In a room, a man in his thirties was sitting on an office chair, holding a cell phone in his hand and typing skillfully on the cell phone with one hand.

It should be sending a text message.

It is worth noting that the hand he holds the phone is his left hand. This posture of the thumb of his left hand clicking on the screen makes people suddenly feel a little uncomfortable.

Suddenly, dong dong dong dong, a series of knocks sounded from the door.

"Come in!" the man put down his cell phone and said.

Immediately, the door was pushed open and a young man walked in. The man was wearing a not-so-fitting suit with an open collar, and the tattoo on his collar could be vaguely seen.

"Please close the door." The man sitting in the chair spoke softly and sounded very polite.

The young man who came in was very obedient and quickly turned around and closed the door.

"Come here." The man said again.

The young man also obediently walked over.

"Bang!" With a crisp sound, the person sitting on the chair slapped the young man in the face, and he didn't slap him.

However, the young man staggered and stood up quickly, not daring to say a word.

"I've said it many times. When you came here, you dressed like a personal one. Look at this suit, you can't even cover your tattoos. What should you do if you see the sharp-eyed person?" the middle-aged man asked.

"I'm sorry." The young man lowered his head and kept apologizing.

“How much does this time?”

"Half...half a pound!"

The middle-aged man hesitated for a few seconds, then took out a small package from the cabinet beside him and threw it to the other party.

"Tell me that if you ask someone above you to trade with me next time, I will kill the person who comes here. Anyway, one or two scumbags like you at the bottom of society will not notice it." When the middle-aged man said this, his tone was still very stable, as if he subconsciously wanted to maintain his demeanor.

"Ming... I understand!" The gangster in a suit swallowed.

"Please bring the door when you leave."

"Okay!" The gangster hurriedly carried the package and ran out of the room.

"Hu——" the middle-aged man breathed a deep breath.

A few seconds later...

"call----"

He exhaled again.

However, the continuous deep breathing did not calm his emotions, and finally, he burst out.

He suddenly stood up from the chair, kicked the trash can in front of him fiercely, and kicked it to the wall, and the waste paper inside scattered all over the floor.

"Damn! Damn! Damn!" He cursed angrily, completely different from what he had just said: "Why did the key fall into the hands of the police! Why! Ahhhh———"

He cursed wildly. After a while, he finally finished venting. Looking at the waste paper by the wall, he took out a pair of rubber gloves from the table and picked up the waste paper and threw it into the trash can, and put it back in the original place.

After doing this, the man picked up his phone again and then wrote his text message.

[This key is very important, so no matter what, please help me get it back. Please trouble you.]

After typing the last sentence, he sent the text message.

The text message also contains a photo, which was taken by Masako at the first crime scene.

After that... the man leaned on the office chair weakly.

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"Give me the key back..." he murmured at the ceiling.

At the same time, in the video hall, Masako and Zhou Yan were still surprised that the deceased had been married.

But when you think about it, a celebrity model even had to secretly hold a wedding. It seems that these so-called stars are not as glorious as they appear. They have their pain. Maybe these glamorous people, under the admiration of countless eyes, actually want the most is to have an ordinary person's life.

"Where is the father of the deceased? And the husband of the deceased, has the police station contacted?" asked Sister Masako.

"I have already contacted me. I need to take a plane overnight in the 22 city area. The village where the deceased's father is located does not have a train, so I need to go to the town first, so I will only come here tomorrow morning as soon as possible."

"Okay." Sister Masako sighed: "Where is the autopsy? When will the result be obtained?"

"It should be tomorrow, too." The policeman replied.

Alas! The clue was cut off.

Everyone related to the parties will not arrive tomorrow.

Even if any evidence can be found on the body, the report will not be issued tomorrow.

This time, the case seemed to be frozen here all of a sudden.

In fact, there is nothing we can do about this. After all, this is a case that occurs in a city. It is not like a villa in an isolated island where there are only a few people who toss and turn around. As long as you use your brain, you can always solve the case.

