The surveillance camera on the computer is placed, and the two of them are watching while eating. This feels pretty good. In fact, life is like this. In just a few decades, it’s enough to meet someone you don’t feel annoying. If you meet someone, just say it and let the other party know. It’s not very good now, let’s have a meal together.

The surveillance was accelerated by 30 times, and it was soon tonight. While there was nothing to watch, Carac said: "I have seen all these, and I have also watched the videos Mrs. Rosie took for the victim, but I have not found anything."

Mrs. Rossi stayed quietly and hired an hourly worker to deliver vegetables and daily necessities twice every Wednesday and Sunday. The things purchased were told by Mrs. Rossi via phone or online social friends that after the hourly worker went to purchase, she would be sent to the villa and helped to clean it briefly on the day of delivery.

That Sunday, at noon, the hourly worker drove the car into the villa, moved the items he had purchased out of the car, moved them to the kitchen, and started cleaning. He continued to clean the room, but found that Mrs. Rossi was exhausted and died. Several empty sleeping pill bottles were scattered around her, and there was a glass of water on the table, with the remaining water in it.

With a good memory, and after reading it many times, Carac was very familiar with this case: "Except for the servants, no one had entered the villa a day before. There was only Mrs. Rossi's fingerprint on the water cup and medicine bottle. The servants served Mrs. Rossi for seven years without any problems."

Xining threw the finished box into the trash can, picked up the bottle of black tea and took a sip: "Who is there anyone close to the villa within two days?"

"The postman throws the letters into the mailbox every morning." At this time, the surveillance monitor happened to be placed at the gate, opened the mailbox from the inside, took out all the things inside, and turned around and left. The mailbox was double-sided. The postman put it in from the outside, and Mrs. Rosie took it from the inside.

Before I could ask for it, a box came over: "This is the letter from that day."

Xining raised her eyebrows and opened the box. Even in this era where all of them can be passed through the Internet, fewer and fewer people subscribe to newspapers and magazines, there are still letters, such as bills, payment receipts, and advertising letters.

There were still many advertisement letters, five or six, but Mrs. Rosey only opened two letters, and none of the others were opened and kept intact. And all three bills were opened and read, empty envelopes and letters were piled up together and not put back into the original envelope.

After looking at it, Mrs. Rossi's life is quite generous, and it uses a lot of water and electricity. After all, there is a small swimming pool in the villa. Such a large villa requires a lot of lights to light it up. Otherwise, it would be a bit scary if you live alone in such a big house and don't light it up.

Xining flipped through it: "How about the cats and dogs Mrs. Rossi raises?"

Mrs. Rosey had a dog and a cat, and when she was winning the letter, only the dog followed her.

"Her granddaughter accepted it." Another folder was stuffed with family members' information. After Mrs. Rossi's daughter and son-in-law died, she took her granddaughter and grandson to raise her. Her granddaughter was already married and pregnant, and the due date was three months later.

Putting down the information, Xining rubbed her a bit hot forehead and temples.

"How is it?" Carac asked with a smile.

"It's not suicide." She was directly dismissed.

"Reason." Carac also felt that it was not suicide.

Xining covered the box cover and placed it on the desk: "Even if I am not a writer, I will definitely write a suicide note before committing suicide. If so, I have to write it. This is my last chance to show off my writing style, and I may get the last royalty."

Suicide letters are a reason. Unless they are illiterate or really have no memorials, and they are not even willing to express their dissatisfaction or grievances, suicides often write suicide letters. However, saying this is so funny to Carac.

It was originally a very serious matter, but when I got here, why did I want to laugh so much?

Carac thought for a while: "Let's continue tomorrow. If you're late, you can't help you move."

When I saw the clock, it was already nine o'clock, and it was indeed late.

When the two of them left the office, there were still people in the office. They all worked overtime at night and found clues from the many chaotic materials. Not only did they rely on wisdom, but also on inspiration and luck. At night, it is often the time when one person’s inspiration explodes, and most of the crimes committed at night, so working overtime has become commonplace.

A colleague happened to come out of the tea room, holding coffee in his hand, and greeted them: "I haven't left yet, are you going to have a cup of coffee?"

The aroma of coffee in the tea room has overflowed and penetrated into the office.

"No, we're off work." Carac replied.

The two took the elevator downstairs to the underground parking lot, and neither of them spoke along the way. If they were thinking about the case, their words might interrupt each other.

The car is equipped with standard and the monthly fuel fee is subsidized. As an agent, each vehicle is one.

Xining got into Karak's car. The owner's car parked here without parking fees. Just keeping it like this can save a lot of money for the car.

Sitting in the passenger seat and wearing a seat belt. Carac drove, she was bored and it was hard to think about the case too much, so she stopped and stopped first. After this day, her head hurts.

There is a fragrance in the car, not a perfume. Even in this country, in order to cover up the body odor, the middle class, both men and women, have the habit of spraying perfume. The owner and Carac also have it, but they don’t like to apply strong fragrance, and they are basically light cologne. After this day, the perfume on their body has become very light.

The smell I smell now was the deodorizing fragrance in the car. She picked up a square glass bottle in front of her, and there was half a bottle inside, put it in front of her nose and sniffed it, and then put it back to the original place.

The fragrance is quite nice, unlike some fragrance, it smells bad and is air freshener with alcohol and essence. The cologne used by Karak also tastes good, and it is mixed with the one used by the owner. It is not abrupt or pungent, and it is quite matched.

I looked out the car window. At night in the metropolis, the high-rise buildings were brightly lit, but there were only dim street lights in the streets and alleys of the community. The light could not stop the desire to commit crime.

Something was missing, Xining always felt that she had ignored or forgotten something, but she just didn't know where the problem was. This was like when the owner faced Carac's death and started investigating, she clearly felt that she was either suicide, but she could not find the cause, could not produce strong evidence, and could not even find the thread of the evidence.

Because she didn't want to make it too late, she didn't go back to her place of residence and went directly to Carac's house. Anyway, she was used to working overtime, and there was a whole set of spare clothes at her work place.

After entering the house, Karak was more restrained than her: "Well, that, do you want something to drink?"

Seeing her looking at this, she became more and more incoherent: "No, I didn't mean that, I just fear that you will be thirsty."
Chapter completed!