of the young man, he hurriedly settled the bill and left the bar. He had to quickly write out this explosive news article and publish it in tomorrow's Blot Post.
Standing in a certain dark corner outside the bar, Donning watched the small reporter of the Blot Post who hurried away, waiting for tomorrow's good show.
The next day, the newspapers of the Blot Post were immediately sold out. That explosive news was out of stock. The whole Blot City was talking about the cause of Verona's death. When the chief of the police station saw that newspaper, he sprayed out the coffee he had just drunk. His hand holding the newspaper was trembling. The news had leaked.
In order to calm this explosive event, the police station quickly issued a guarantee to all the residents of the city. They would restart the investigation into Verona's death and give the residents of Blot City a satisfactory explanation.
The chief of the police station found the person in charge behind the newspaper, the Alkmaar family. Originally, he expected that the small reporter could be fired and given some necessary lessons. But the answer he got disappointed him a little.
"Mr. Alkmaar clearly stated that for this matter, you just need to restart the investigation according to the normal procedure and give a reasonable explanation." Luke conveyed Alkmaar's meaning to the police station.
After reading the newspaper of that day, Donning grinned fiendishly. A small reporter who didn't keep his promise was really a good object to use. Putting down the newspaper, he had to get up and go to Barak's residence and quickly carry out the next plan.
Barak was a bit overwhelmed. Hannah missed Font. She was not interested at all in Sarah whom he favored. Even at the dinner table, in front of Sarah, Hannah just said some excessive words. "He is a cripple and not worthy of me. I can't marry him."
Sarah's face flushed with humiliation. The roses placed next to his left hand seemed to be laughing at this upright, honest, and hardworking young man. The originally shy young man didn't know what to say even more. He even felt that Hannah was right. He was not worthy of her.
The atmosphere at the dinner table was a bit awkward. As Hannah's mother, Britney liked this one-armed young man very much. As a woman who had experienced marriage, she deeply knew what an excellent husband should possess. Compared to that slick Font, Sarah was more suitable to be a husband.
She looked at Barak, got up and entered the bedroom to persuade her daughter. Barak looked at the hurt young man with some embarrassment. "I'm really sorry. She is like this. You know, it's all my fault. I didn't have the chance to teach her to be polite to guests when she was young. I apologize to you on behalf of my daughter."
Sarah quickly raised his head and waved his left hand. "No, you are a good father. Hannah is a good girl. She is right. I am not worthy of her."
"Are you giving up?" Barak felt that this young man seemed to be retreating. This was the last situation he wanted to see.
Sarah got up and looked determined. "No, I won't give up. I will try my best to make Miss Hannah accept me." The young man encouraged himself with his own experience. All persevering efforts would sooner or later be rewarded.
There was a knock on the door. Barak got up and opened the door. Seeing the person coming, his expression became respectful. "Mr. Donning."
When Sarah saw the young man who appreciated him, he also immediately stood up from his position and bowed respectfully. "Mr. Donning, I just came here to be a guest in my spare time. I will go back and work hard later. I will never fail your appreciation." He didn't dare to be the slightest slack in his work for fear that his boss would misunderstand that he had lost motivation and said so.
Donning came in and sat down casually. "Barak, open a newspaper office tomorrow. I need a newspaper office to serve me."
After giving the order, Donning planned to leave. But the strange atmosphere made him notice that something seemed to have happened. "There seems to be something unpleasant."
Perhaps the young man in front of him had a way. Thinking like this, Barak immediately told Donning what had just happened.
For Hannah, there was no need to be with Font anymore. After all, Font accepted Taylor and left her. The weaknesses they had planted in each other had all failed. In this case, it was better to give some benefits to Barak and Sarah. It was a good opportunity to win people's hearts.
Donning walked into the bedroom and saw Hannah crying on the bed. This girl was wearing an expensive silk dress and had dazzling jewels on her neck. Her mother Britney was sitting on the edge of the bed comforting her daughter.
Seeing the young man, Britney fell silent. The threat that their mother and daughter had made when they first met this young man was still vivid in their memory, as if he was a devil.
"Miss Hannah, if you don't know how to respect guests, I don't mind teaching you personally." Donning reached out and pulled up the girl lying on the bed.
Hannah saw the young man with a cold expression. Immediately, she stopped crying. Her body trembled and her face was pale.
"Listen carefully. You have to like the young man outside as soon as possible. Otherwise, I will take back everything you have, including your beloved dress and those valuable jewels. Then I will send you back to the brothel. You know, I have this power." Donning's voice was as cold as a devil from hell. He clearly knew that this jewel in Barak's palm could no longer be separated from those luxurious items and a comfortable life. She would never want to go back to that kind of place. In order to keep her comfortable life, she would agree to all requests.
