“...... Notify me of new circumstances. ”

In the spacious, empty office, a man named Yalin hung up the phone, and the green call interface turned red, and a string of six digits appeared in the place of the caller's name.

The man looked at the string of numbers and pondered for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed, he put his phone next to him, and his other hand quickly operated on the touch screen in front of him.

The afternoon sun shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the side, but it doesn't make people feel the slightest warmth, as if something dark is pouring out of him, swallowing the light continuously.

Soon, a gray picture appeared on the tablet in his hand.

Numbers bouncing at the edge of the frame indicate that it is a surveillance footage.

If Dikda had been here, he would have recognized the house in the center of the picture as the villa he lives in!

The man fast-forwarded the video to sixteen times, and soon finished watching the twenty-four hour recording, and then the corners of his mouth gradually hooked.

He pulled open the drawer, took out a cell phone with the number sixteen on the perimeter of white sticky notes around it from a row of phones that were neatly arranged, and dialed a call.

"Admin? It's me, Bezel, how's it going...... What, you're cleaning the toilet, what's going on, I remember you didn't apply for a cleaner......" The man gently pressed his throat, and the sound that came out of his mouth was completely different from when he spoke to Dikda before, and even his tone and language habits changed a lot.

“...... Yes, yes, I wanted to ask you something...... I know, I'll pay, it's still the old way, we've been working together for so long, we should have enough trust between us to ......"

"Not a difficult question, just wanted to ask you about the recent situation in the Daily Reporter, to see if you have any new goals, or if anything special is happening......"

"Oh? A woman? Tell me about ......"

The westward sunlight dragged the man's silhouette long, and it could be faintly seen that there seemed to be a place on the back of the slender shadow's head, which was irregularly raised.

......

The headquarters of the Daily Reporter, the office area on the 29th floor.

Around the corner, Riniel, who was casually wearing a work uniform from nowhere, looked sideways at Peter, who had hurried into Dikda's office, sneered, crumpled the paper cup in his hand, and threw it into the trash.

Ten minutes later, Peter walked out of Dikda's office, sweating his sweat.

He walked to the door of the office area and looked left and right, but he didn't see Jarre, so he took out his mobile phone and called her.

"Where are you, Jarre, I didn't see you in the office."

"Downstairs, buy something to eat, there's only turtles and rats willing to stay in that damn office area."

"Uh, okay, you tell me the address, I'll go to you, the editor-in-chief has arranged a new task for us, let's meet and talk slowly."

Peter turned around and saw Dikda at the office door stretching out half of his body to look this way, and as he spoke, he gave a thumbs up to that side, Dikda nodded, and retracted the door.

"I knew he was going to kick me out, that damn old turtle!" An annoyed voice came from the phone, "Forget it, I'll wait for you downstairs, let's go to the restaurant next to us for a bite to eat, and talk about the new mission by the way." ”

"Alright, I'll come down now."

Hanging up, Peter stepped into the elevator with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

On the other side, Luo Ruier, who also hung up the phone, took out a fifty bill from his wallet and handed it to the boss behind the glass case.

"No need to find a boss." She grabbed something from the table and turned away, tore up the receipt and threw it in the trash can on the side of the road, and headed for the Daily Reporter.

Scraps of paper fell, and the words "Powerful Sleeping Pills" could be faintly seen on them......

......

On the street, several police cars roared by, and pedestrians on the road pointed in the direction of the police car's departure, without much surprise and doubt in their expressions, as if they had long been accustomed to this kind of life.

The red and blue police lights quickly disappeared at the intersection, Mu Yan retracted his gaze, put his hands in his pockets, and walked in a direction along the street.

At this time, he had changed into a gray trench coat, and he looked a little more stable.

Following the guidance of the Shadow Mark, he quickly found the place where the man who appeared to be Detective Pinker had been last night.

It was an apartment building that looked to be some years old, and the entrance was sandwiched between two restaurants, and you could smell the rich smell of pizza and steak as you passed.

Standing at the door of the apartment and taking a deep breath of air, Mu Yan swallowed, looked at the sky, turned around and walked down the steps to the pizzeria next to him.

"The talent of a foodie is good at everything, but the resistance to food is too poor......" complained in his heart, Mu Yan pushed open the glass door of the pizza shop with a smile on his face.

......

At two o'clock in the morning, a black trench coat came out of the night and stepped on the edge of the street lamp and stepped on the steps of the apartment.

Turning his head to glance around at the cameras around him that no longer reflected red light, the man gently opened the apartment door and walked in.

Click......

The iron door behind him closed, and the sensor light in the corridor automatically lit up, illuminating the man's face.

It's the man who seems to be Detective Pinker!

After listening carefully for a moment, the man's eyes swept over the door locks and cat's eyes in front of several houses on the first floor, and after making sure that there were no suspicious people hiding behind the doors, he went upstairs.

It is an old-fashioned apartment with only five floors, with four families living on each floor, and there is no elevator.

There was almost no sound of the man's footsteps walking on the stairs, and the rubbing of clothes was rarely heard between walks, and the whole person walked up the spiraling stairs like a moving ghost.

Soon, he came to the third floor.

The corridor was dim, and for some reason, the sensor lights that should have been lit up were delayed, so that the surrounding environment could only be seen slightly through the light shining on the stairs.

But the man was unaffected.

He still stood at the top of the stairs like the first floor and looked left and right, his dark green eyes seemed to be able to see through the darkness to see his surroundings clearly.

"2301's shoe cabinet is messier than usual, there are more handprints on the doorknob than yesterday, and a piece of the wall skin has been worn off...... The divorced man was drunk again. The man silently analyzed in his heart, his gaze sweeping counterclockwise.

"There was a bright light in 2302's cat's eye, which was dim and flickering...... It's likely that the two young people who shared the house were still playing games. ”

His gaze finally swept over the two doors on the left.

The door of 2303 was covered with dust, as if it had been uninhabited for a long time.

The door to 2304 was the same as usual, with no footprints on the ground or any other falling objects.

Everything works!

The man calmly withdrew his gaze, slipped his left hand into his coat pocket, and walked towards 2304. Read the latest chapter of "Infinite Crazy Amusement Park Claw Book House" for free for the first time.