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Two weeks have passed since the distance event, and the body of Shizhi was discovered long ago. The day after Zhiye killed Shizhi, two police officers came to his company to find him. However, the police officers only investigated his relationship with Shizhi and informed him of her murder, seemingly without suspicion.
After hearing the words "police officer," the Zhiye pretended to be very shocked. He thought his acting was not good, but the police officer did not seem to be suspicious.
At that time, the police officer asked for his alibi. He replied that he was at home all night, alone, with no one to confirm his whereabouts.
The police officer did not ask further questions. It seems that the authorities have already determined this to be a murder case involving a robber, and they were just asking as a formality.
Since those two police officers left, no other police officers have come to see him until now. The Zhiye feels that he has successfully deceived the police officers and can't help but feel relieved. However, he is not completely at ease. The events of that night almost always appear in his dreams, waking him up drenched in sweat in the middle of the night.
He suddenly remembered that person, the one he saw when he escaped from the house, the figure at the window of the second-floor storage room. That figure was like a persistent ghost, frequently appearing in his mind, causing him to feel agitated and restless. Who is that person? Did they see me commit the crime? He couldn't help but wonder.
No, I shouldn't have been seen. It took me about half an hour from searching for Liang to making the scene look like a robber had invaded. If that person had seen me committing the crime, they would have quietly called the police while I was still inside, not wait until after I had escaped to report it. However, I didn't see a single police officer until I had disguised the scene and escaped, and even now, no police officer has come to arrest me.
That person must not have seen the process of my crime.
No, it's also possible that the person did see it, but didn't say anything.
Why? Is it to use this to threaten me? But that doesn't make sense. If they wanted to threaten me, they would have done it already. Or are they waiting for the right time to threaten me?
Who exactly is that person? Over the past two weeks, Zhiye has been racking their brains trying to figure out these questions. The more they think about it, the more unsettled and fearful they become. Today, after a long absence, the weather is clear and sunny in April. In the afternoon, Zhiye accompanied Meijia for a stroll, and by the time they returned to Meijia's villa, it was almost 7 o'clock in the evening.
After entering the house, in order to wash off the sweat, Zhiye first took a shower in the bathroom.
After he finished showering, he found that Meijia had already cooked dinner and was setting the table in the dining room.
Meijia was wearing a beige cotton turtleneck vest on the upper body, with two fair and delicate arms extending from the holes on the sides of the vest, and a pair of jeans on the lower body. This tight outfit perfectly outlined her slender and beautiful figure, and her full chest and hips made people unconsciously fantasize.
Meijia's body looks softer and more straightforward compared to Shizhi, not as hot and stimulating, but still quite sexy and attractive.
Zhiye slowly approaches Meijia from behind, gently wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder.
"It's hard for me to work when you're like this," Meijia says in a complaining tone. But Zhiye doesn't let go; he gently nuzzles Meijia's cheek.
Meijia sighed and continued to set the food on the table: "You've been really off lately, often frowning, lost in thought, and talking to yourself. What's going on?"
"Nothing," said the Zhiye. As he caressed Meijia's face, he lifted her shirt and slipped his hand inside.
"Wait, don't..." Meijia set down the plate in her hand and resisted.
Zhiye didn't stop, his hands freely roamed under Meijia's clothes, and his lips pressed against Meijia's soft lips.
Meijia gradually stopped resisting.
Zhiye made her lie down on the soft sofa. He kissed her passionately, completely lifting her clothes to reveal her round, plump chest covered by a pure white bra.
Zhiye put his hand on Meijia's breast, he grabbed the strap of her bra, and was about to pull it off.
Just then, the doorbell suddenly rang.
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