Assassination Encounter

　　He sat in the car, gently stroking the steering wheel with his hands, his eyes fixed on the gate of the North Bank residential area across the street.

　　His breathing became slightly rapid due to nervousness.

　　Suddenly, he thought of that woman.

　　Yes, he killed her.

　　That bitch deserved to die.

　　He had wanted to kill her a long time ago, but he hadn't acted on it until now.

　　Damn it.

　　Just thinking about her made him angry.

　　Wasn't it just a matter of asking her for some money? What's the big deal?

　　He thought about what happened that day.

　　If she had honestly handed over the valuable things to him, he wouldn't have killed her, at least not that day.

　　He looked at his hands.

　　Ever since he got into this bad habit, he had become particularly in need of money.

　　Occasionally, he could get some money from her, so he would let her live for a while longer.

　　It was her own fault for getting killed.

　　She actually resisted that day, which was looking for trouble.

　　A slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

　　For some reason, he was extremely nervous right after killing someone, to the point where he couldn't even remember what he did afterwards.

　　But now, he felt a little excited.

　　The excitement began to drive away the nervousness in his heart.

　　He took a deep breath and suppressed this excitement.

　　He had to stay calm at this moment.

　　Today, he was going to do something big, kill someone, someone who had been bothering him.

　　His gaze scanned the crowd on the opposite side, searching for that figure.

　　"Damn detective," he muttered under his breath.

　　If it weren't for that annoying detective sticking to this case, he would already be completely free by now, without having to worry about someone coming after him because of that bitch's death.

　　It was heaven's arrangement that someone cleaned up the scene after he killed.

　　That guy deserved to be treated as the murderer by the police.

　　But he couldn't let go of that detective.

　　Only when that detective couldn't speak anymore would he be able to rest assured.

　　He carefully recalled the entire plan.

　　He stole the car in a place without surveillance, so no one saw him during the crime.

　　Therefore, he would hit the detective with the car and no one would suspect him.

　　A smile appeared again at the corner of his mouth.

　　His plan was simple, yet flawless.

　　After hitting the detective with the car, no one would cling to this murder case anymore, and he would truly be free.

　　He sat in the car for another ten minutes, gradually revealing a sense of uneasiness.

　　Could that guy have left? No, impossible.

　　He had been watching this place all along.

　　That guy couldn't have slipped away from under his nose.

　　He must still be in the residential area.

　　He turned his head and looked around.

　　The car was stolen, so he couldn't stay here for too long.

　　He had to constantly be aware of any suspicious people or police officers around him.

　　If someone found out that the car was stolen, his plan would be disrupted.

　　Fortunately, there were not many people paying attention to him.

　　He waited for a few more minutes, and the sense of uneasiness in his heart gradually intensified.

　　It seemed like the people around him had noticed him, and there were a few people making phone calls.

　　Were they reporting to the police, saying they found a stolen car?

　　He took a deep breath, knowing that this was his own paranoia.

　　Since he killed that bitch, he had been thinking a lot these past few days, as if he had used up all his brain cells and felt that everyone wanted to plot against him.

　　He couldn't sit still anymore and decided to take a walk in the neighborhood to see if that detective was still inside.

　　Just as he opened the car door, he caught a glimpse of two figures from the corner of his eye and immediately closed the door.

　　Yes, it was them.

　　He was sure that the man and woman who walked out of the neighborhood gate were the people he had been waiting for.

　　The man was the detective he wanted to kill, and as for the woman, she seemed to be his assistant.

　　Well, I'll only kill the man and spare the woman.

　　Suddenly, he felt a little merciful, like a Buddha.

　　He took out a mask from his pocket, so no one could recognize him.

　　He had actually wanted to wear a mask earlier, but then he thought that it would be suspicious for a grown man to sit alone in a car, and it would be even more suspicious if he wore a mask.

　　That's why he didn't wear it before.

　　"Vroom-" the sound of the engine started as he turned the key.

　　He stepped on the clutch, shifted gears, accelerated, released the clutch, and released the handbrake.

　　The consecutive actions had never been so smooth before, and the car immediately rushed onto the highway towards the target.

　　Benjamin and Emma stood outside the gate of the Beian neighborhood, looking around, hoping to find a taxi.

　　But at that moment, they saw a car suddenly rushing from the highway.

　　The driver must be drunk.

　　After the car plunged into the crowd, instead of slowing down, it sped up! "Be careful!" Emma agilely pulled Benjamin aside, and the car grazed past them.

　　"Squeak—" the car made an abrupt stop.

　　He glanced through the rearview mirror.

　　Damn it, I underestimated that woman.

　　How did she react so quickly? Otherwise, the damn detective would be dead by now.