However, such cases with a large range of involvement, a wide range of methods of committing crimes, and a complex network of relationships are often impossible to solve in a short period of time.

For example, ‘Witnesses traveled to Africa and needed to fly two days before they could come back.’

'The suspect had absenteeism, but he couldn't determine whether he would buy a murderer, so he had to check all the nearby underground forces.'

'Old Wang may have clues, but he is doing business, with tens of millions of dollars, but he just doesn't come back. You can't have someone tie him up for a record. If the business is lost, will the police station have to pay for it?'

Anyway, various situations have occurred, which leads to a murder case that may last a week or even half a month before progress can be made.

And at this moment, it is the time when the case is stuck.

"It seems that there is no way to go deeper tonight. I can only wait until tomorrow morning to see if there are any new clues." Sister Masako rubbed her head.

"So...again?"

"How is that possible?" Sister Masako smiled bitterly, "It's just that in this case, I'm just going to take a break quickly. My phone must be on, and I'm always ready to deal with the clues I found suddenly. I can't sleep well. In fact, I would rather solve the case at once, even if I don't sleep for three consecutive days, I would rather not drag it on like this."

"Then our exam..."

"It's still going on. When will this case end and when will your exam be finished? If it delays for a month, then you will take the exam for a month!"

"Ah?!" Zhou Yan looked uncomfortable.

Sister Masako saw Zhou Yan's expression: "What's wrong? I feel uncomfortable handling a case with me?"

"No, no, no, it's very comfortable with Sister Masako!"

“Extremely comfortable?”

"Uh, I don't mean that either." Zhou Yan was definitely not a match for Sister Masako when he was squinting.

"Okay, it shouldn't be delayed for too long. When the autopsy results come out tomorrow, the relatives of the deceased will also come, and things should be able to make progress.

Just so happen that learning profiles from me during this period will be beneficial to your future detective journey... few detectives nowadays are willing to contact profiles." Sister Masako smiled and said, "Send me home."

"Go home?" Zhou Yan was stunned again: "It's not good to go home like this. If it's too far from the side where the case happened, there may be situations that may not be able to get there."

"It's okay, the place I live is not too far from here, you can get there in more than ten minutes by taxi." Sister Masako smiled.

That's quite a coincidence."

The examiners had spoken, and Zhou Yan had no choice but to agree.

Next, Sister Masako explained some related matters to the people in the evidence collection team. We took a look at it, and soon the two of them got on the car back to Masako's house.

Sure enough, it was really not far away. In less than ten minutes, the taxi was parked in front of an apartment. Although the apartment was not large in size, it was very exquisite and beautiful.

Sister Masako and Zhou Yan got out of the car.

"Do you know, 80% of the opposite sexes are looking forward to me saying 'Come up and sit down' when they stand downstairs in my house, but I never agreed."

"Uh..." Zhou Yan pulled a long voice: "So, what do you mean?"

"I mean... you've been busy for so long, and you're very tired, should you come up and sit down?"

Zhou Yan was frightened: "Is this considered part of the exam?"

"Not count." Sister Masako's smile made Zhou Yan's heart thump under the street lights.

"Huh--I'm scared to death." Zhou Yan finally let out a breath: "Then I won't go up. You can walk slowly and be careful when going up the stairs."

"Haha~" Sister Masako smiled and said, "I'm really an ungrateful little brother, then you can find a place to rest by yourself. Remember not to go far and keep your phone on."

"Okay~" Zhou Yan said with relief, without even watching Sister Masako go upstairs, turned around and prepared to find a hotel nearby to rest.

Sister Masako looked at Zhou Yan's back, and appeared under the street lights, and then entered the night, getting farther and farther away, and the smile on the corner of her mouth became more and more charming.

Finally, Zhou Yan disappeared from sight, and Sister Masako turned around and walked up the apartment building.
Chapter completed!