At night, the street was deserted, and despite the faint glow of the streetlights, it still couldn't withstand the gloom of the place.

......The sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the silent streets.

A man walked out of the corner, his steps staggering, his left hand crushing against the bleeding wound on his right arm.

His messy hair was covered with sweat, and his haggard face wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and inside the glasses were a pair of tired eyes.

He walked towards the old phone booth on the street, sticky blood dripping down his fingertips.

Right now.

"Knock-knock-" The huge bell suddenly rang, and the bell was thick and powerful, as if announcing the coming of darkness.

"No...... Don't ......" The man's body trembled violently, and he rushed to the phone booth in a panic, but accidentally tripped and stumbled into the phone booth despite the pain of the wound tearing.

Enduring the pain, he picked up the phone receiver and pressed his fingers anxiously on the number.

"Hello?" Soon a voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Is it Briman? I! I'm Lawson! Fast! Help me! The man said anxiously, looking back from time to time to check the situation behind him.

"What's wrong, Rosen!"

"Listen up! I don't have much time......" Lawson said as anxiously as an ant on a hot pot.

"Dangchang!" Before Lawson could finish speaking, there was a strange noise behind him.

Rosen looked back in horror, only to see that his face was pale and his teeth chattered.

He shook off the telephone receiver and fled into the depths of the street in a panic, where a shadow flashed on the ground under the light of the streetlights.

In the phone booth, the drooping blood-stained earpiece swayed from side to side.

……

In the bedroom, Berryman sat on the bed, holding a letter in his hand.

The letter reads, "Do you want to play with me too? ”

Yes, I have to play with you. Burriman wanted to respond, but he didn't even know who wrote the letter.

He only knows that the person who "gives gifts" is extremely cruel!

Berryman set the letter aside, his gaze falling on the eyeball in the ring box.

Judging by the shape and size, this should be a human eyeball, and hopefully it does not belong to Rosen.

This man is watching me in the shadows! Berryman got up and closed the curtains, but the feeling of prying eyes still hadn't subsided.

I can't put all my hope on the police, I have to do something! But I don't even have a clue, what else can I do?

"Damn!" Burriman kicked down the chair beside him, he clutched at his hair as he walked back and forth in the room, feeling a stone in his chest, and he felt very embarrassed.

Do something! I had to do something! Am I missing any important clues?

Rosen's distress call, a messy room, a wall full of words, methamphetamine, disturbing eyes, Rosen's cell phone...... That's right, phone!

Burriman's eyes lit up, and he walked out of the house and returned to the Rosen residence, took out the methamphetamine that had been hidden, his mobile phone and the keys, and took them home.

When he got home, he turned on Rosen's phone and dialed all the numbers of all the contacts he had saved, including recent historical call log numbers.

Fifteen minutes later.

All the contacts said they didn't know where Rosen was, but Burriman didn't give up, and he opened the chat app on his phone.

Thankfully, Rosen set up an auto-save password, and Berryman was able to log in and check his recent chats.

Half an hour later.

None of the chats indicate where Rosen went.

Have you worked for nothing? Berryman hung his head, then took a cigarette from his drawer, took it in his mouth, and lit it.

Whenever he feels upset, lighting a cigarette will always calm his mind.

There was a knock on the door.

Berry Man hurriedly put the ring box and the letter into the gift box, and after extinguishing the cigarette, he stood on tiptoe and went to the back of the door without making a sound, and peeked out through the cat's eye on the door.

Outside the door stood a young girl, dressed in a floral dress, her slender hands pulling her hair behind her ears.

Under her slender willow eyebrows, a pair of smart eyes were as clear as water, her small mouth hooked a sweet smile, and she waved her hand to greet the cat's eye on the door.

Burriman's brow furrowed slightly behind the door, and he asked vigilantly, "Who is it?"

"Hello, my name is Merlene, and I am a private investigator, and I would like to ask Mr. Berry Man about the disappearance." The woman's voice sounded like a wind chime.

Detective? What the hell is she trying to do? When Berryman opened the door, he smelled the smell of floral perfume coming from the other party.

"Everything you want to know is in the police records." Berryman Road.

"I want to know what you didn't say." Merlin smiled slightly, and before Berryman could agree, she squeezed into the room.

"The room is a bit of ......a mess," Berryman hurriedly put the gift box into the drawer.

"Yo, girlfriend?" Merlin smiled playfully, revealing her neat teeth.

Burriman smiled awkwardly, picked up the chair he had kicked over, and said, "Feel free to sit down."

Merlin sat at the table, dressed in a dress, and raised her slender legs in spite of the image, lazily resting on another bench, looking into the room with interesting eyes.

She's not polite at all. Berryman gave her a meaningful look and handed her a glass of water.

"I thought that the profession of detective was long gone." Burryman also sat down, staring at each other, deeply suspicious of Merlin's identity.

