"Eric, you know, I love my husband so much. Mrs. Jones was teary-eyed and sobbed.

Eric opened the envelope, revealing a stack of photographs. Chiko saw that the central character in these photos was a man in his twenties, Svenwen, who was very handsome.

Eric asked, "Oh~ yes, I understand, this should be your ......" As he spoke, Eric frowned, pulled out a hand, and counted in a whisper with his fingers "one, two, three, four".

"This is my seventh husband, Jack. We met on the beach in Hawaii as a college student working at a beach hotel. I~We fell in love at first sight~" Mrs. Jones, who is already middle-aged, will also show some shyness at this time.

Qianzi quickly understood that one was a middle-aged rich lady who had reached the age of a wolf and a tiger, and the other was a handsome college student who had never done anything from the world, and I was afraid that what Mrs. Jones said about love at first sight was just wishful thinking on her part. Or the two of them know very well in their hearts that one needs a young body, and the other needs a "private ATM" that can withdraw money while lying in bed, and the two of them just take what they need. However, what Qianzi didn't expect was that when women became rich, they were so playful.

"These photos show that you don't trust him anymore. Eric continued to look back and forth at the photos.

"Of course not, Eric, you know I love him. So, I hope he can be as dedicated to me as I am. Mrs. Jones is very vocal in distinguishing these photographs from "distrust."

"Okay~but~ Judging from these photos, your husband didn't have any extramarital affairs, but disappeared, right?" Eric handed the photo to Chiko on the side.

Mrs. Jones's eyes widened in surprise and she covered her mouth and looked at Eric incredulously: "Oh~ You're amazing, yes, he's missing, and the three million dollars I gave him are gone." ”

Hearing Eric's conclusion, Chiko was also taken aback. Judging from the thickness of the photographs and the angle of the photographs, Mrs. Jones must have sent someone to investigate her husband, but how can you tell from these photos that this is a disappearance?

With a compassionate countenance, Chiko asked, "What a misfortune, Mrs. Jones, have you called the police?"

Mrs. Jones immediately became resentful: "I think the Solomon District Police Department must be a garbage dump for police officers all over the world." They looked at it for a week and told me there was no result. ”

Eric said with a tone of regret, "It's unfortunate, maybe you should have come to me earlier, I must have found your little Jack in time than those stupid cops and the CIA who love to walk fashion shows." ”

Hearing Eric's words, Chiko glared at him secretly, but still asked curiously, "How did you know from the photo that Mr. Jack was missing?" Chiko's question also aroused Mrs. Jones's doubts, and she gave Eric a look full of question marks.

Eric split the photos in half between Chiko and Mrs. Jones, dangling in a rocking chair and asking, "Do you think these pictures have anything in common?"

Chiko began to carefully compare the photos in her opponents, but after comparing them twice, she still did not find any common denominator. These are all photos of Mr. Jack at different times and places, and there is no fixed person to go to the appointment, there are women and men, old and young, and even the clothes are different. The thought that Eric could find the clues in it with just one look at it made Chiko a little annoyed by comparison.

Mrs. Jones on the side was already impatient, and she asked eagerly: "Eric, have you found a clue to my husband's disappearance in these photos, tell me quickly, maybe my little Jack is suffering inhuman torture~" Saying that, Mrs. Jones seemed to see Jack being beaten and abused, the fat on her face folded into layers of folds because of fright, and prayed to Eric with tears in her eyes.

Eric was very calm, and seemed to be very relieved of Mr. Jack's current situation: "My poor Mrs. Jones, please rest assured, you just said that Mr. Jack's three million dollars are missing?"

Mrs. Jones sobbed: "Yes~ I opened an account for him at Salomon Bank, and I would give him three million every year as daily expenses, but just a week ago, I received a text message from the bank on my mobile phone reminding him that all the money was withdrawn at once. ”

Eric tapped his index finger lightly on his temple: "So, you want to ask Mr. Jack where the money went, after all, it is very abnormal to overdraw the amount for the whole year at one time, and then you find out that Mr. Jack is missing." ”

Mrs. Jones nodded repeatedly. At this time, Qianzi thought that three million dollars was not a small amount after all, and most banks would conduct very strict identification of such a one-time huge withdrawal.

"May I ask if Solomon Bank was transferred by Mr. Jack himself?" Chiko said the doubts in her heart.

"That's right, it was Jack who personally called the manager of the bank. I've seen the bank's footage, and it's Jack who came to do the formalities. He also asked the manager some questions about the arrival time and processing fee"

Chiko secretly sneered when she heard Mrs. Jones's statement. The truth is clear, and the so-called disappearance of Mr. Jack is nothing more than Mrs. Jones's "naïve" idea. If Mr. Jack had been kidnapped and disappeared because of a money issue, it would have been impossible to care about the payment and handling fees. Perhaps this "smart" Mr. Jack is spending his three million dollars with some beautiful young girl in a country where he is drunk and dreaming of death.