　　He heard the alarmed crowd accusing him, and people began to approach, trying to stop him.

　　He knew he couldn't stay here any longer, so he started the car, broke through the crowd, and drove back onto the highway, his eyes still fixed on the rearview mirror.

　　Just you wait, you're lucky this time, but we will meet again soon.

　　He raced through the city, finally finding an empty alley and parked the car.

　　He took off the mask first, wiped the steering wheel, gear lever, door handles, and other areas to ensure that there were no fingerprints left on the car.

　　Then he wrapped the mask in newspaper, lit it on fire, and threw it into the garbage pile.

　　Afterwards, he quickly walked out of the alley.

　　He had to act faster; he couldn't let that damn detective live.

　　I have to kill him, or else it will be me who dies! "Damn it, that guy must have done it on purpose!" Emma looked around warily, worried that the same thing might happen again.

　　"Are you okay?" "I'm fine," Benjamin shook his head.

　　Emma was really ruthless just now, completely disregarding her own well-being as she pushed herself to the ground.

　　After hitting her head on the ground, a large bump formed.

　　"Did you see the license plate number clearly?" Emma nodded, then took out her phone and made a call to the police station.

　　After a few words, she angrily hung up the phone.

　　"Just now, that car must have been stolen." "Exactly, that guy stole a car, and the owner reported it two minutes ago." Emma looked around again and it seemed that the incident just now was not an accident; someone wanted to murder Benjamin.

　　"Someone doesn't want us to continue investigating this case." Benjamin dusted off the dirt from his body.

　　"Since the other party took such action, it at least shows that we are getting closer to the truth.

　　Let's go, we'll go to the police station." Benjamin and Emma had just arrived at the police station when they saw Alexander getting out of a taxi behind them, and he approached them proactively.

　　"What a coincidence, we meet again." "Indeed, quite a coincidence." Benjamin looked at Alexander.

　　He had changed his clothes and shaved his beard, appearing much more refreshed.

　　He also had a plastic bag in his hand, indicating that he had done a lot of things after leaving the police station.

　　"You look good." "Yes.

　　Captain Hu has decided to close the case, and I just went out to take care of some matters.

　　As you know, I have to inform relatives and friends about this bad news, and also prepare some things needed for the funeral." Alexander raised the bag in his hand, containing ingot candles.

　　"Detective, may I ask you a few questions?" "Go ahead." "You said before that Ethan and Olivia were not the ones who killed my wife, is that true?" "Of course it's true.

　　As for the reasons, I believe you heard them during the press conference.

　　There are too many doubts in this case, and it cannot be proven that Ethan and Olivia are the killers.

　　Moreover, we have obtained new evidence." "New evidence, can you tell me?" "Well..." Benjamin hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath.

　　"Alright.

　　Originally, I should have informed the police first, but since you are the victim's husband, it's fine to tell you.

　　Just now, I went back to Room 601 in the North Shore Community, which is the scene of the crime, to reexamine the scene.

　　As a result, I found some shoeprints on the bedroom window.

　　We have questioned Ethan before, and he said he heard footsteps in the bedroom while cleaning the scene, but found nothing when he checked inside.

　　The shoeprints left on the window can infer that what Ethan said is true.

　　When he arrived at the scene, the killer hadn't had a chance to leave yet.

　　The killer jumped out of the window while Ethan was cleaning the scene." "Jumped out of the window?" Alexander said in surprise, "That's on the sixth floor, anyone jumping out of the window would die." "Yes.

　　Anyone jumping from the sixth floor would die, but the killer did not jump downstairs; instead, they jumped to the next room, Room 602." "Really? The bedroom window of Room 601 and the balcony of Room 602 are two meters apart.

　　How could anyone jump over?" "For a fugitive, anything crazy is achievable.

　　"We saw that the windows of Room 602 were open, so we inferred that the killer jumped to the balcony of Room 602 and left from there.

　　After we opened the door to Room 602, we indeed found the killer's footprints on the floor, confirming that our inference was correct." "So you mean there was another person besides the killer, but who could it be?" "Regardless of who it is, it is definitely not Ethan and Olivia.

　　" "Why are you so sure?" "It's very simple.

　　If Ethan and Olivia were really the killers, they wouldn't have to risk jumping from Room 601 to Room 602.

　　They could just open the door and leave.

　　This clearly indicates that there is someone else involved, and that person was trapped in the room by Ethan after the crime." Alexander furrowed his brow, seemingly contemplating Benjamin's words.

　　"Hmm, you make sense." At that moment, James walked out of the office building and angrily said to Benjamin and Emma, "What are you two doing here causing trouble at the police station again?"