Hannah trembled and walked out of the bedroom and came to Sarah's side. She was completely like a different person. She gently pulled Sarah's arm. She couldn't bear to part with her current life. For this reason, she would rather compromise.
Barak couldn't bear it, but he had no choice. At least it seemed good now.
Sarah pushed away Hannah's hand and looked at Donning who came out of the bedroom. He was a bit dissatisfied with his beloved being taught such a lesson. He stepped forward and looked serious. "Mr. Donning, everything I have is given by you. I respect you very much. But if someone wants to threaten the girl I love, I will not hesitate to give up everything."
Barak didn't expect Sarah to speak disrespectfully to his master for Hannah. He was a bit worried that Donning would take back everything the young man had because of these words.
"But she doesn't love you. Miss Hannah won't care that you stand up for her." Donning glanced at the indifferent girl beside him. A very subtle movement of this girl was noticed. Her eyes suddenly lit up. Obviously, she was moved. Sarah's brave act had worked.
"It's enough that I love her." Sarah clenched his fist like an angry lion.
If it wasn't handled well, he might even be punched. Donning patted Sarah on the shoulder and left the apartment, thinking in his heart. "Young man, your bravery has opened up a way for your love. Cherish it well."
Coming to that bar again, he saw that small reporter Stanow again. He had already tasted the sweetness and would never give up this clue. He still wanted to dig out more useful news clues.
Donning changed his expression, walked in angrily, and punched Stanow in the nose. Blood sprayed out. He picked up the small reporter from the ground and roared angrily. "It's you who made me lose my job, damn guy."
This fight aroused the dissatisfaction of the bar owner. Soon some attendants from the bar came over. They were more like small hooligans adopted by the bar to watch the place. The leader of a hooligan folded his arms across his chest and threatened. "If you don't want to be beaten together, you'd better get out of here."
Donning let go of Stanow's collar and left angrily. On the dark street, soon someone caught up. It was the small reporter who had just been beaten.
Stanow blocked Donning's way and was full of apology. "Sorry, sir. I just need valuable news clues." He covered his nose with one hand and reached into his pocket with the other hand and took out a stack of Caesars.
When that news made the newspaper sell out that day, Stanow applied for an expense from his newspaper boss, specially used to pay the informant's reward. He felt that he could dig out more explosive news. On the way here, he had already prepared to be beaten.
"Now you are my full-time informant and can get generous rewards. I will pay you a hundred Caesars for each clue. A very tempting amount. How about it? Anyway, you have already lost your job. This is a good income." He handed the money to the angry young man. "No one will refuse. Two hundred Caesars. I need more information."
The monthly salary of an ordinary person would not exceed two hundred Caesars. A very tempting amount. Donning snatched the two hundred Caesars, counted them, and put them in his pocket like a vulgar guy. "For the sake of Caesars, I will temporarily put aside my anger at your dishonesty."
Stanow took Donning to his home, took out pen and paper, and looked at the young man excitedly. "Say it, young man. What else do you know?"
It was time to talk about another case. Donning mentioned Zahavi who died in prison. "In that case, I was also the one who conducted the autopsy in the end. Mr. Zahavi was not killed by the guard because he escaped from prison. And I didn't find any signs of struggle on his body. He was easily killed without any precautions."
"And then?" The greedy Stanow wanted more information. He was not satisfied with just one piece of information.
Donning refused the greedy small reporter. "If you want to get the news, you have to pay. And every time I will only tell you one piece of information. You have to abide by our agreement."
When the Blot Post also reported about Zahavi, Blot City went crazy again. Everyone began to doubt the authority of the police station. The chief of the police station was completely enraged and slammed the coffee cup on the ground. "Damn Blot Post. If this continues, I will be driven out of the police station."
Although the entire government agency would get a lot of benefits from Alkmaar, when certain things aroused public anger and were out of control, those big shots didn't mind letting someone come out and bear the blame so that public anger could be calmed down.
The chief of the police station was not willing to end up in that situation. He had to fight back. Alkmaar told him not to interfere. But now he had to think about himself and do something.
"Mr. Alkmaar, sorry. I have to make that damn newspaper shut up. Then I will personally come to your door and apologize." Thinking like this, the chief of the police station called an assistant. "Think about how to deal with that damn Blot Post."
"Dig up the bodies and make them shut up." The assistant suggested.
"But those corpses will prove that we are lying. People will know that everything is false." The chief of the police station rubbed his stomach that was almost touching the lower edge of the table. The obesity made the chair creak.
"Boss, the coroners are all our people. They know what to say."