Zhuo Yanbei shouldn't have known what exactly happened, but he heard something from Su Hao's words just now.

Hearing his reminder, Su Hao didn't speak, just held his mobile phone, stood up straight, and looked at the night outside the window, not knowing whether his mood had drifted somewhere or the bottom of the abyss.

He was right, if the murderer was a repeat offender, such a low-level mistake was likely to be just a misdirection, how could it leave a blood-stained thread?

Even if the garbage bags are turned over, it shouldn't be all upside down, and there is a high probability that the killer is deliberately leaving false evidence to mislead the police.

"I'm sorry, I just accidentally dialed your number, it's late, did I disturb your rest?" Su Hao calmed down for a while before speaking.

"It's okay, I didn't sleep." Zhuo Yanbei's voice was still not warm, but she could feel that he had added a little patience to her.

Su Hao lowered her head and stood by the window, listening to the shallow breathing of the person on the phone, this familiar feeling made her reluctant to break this silence.

Because she knew that as long as she opened her mouth, they were still two polite and unfamiliar people, because she was once protected by Zhuo Yanbei, and now, no matter what, she also had to protect his pure land and prevent the power of the New York gangsters from disturbing his current life.

"Mr. Zhuo." She glanced at the time, no longer delayed, and said softly: "I asked Assistant He for your contact information, maybe this is very abrupt, but I just want to make it clear, although I have indeed lived in the United States, I have never met Mr. Zhuo, so you may have recognized the wrong person." ”

The silence on the other end of the phone made her feel very uncertain, she didn't know whether Zhuo Yanbei remembered something, or just had some suspicions from these clues, but no matter what, since this lie was told, she had to keep it round.

"I'll be back in three days." He didn't seem to hear what she had just said, and suddenly said such a sentence.

Su Hao smiled: "Then I wish Mr. Zhuo a safe journey, I won't bother you anymore, goodbye." ”

"Three days later, at five o'clock in the afternoon, on the sixth floor of the Bojin Hall opposite Zhuoya Group, Su Hao, I will wait for you to come."

Before she hung up, his voice came from the phone in a hurry.

Su Hao's hand holding the phone tightened: "I thought I made it very clear, we don't need to meet......"

"Alright, get some rest early." There was a bit of exhaustion in his voice.

Obviously, he really had just arrived at the hotel.

Su Hao suddenly didn't know what to say, so he could only say goodbye and hurriedly hung up the phone, so as not to delay his rest any longer, but after the phone hung up, his heart seemed to have a huge gap, a little painful, and a little sour.

Why insist on seeing her?

Was her explanation on the phone a lie that he could hear lightly?

But Zhuo Yanbei, since you have forgotten about it, don't think about this qiē again, don't get involved in these bloody storms again, those past that have gone through life and death in the United States, let it rot in the deepest part of your heart, and never, never appear in your life again, including this Su Hao, who almost cost you your life.

She lowered her head, clutched the blood-stained white dress in her hand, regrouped her expression, and turned back to her computer to continue looking at the photo.