The evening breeze is very cool, and the wind of early spring carries a unique taste, slowly stirring people's hearts, like a cat's paw scratching people's hearts.

At this time, just when the major news media were hyping up the news, a letter was delivered to the mailbox of the Beijing Inspection Bureau.

This mailbox is a channel for letters and visits, and in order to ensure that the Beijing Inspection Bureau can keep in touch with the public, but, according to Baron, we accept opinions but do not accept rectification.

Of course, there are also some spam letters, some hoaxes, so it will take a few people to sift through them.

Recently, there are a little less things in the envelope box, because people are afraid to go out on the street, and many businesses have been temporarily closed in the past two days.

These shops are driven by cheap labor from undocumented people, who have recently closed their shops after a large number of undocumented people have avoided hitting the streets.

Anyway, closing a store is not a rare thing, and it also needs to be closed when Fusion is raging, so temporarily closing a store is not a big deal.

But in the end, if the murderer is not caught, the prestige of the Beijing Inspection Bureau will decline.

At this time, all the people in the Beijing Inspection Bureau are busy, but today's email is quite strange.

The man in charge of sifting through the letters pulled out an envelope with a garbled letter written on it and something in a clear plastic bag.

This thing is soft, but it's also a little hard, and the color is a little red.

The man in charge of the letter took a closer look at the contents of the bag before picking it up.

But when he finished reading the letter, he suddenly let out a howl, threw the plastic bag he was holding on the table, and turned to call someone.

At this time, his legs first weakened, and the chair behind him tripped his feet, and he rolled up with the chair, and then fell to the ground.

"What's wrong?"

The colleague who followed the voice walked into the room, and he saw that the man's face was pale, his eyes were full of panic, and he fell on the ground.

The man trembled as he took the letter and said, "Faith, faith, faith." ”

He couldn't say anything other than the word faith, and he could only say that word now.

The colleague took the letter in his hand, and when he read it, he raised his eyes to look at the thing on the table, and then pointed to the thing and said, "That, what is that?" ”

The man on the ground nodded desperately, almost throwing off his brain.

At this time, Calles was still in a meeting in the director's office, and at this time, the letter made the matter even more serious.

"Hello everyone from the Beijing Inspection Bureau, I am the person you have been looking for, in order to prove my identity, I specially brought a little gift to you, and the plastic bag is the meat of one of them."

"Of course, I'm not here just to say hello to you, I'm here to bring you a little challenge."

"I have written the information of my next target in ciphertext, if you can find my target, I will not continue to kill, but if you don't have time, I will continue to kill the next person, the given time is ten days."

"Of course, I also want more people to know about this, please publish this letter in the newspaper, if you don't do it, I can't guarantee that only one person will die next time."

That's what the letter is all about, and the meaning of the letter is very clear, the meaning of the letter is that after ten days, the murderer will attack a person, and the information about the target is in the letter.

The credibility of the letter is high, as what was sent with the letter was analyzed to be the flesh of the deceased.

First of all, regardless of whether the murderer's promise will be fulfilled or not, if it is tracked down, the next victim will appear.

Calles looked at the letter back and forth, and the garbled stuff gave him a headache, and the content of the letter gave him even more headaches.

"Looks like there's going to be another press conference." Baron also felt a little pity for Carles when he saw him, and if he had a press conference, Carles would really collapse.

"Boss, if I don't do it for you, I'm a high-level anyway, so it's good if I can't help you do it." Philip suddenly came to his senses, and he spontaneously offered to help Calais.

Baron himself didn't think Philip would do such good things, but Anders and Calais looked like old fathers.

Finally, Philip helped them with things so sensibly, the two of them couldn't help but burst into tears, and if there was a little more aphrodisiac music at this time, these two people would have to shed a little tears that they couldn't excruciate.

The ensuing press conference soon began, and Baron, though he didn't know what Philip was up to, knew it wasn't a good thing.

So Baron could only keep an eye in case Philip made something terrible.

At this time, the audience was full of reporters, holding all kinds of documentary materials, ready to ask questions at any time.

But Philip, as the protagonist, did not come for a long time.

When all the reporters were a little dazed and a little disenthusiastic, Philip slowly walked to the stage.

"Everyone, convening this press conference today, where am I ......?"

The reporters below began to get agitated again.

Bell bell bell.

The sound of the cell phone interrupted Philip's conversation, and Philip followed the phone and walked out again.

The enthusiasm that had just been burned by the people below was once again extinguished.

Then, more than ten minutes later, Philip came back with an apologetic look, and of course, Baron knew that that expression definitely did not mean sorry.

"I'm here to send a letter from a person who claims to be a murderer, and he asked for an open letter, but out of concern for public sentiment, we can only choose one media outlet to publish it."

"Please let our newspaper publish it."

"No, we're more suitable."

"No, we ......"

……

The people below began to quarrel, and at this time, Philip's cell phone rang again.

"What, there's something, okay, I'll come right away."

Philip pretended to have something to do and hurried to leave.

He put the letter on the table: "You decide for yourself, there is only one." ”

With that, Philip left the place, and a second later, the room turned into a battlefield.

As soon as Philip went out and turned around, he ran over to look at the surveillance, and the media people in the surveillance were inextricably fighting, and all kinds of moves were used.

Philip watched the show with relish, and as for the envelope he left behind, there was actually nothing in it.

Looking at the surveillance footage, Baron was also quite happy to watch, but he was trained, he would not laugh unless he couldn't help it.