"Believe me, Mrs. Jones, I think your husband must have left you for some reason, as you said, the money was taken by Mr. Jack himself, and if it was forced, it would not be possible to ask about the time and commission of the transfer, just as a rabbit would not ask a fox - man, my meat cannot be eaten overnight, and cumin must be sprinkled. Eric's explanation may seem cynical, but it is very concise and clear.

Mrs. Jones breathed a sigh of relief after listening to Eric's explanation: "Then where will he go? Could it be~ Could it be some other accident?" For example~For example......" said, Mrs. Jones seemed to think of some terrifying storyline again, and the layers of fat folds on her face were piled up more tightly.

"Rest assured, these pictures tell me that your husband, Mr. Jack, is safe. Eric asserted confidently.

Qianzi couldn't help but interject: "But these photos don't have anything in common as you said." Mrs. Jones echoed and nodded.

"Really?" said Eric, pulling out a photograph from it, "you see how many people are in this picture." ”

This is a photo of Mr. Jack checking in the hotel lobby. The characters in the photo are not complicated, in addition to Mr. Jack himself, there are three young and beautiful waiters, a handsome waiter pushing a luggage cart, and there are three other customers of the hotel in the corner of the photo.

"Including Mr. Jack, there are 8 characters in total. Chiko quickly named the number of people in the photo.

At this point, Eric took the part of Mrs. Jones's photograph and chose one of them and asked them the same question: "What about this one? How many people are in this one?"

This is a photo of Mr. Jack at the door of a high-end winery. The figure in this photograph is simpler, with only one of Mr. Jack himself, as if it were a private winery, or one of Mrs. Jones's estates.

"Obviously, it's just Mr. Jack. Chiko became less and less aware of Eric's intentions.

Eric let out a chuckle of "hum" from his nose, and he shook his right index finger at Chiko, and said slowly, "It's a pity that you got it wrong twice, and each time you missed the most crucial person in these photos." ”

"How is that possible!" Chiko took the two photos and carefully compared them again, but it was still in vain.

Mrs. Jones, who was already impatient, pleaded earnestly, "Eric, you mean that the key clue that Miss Andy missed is the key person who appeared in both of these pictures?"

Eric raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "It's not just these two photos, in fact, this stack of photos can be divided into six groups according to the location where they were taken, namely three hotels, wineries, golf courses and Solomon International Airport." And this person, well~ let's call him X, all appeared at the same time as Mr. Jack in these six locations. ”

Chiko looked at the photo in her hand again, but still couldn't find the Mr. X, who appeared six times at the same time. Eric pointed to the first photo of Mr. Jack at the hotel: "Two beautiful ladies, please take a closer look at the metal pole on the luggage trolley in the photo." ”

Hearing Eric's guidance, Chiko and Mrs. Jones both focused their eyes on the inconspicuous luggage trolley. Sure enough, a person's face was reflected on the metal pole of the silver luggage cart. Chiko immediately thought that in the second photograph of Mr. Jack at the winery, there was also a reflection similar to a metal rod. Unsurprisingly, the metal body of the luxury car parked in front of the winery also reflects a very similar side face.

"It's amazing!" said Mrs. Jones, who could not help but express her sincere admiration for Eric. Then, through the different angles of mirroring found in these six sets of photos, Chiko quickly pieced together the portrait of this Mr. X in her mind. When the last piece of the "character puzzle" is put together, the mysterious Mr. X finally reveals his true face: a high and narrow nose, deep eye sockets, thick beard, and a broad forehead...... It's almost a typical "killer face".

Looking at this portrait of Mr. X in her heart, Chiko felt a little familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere. She glanced at Eric quietly, only to notice that Eric had given him a strange smile, as if to tell her: You must know him.

How could it be? Could it be that even Eric knows this mysterious Mr. X? Chiko took a deep breath and tried to stir the memory hippocampus in her brain again, and the fragmentary images whizzed by like a rapidly switching slide. Suddenly, Chiko stopped the galloping memory "train", and the picture in his mind was fixed on a picture of a dead man.

It's him!,Chiko's eyes widened in surprise. She looked at Eric again, and Eric nodded slightly, as if he knew the answer in Chiko's heart. And he is more familiar with this Mr. X than Chiko, or to be precise, the X Killer, because he is the Smiling Legion Killer who was ambushed in Fulton Mansion more than a week ago but was ambushed by Eric.