"Hello." The girl answered.
The sound over there was very soft, and logically only the girl could hear it, but Meng Xi's special ability allowed him to hear it clearly.
"Mr. Meng, what you asked me to investigate is not difficult. The bar is in a very busy place. There are surveillance cameras inside the bar, in the surrounding shops, and on the streets. But..." At this point, the man hesitated.
"But what?" The girl clenched her fingers.
"However, no suspicious individuals appeared during the time period you mentioned. To be more precise, no one appeared throughout the entire night. Everyone who entered the hotel was recorded on surveillance, and anyone who went to the third floor was also investigated, and no suspicious signs were found. The only thing worth noting is that the surveillance footage in front of box 312 is incomplete; a section was deliberately cut out. Someone may have entered during that time... but... but we can't find out who that person was."
When Meng Xi heard this, he already knew what Shi Wuqing was investigating.
——His death.
——The person who made her care so much turned out to be himself.
Shi Wuqing's eyelashes trembled, she glanced in the direction of the driver, and said coldly, "Send a message and tell me."
After saying that, she hung up the phone.
Meng Xi floated to her side and watched her typing:
That surveillance footage isn't important. You should bypass this part of your investigation. Be sure to investigate thoroughly. Don't let anyone who was at the bar that night go undetected. Also, expand your investigation to include the surrounding streets—money is no object.]
The other party didn't respond for a moment, seeming a little embarrassed, but finally said: "I understand, but Mr. Meng, this will take longer."
Is ten days enough?
[…It’s a bit forced.]
[The sooner you find the person I'm looking for, the higher my reward will be.]
"I understand! But it'll take at least a month..."
Shi Wuqing deleted the chat history and did not reply.
Meng Xi looked at his sister's expression, but found that she had closed her eyes.
After thinking about it for a moment, he realized that the surveillance footage that was cut was the scene of her entering the box.
She didn't want people to find out that she looked exactly like Meng Xi.
To make yourself a flawless bait?
Did she understand that even if she really lured the murderer out, she might not be able to deal with him?
It is very likely that the murderer will kill her as well.
Meng Xi's eyes were a little unpredictable.
In fact, he had already realized that his sister understood him much better than he imagined. Even though they had not seen each other for twelve years, she was able to imitate his personality and get along with his parents, Mu Jinyan, and his agent without revealing any obvious flaws.
She might have been watching him in the dark for a long time.
One month, two months, maybe... a year, two years.
Just watching...but not returning to him.
The car was silent for nearly half an hour. When they were about to reach Meng's house, a cold voice suddenly rang out:
"Why?"
Meng Xi asked.
Naturally, no one responded.
"Why don't you come to me?"
"Dreams, career, family... none of these matter anymore at the moment of death." Meng Xi approached the girl, whose breath was muffled. "Since you care about me so much, why not just come and stay with me?"
His cold fingers fell on the girl's face.
The other party had kept his eyes closed since sending the message and had not opened them the entire time. I don't know if he was hiding some emotion or if he had fallen asleep.
Just as Meng Xi's fingers were about to touch the girl's face, the car stopped.
The girl opened her eyes, her beautiful pupils appearing a dark purple, almost black, in the car, and she glanced at him vaguely.
There was no trace of confusion on her face that should have been there after waking up. She pushed the car door with her finger and got out.
Meng Xi's fingers stopped in mid-air and did not touch anyone.
The ghost looked at the girl's back expressionlessly.
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