Chapter 2033 Female Agent 6
The monitor on the computer was on, and the two of them watched it while eating. This feels pretty good. In fact, life is like this. In just a few decades, you can meet someone you don't find annoying. If you encounter someone, just say something and let the other person know. Isn’t it nice now, let’s have dinner together.
The monitoring speeds up the playback 30 times, and it will soon be night. Taking advantage of the fact that there was nothing to see, Karak said: "I have seen all of these, and I have also seen the video that Mrs. Rossi took of the victim, and I found nothing."
Mrs. Rossi lives in seclusion and hires an hourly worker to help her deliver vegetables and daily necessities twice a week on Wednesdays and Sundays. Mrs. Rossi would tell the hourly workers about the purchases through phone calls or online social friends. After the hourly workers completed the purchases, they would deliver them to the villa and help with simple cleaning on the day of delivery.
At noon that Sunday, the hourly workers drove into the villa, unloaded the purchased items, moved them to the kitchen, and started cleaning. After cleaning the bedroom, they discovered that Mrs. Rossi had died. There were several empty bottles of sleeping pills scattered around her, and there was a glass of water on the table with leftover water in it.
With a good memory and having read it many times, Karak is very familiar with this case: "Except for the servants, no one entered the villa the previous day. The fingerprints on the water glass and medicine bottle belonged only to Mrs. Rossi. The servants served Mrs. Rossi. For seven years, there were no problems.”
Xining threw the finished box into the trash can, picked up the bottle of black tea and took a sip: "Who has been near the villa in the past two days?"
"The postman throws the letters into the mailbox every morning." At this time, the surveillance video happened to show Mrs. Rossi walking to the door, opening the mailbox from the inside, taking out all the contents, and then turned around and left. The mailbox was double-sided, with the postman inserting it from the outside and Mrs. Rossi taking it from the inside.
Before I asked for it, a box was brought over: "This is the letter from that day."
Xining raised his eyebrows and opened the box. Even in this era where everything can be accessed through the Internet, fewer and fewer people subscribe to newspapers and magazines, but there are still letters. For example, bills, reminders, and advertising letters.
There were quite a few advertising letters, five or six of them, but Mrs. Rossi only opened two of them, leaving the others unopened. All three bills were opened and read. The empty envelopes and letters were piled together and were not put back into the original envelopes.
After looking at it, Mrs. Rossi's life is quite comfortable, and she uses a lot of water and electricity. After all, there is a small swimming pool in the villa. Such a big villa needs a lot of lights to light it. Otherwise, it would be a bit scary for a person to live in such a big house without lights.
Xining flipped through the letters: "How are the cats and dogs raised by Mrs. Rossi?"
Mrs. Rossi had a dog and a cat, and when she got the mail, only the dog followed her.
"Her granddaughter accepted it." Another folder was stuffed in, which contained family member information. After Mrs. Rossi's daughter and son-in-law died, she took over her granddaughter and grandson to raise her. The granddaughter was already married and pregnant, and was due to give birth in three months.
Putting down the information, Xining rubbed his temples, which were a little hot.
"How is it?" Karak asked with a smile.
"It's not suicide." She said directly.
"Reason." Karak also felt that it was not suicide.
Xining closed the lid of the box and placed it on the desk: "Even if I am not a writer, I will definitely write a suicide note before committing suicide. If I were, I would write it. This is my last chance to show off my writing skills. Maybe I can still do it. Get the last royalties.”
A suicide note is a reason. Unless you are illiterate or really don't have any memories, and you are not even willing to express your dissatisfaction and grievances, people who commit suicide will often write a suicide note. But putting it like this amused Karak.
It was originally a very serious matter, but now that I'm here, why do I want to laugh so much?
Karak thought for a while: "Let's continue tomorrow. If it's later, I won't be able to help you move." Looking at the clock, it was already nine o'clock, which was indeed not early.
When the two were leaving the office, there were still people in the office. They all work overtime at night. To find clues from the messy materials, we not only need to rely on wisdom, but sometimes also rely on inspiration and luck. Night is often the time when one's inspiration strikes, and most crimes are committed at night, so working overtime becomes commonplace.
A colleague happened to come out of the tea room with coffee in his hand. When he saw the two of them, he greeted them: "We haven't left yet. Do you want a cup of coffee?"
The aroma of coffee in the pantry has overflowed and seeped into the office.
"No, we're off work." Karak replied.
The two of them took the elevator downstairs to the underground parking lot, and neither of them spoke during the whole journey. If you are thinking about the case, you may interrupt the other party by speaking.
The car is standard equipment, and the gas fee is subsidized every month. Each agent has one car.
Xining got into Karak's car. There was no parking fee for parking the owner's car here. If he left it like this, he could save some money on the car payment.
Sit in the passenger seat and fasten your seat belt. Karak was driving, and she was bored. It was not good to think about the case too much, so she had to stop. By the end of the day, she had a headache.
There's a scent in the car, and it's not perfume. Even in this country, in order to cover up body odor, the middle class, both men and women, have the habit of wearing perfume. Body Master and Karak also have them, but they don't like to wear strong-scented ones, so they basically use light colognes. At the end of the day, the smell of perfume on my body has become very weak.
The smell I smell now is car deodorizing fragrance. She picked up a square glass bottle in front of her, with half a bottle still inside. She put it in front of her nose and smelled it, then put it back to its original place.
The scent is quite pleasant, unlike some fragrances that smell like alcohol-plus-flavored air fresheners. The cologne used by Karak also smells good. It is mixed with the one used by the body owner. It is not obtrusive or pungent, and it goes well with it.
Looking sideways out of the car window, at night in the metropolis, the high-rise buildings are brightly lit, but there are only dim street lights in the streets and alleys of the community. The light cannot stop the people who are ready to commit crimes.
Something was missing. Xining always felt that he had overlooked or forgotten something, but he just didn't know where the problem was. This feeling is just like when the body owner faced the death of Karak and started investigating. It clearly felt that it was not a suicide, but he couldn't find the reason, couldn't produce strong evidence, and couldn't even find any thread of evidence.
Because she didn't want to be too late, she went directly to Karak's house without going back to where she lived. Anyway, I'm used to working overtime, so I have a whole set of spare clothes at my work place.
Entering the room, Karak was more reserved than her: "Well, um, do you want something to drink?"
Seeing her looking like this, he became more and more incoherent: "No, I didn't mean that. I was just afraid that you would be thirsty."
Holding back her laughter, she gave Karak a "job" he could do: "I'm not thirsty, but I'm very tired and want to go to bed early. Do you have any pajamas, pillows and blankets?"
(End of chapter)