"Then you're lucky, you have one in front of you."

"So, what do you want to know?"

"Let's start when you find out that Lawson is missing."

"Okay." Burriman repeated what he had said when he took notes last night, but he didn't say anything about his cell phone or methamphetamine.

Burryman didn't trust Merlin.

Merlin nodded after listening, her fingers kept curling her hair down, and she looked slightly thoughtful.

"Well, the facts of the case are basically what I expected." Merlin gently held her chin with her hand and smiled confidently.

Did you expect that? This detective seems to be a bit of a standard! Burriman leaned back in his chair and revisited the other with a little interest.

I saw Mei Lin take out a file bag from her bag and put the documents in the bag neatly on the table.

"The case of Rosen's disappearance has a lot of similarities with many recent disappearances."

"Look." Merlene's slender finger pointed at a file. "On August 9 last year, Mark's disappearance was a Thursday, and the time of disappearance was about early in the morning."

Then she moved her finger to the right, pointing to the second file.

"Thursday, November 11 last year, in the early hours of the morning."

"Missing ...... in the early hours of Thursday, March 21"

"Thursday, May 30th, missing ...... in the early hours of the morning"

Merlene spoke of a dozen disappearances in a row, all on Thursdays.

"Finally, Rosen disappeared yesterday, October 24th, also on Thursday."

"Wait." Berryman interrupted her.

"Rosen has been missing for at least a week, and even though I found him missing yesterday, Thursday, the time of discovery is not the same as the time of disappearance."

"But that doesn't mean it's not missing on Thursday, right?" Merlin asked rhetorically.

Berryman nodded, puzzled, and asked, "Why Thursday?"

"I'd love to know, too, but there's a lot more to it than that." Merlin opened one file after another.

These archives are affixed with many pictures, and in the pictures, Berryman sees a familiar scene.

A messy scene, a wall full of words, and eyeball portraits.

Most of these photos were taken in the apartment, and without exception, there were a large number of red sensitive words left on the scene, and an eyeball symbol was painted.

"These are all found after they disappeared, and they still haven't found the missing person, and there are words on the wall, every case, it's really weird." Merlin bit her red lip and fiddled with the glass in her hand.

"Were they kidnapped?" Berry was puzzled.

"That's for sure, I'm absolutely sure who Rosen's kidnapper is." Merlin licked her lips excitedly.

There was a suspect so soon? Berryman's eyes lit up and he was looking forward to it.

"Listen carefully." Merlene put on black-rimmed glasses, put away her cynical appearance, and embellished the tear moles under the corners of her eyes, which made her add a touch of sultry charm.

"First, why did the murderer write so many sensitive words in Rosen's house? Because of resentment, the murderer resented Rosen. Merlin pushed the frame and continued her reasoning.

"Second, it takes a long time to write down so many words, isn't the murderer worried about being arrested while writing? But he wasn't worried, because he knew that no one was visiting at this time, because he knew Rosen, which also proved that he knew Rosen. ”

It makes sense, and sure enough, the detective is different. Berry Man looked at Merlin intently, not sparing every word she said.

"Third." Merlin stood up and walked leisurely over to Burriman.

"There is only one person in this city who knows Rosen and resents him." Merlin stared straight at Berryman, like a cheetah staring at its prey.

Berryman swallowed nervously and asked, "Who is it?" ”

Merlin sat down on the table and crossed her legs.

"It's you!" She said word by word.

At this moment, it was as if the air around him had frozen, so quiet that even the rain outside the window did not dare to say anything.

Burriman's face darkened, a pair of neat eyebrows gradually turned upside down, he stared at Merlin, and asked coldly, "What about the motive?" What about proof of presence? ”

"You are jealous that he is richer and more handsome than you, so you plan to kidnap him and blackmail him for money." Merlin raised her head, with a confident smile, and her face was full of determination.

"With my relationship with him, if I need money, I can borrow it from him, so why do I have to kidnap him?"

"I'm jealous that he's more handsome than me?! You've probably never seen a picture of him, have you? ”

"Your reasoning about my motives is completely unfounded!" Berryman clenched his fists, suppressing his anger.

Merlin was speechless, her confident smile fading away, and she was silent for a long time.

"That's right! I didn't think of it, hahahahaha......" Merlin blushed and smiled very embarrassedly.

That's enough! Burryman grabbed Merlin's arm, opened the door, and threw her out the door!

"Hey!" Mei Lin's face was pale, she staggered as if she was practicing drunken boxing, if she hadn't grabbed the handrail in the corridor, I am afraid she would have fallen into the mud.

"Listen to me, Mr. Berryman!" Mei Lin hurriedly turned around and explained.

There was a "bang" and the door was shut.

"You'd better change jobs, detectives aren't for you, bless! You! Rub! This! Berryman's voice came from inside the door.