Zhuo Yanbei should not know what happened, but he heard something from Su Hao's words.
Hearing his warning, Su Hao didn't speak. She just held her cell phone and stood up straight. She looked out of the window at the night. She didn't know where she was floating or at the bottom of the abyss.
He is right. If the killer is a recidivist, such a low-level mistake is likely to be misleading. How can it leave a thread stained with blood?
Even if those garbage bags were turned over, they should not be all reversed. A large part of the possibility is that the murderer deliberately left wrong evidence to mislead the police.
"Sorry, I just accidentally dialed your number. It's very late. Did I disturb your rest?" Sue Hao calmed down for a while and then spoke.
"Never mind, I didn't sleep." Zhuo Yanbei's voice was still cool, but she could feel that he was more or less patient with her.
Su Hao lowered her head and stood by the window, listening to the shallow breathing of the person on the phone. This familiar feeling made her reluctant to break the silence.
Because she knew that as soon as she opened her mouth, they were still polite and unfamiliar, because she had been protected by Zhuo Yanbei. Now, no matter what, she wanted to keep his pure land and not let the influence of New York gangs disturb his life.
"Mr. Zhuo." She took a look at the time, did not continue to delay, whispered: "I asked assistant he for your contact information, maybe it's very abrupt, but just want to make it clear that although I did live in the United States, I never met you, so you may have recognized the wrong person."
The silence at the other end of the phone made her feel at a loss. She didn't know what Zhuo Yanbei was thinking of, or whether she just had some doubts from these clues. However, since the lie had been told, she would go on.
"I'll be back in three days." He didn't seem to hear what she had just said, but suddenly said it.
Su laughs: "I wish you a safe trip. I won't disturb you any more. Goodbye."
"Three days later, at five o'clock in the afternoon, on the sixth floor of Bojin hall opposite to Zhuoya group, hello sue, I'll wait for you."
Before she hung up, his voice came from the phone.
Su Hao held the phone tightly: "I thought I made it very clear, we don't need to meet..."
"Well, rest early." His voice was a little tired.
Obviously, he has just arrived at the hotel.
All of a sudden, Su Hao didn't know what to say, so he said goodbye and hung up the phone in a hurry, so as not to delay his rest. However, after the phone was hung up, his heart seemed to have a huge gap, some painful and some sour.
Why insist on seeing her?
Is her explanation on the phone a lie that he can easily recognize?
But Zhuo Yanbei, now that he has forgotten, don't think of all this again, and don't get involved in these bloody storms. The past of life and death in the United States, let it rot in the deepest part of his heart, and never appear in your life again, including Su Hao, who almost lost your life.
She bowed her head, squeezed the bloody white dress in her hand, reorganized her face, turned back to the computer and continued to look at the picture.
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