In Wei Lai's email box lies a new email, a reply from a mysterious person hiding behind the scenes.

Liang Zhijie and Wei Lai glanced at each other, clicked the mouse, and opened the email-

Hello:

Obviously, you're interested in that case from three years ago.

Where do I start?

Oh, by the way, I should start with my date with Julie. I know you've looked into me, but unfortunately, until now, you've not been sure who I am. If you're sure, I'll talk to you somewhere else. That place should be the interrogation room of the city criminal police team.

Look at me, how smart!

Through this email, Liang Zhijie seemed to see a smug face. He starts with you, and the word "you" refers to Wei Lai, the owner of the mailbox. The latter is you, although he did not explain who this "you" is worthy, but it is not difficult to find out from the context that this "you" refers to Wei Lai and Liang Zhijie, and even includes colleagues in the criminal police team.

This mysterious person hidden behind the case seems to have everything in his hands, and he is sure that Wei Lai will definitely come to Liang Zhijie after seeing the email.

Liang Zhijie typed out the words "who are you" in the dialog box, and then deleted them one by one. She understood that there was no point in such a question, and the only thing she could do now was read his reply.

She thought about using technical means to check his ID, but combined with the results of the previous investigation, this person is proficient in computers, and his ID, IP, and even everything he shows may be disguised.

Moving his gaze downward, Liang Zhijie continued to look at the subsequent content-

It was an ordinary afternoon, and I received a call from Julie while I was busy at work. She said she missed me and asked me if I could meet. I know what she means, and what she means by wanting has two meanings. One is thinking about my wallet, and the other is thinking about my body. Although she has many good looks, not every one of them can match her needs for a man.

As I said, I'm a smart person, and I know why she came to me, and I know why I came to her. Between men and women, there is no true love or true love, it is just a matter of your love and my willingness. Of course, when I first met her, I was also deceived by the illusion of tenderness she unleashed, thinking that she was a woman sent by God to save me and love me.

Unfortunately, her disguise was so bad that after a few dates, I saw through her for what she was.

Men, none of them are stupid, especially middle-aged men.

She thought she was a fisherman, but she didn't know that in the eyes of real anglers, a fisher could also become a small fish in a fishing net.

Anyway, I'm not the kind of fool she thinks I am.

I excused herself from being busy with work and asked her to open a room at the Four Seasons Hotel, and she naturally paid for the room.

I was deliberately a few minutes late, and she started texting me non-stop, for fear that the little investment she had put into opening the room would be ruined. This greedy woman, even if it's just a little profit, she doesn't want to let go.

I've seen your posts on the Internet, and you said that she would be rare to give her fifty dollars.

You're wrong, she's not just fifty dollars, five dollars is rare for her. She has always treated money equally, several, dozens, hundreds, and thousands of dollars in her eyes. Why aren't there tens of thousands? Because she wasn't worth the number, she knew it herself.

I sat in the car and watched her message me one by one, and it was like a cat and a mouse, and the mouse thought it was a cat on the other side.

Under this line of text, the mysterious man has a picture of the underground garage, but neither Liang Zhijie nor Wei Lai have seen the garage in this picture.

The sender was chattering, Liang Zhijie and Wei Lai could only continue to look down-

See that picture? That was another place that the police had overlooked three years ago.

Yes, it's an underground parking lot directly below the Four Seasons Hotel, but the entrance to this underground parking lot is not at the Four Seasons Hotel, it's next door. You won't see this parking lot on the plans of the Four Seasons Hotel either, because this parking lot is a legacy of history, and it was assigned to the next door at the beginning of the building's construction.

Three years ago, Four Seasons and its neighbor were in a business relationship, with customers and employees on both sides receiving discounted services. As for what is done next door, you should know that it is an entertainment venue under the Shengda Group.

Because of business entertainment, I often go in and out of the entertainment venue next door, so I naturally know about this underground parking lot. On the day of my date, I entered the Four Seasons Hotel through this underground parking lot.

The voice next door was almost at the same time as us, and I remember very well that Julie was still coquettish with me at the time, saying that the man next door must be very strong. I pinched her nose and asked her if she wanted to visit next door. Her coquettish smile was contrived and disgusting. Just as I was about to get up and leave, I heard a muffled grunt from next door, and it was extremely unusual.

Curious, I opened the door and saw a man hurrying out.

Julie pushed me behind him wrapped in a quilt and asked me what was wrong? I said I saw an acquaintance and told her to go back to bed.

I'm not a nosy person, but the muffled snort next door and the panicked look of the man made me extremely curious, and I especially wanted to know what was going on next door. After seeing the man leave, I went next door.

I don't know if the man was too panicked, or if there was something wrong with the door in the hotel itself, and the door next door was hidden. Looking through the crack in the door, I could see a woman lying on the ground in rags. Her hands were outstretched, her eyes wide open. Around her neck, there seems to be a men's tie wrapped around it. The tie is fuchsia, and the pattern should be striped. To be honest, that tie wasn't pretty.

I'm not sure if the woman is dead, I just think she's beautiful, there's a pale, powerless, hopeless beauty.

I wanted to go in and have a look, but there was a voice in the hallway, and I wasn't sure who it was, so I had to retreat into my room.

The door of my room was also hidden, and I stood behind it, listening to the sound in the hallway, and I thought, when the footsteps are gone, I'll go next door and have a look, but the footsteps stop next door.

I realized that it was the man who had come back, what he was going to do, what he was going to do, and I was so excited to stand behind the door.

Just as I was thinking and guessing, I heard the sound of the window opening. Yes, it was next door, and I immediately ran to the window. But the voice was gone. I stood in front of the window and waited, waiting, only to hear the sound of the door closing next door.

After another ten minutes, the voice next door appeared again, but it was a noisy, stabbing sound. Gently, I pushed the window open a crack and saw something wrapped in a sheet being pulled out of the window next door.