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Chapter 342 Who Is He 7
The night was getting darker and darker, and even the cyan snow light disappeared, leaving only Monroe. His body and mind finally calmed down. At this moment, he seemed to have finally found himself.

When it was almost dawn, everything was over. He washed everything by the river, then put on his clothes one by one, and walked back.

The door of the apartment was already open, and the smell of coffee came from the kitchen. He looked at the busy people inside through the small window, and went upstairs after a while and opened the diary.

The diary still stays on December 12nd.

He picked up a pen and wrote in his diary: "Yes, I saw her, she is very cute, her eyes are black, she is very quiet, and she is very calm when making coffee."

This handwriting is different from the previous handwriting, it is more powerful than strokes, and it is so cold that it tore through the paper.

He muttered, "Knives are different. Fortunately, we all like guns. If one person likes guns, things will get worse."

Then he took off his coat and lay down on the bed.

Within 5 minutes of closing his eyes, Xunguang knocked on his door.

"Mr. Monroe, your coffee."

Monroe opened the door, wearing a blue striped pajamas, without a trace of morning panic, said: "Miss Daisy, good morning, today's breakfast time is much earlier."

Xunguang said: "Yes, Mrs. Constantinstein is not here, so it is a little earlier."

She said, twitching her nose slightly.

There is no smell of blood, only a faint smell of perfume, which is very fresh, and there is no way to cover up anything.

System: "Would you like to come in and sit down?"

Xun Guang: "My brain was squeezed in by the door and I sat down."

She handed the things to Monroe and went down quickly.

That night, Mrs. Konstantin still did not come back, so Xunguang told the landlord about the situation.

The landlord is also an old-fashioned woman. Although she rents out the apartment, she can't tolerate young ladies showing up in public without a man's company, so she doesn't have a good face about looking for light.

She broke off a small piece of bread and said, "Didn't she go out to sea on a cruise ship? She will be back in a week. Since she and her husband are not here, I will bring you jam two days later. Potatoes and beans are still there." .”

Xun Guang nodded speechlessly.

The landlord glanced at Monroe and Sirius who were chatting in the lobby, and frowned, "Do they do this every night?"

Nodding like looking for light, looking at the landlord with expectation in his eyes, he said: "Yes, every night, sometimes there are more people."

Aunty, hurry up and send this black sheep to the police station. Use your old-school thinking and don't let these girls be deceived.

The landlord gave Sirius a very disgusted look, and said, "Indiscretion is not something a lady should do. Mr. Monroe is such a gentleman, and Miss Sirius is too abrupt!"

As she said, she walked out, and Monroe greeted her, and her weather-beaten face immediately smiled into a pleated bun.

Seeking light: "."

System: "He's very good at using his charm, I bet the lady is dead."

Xunguang: "Nonsense."

When she went out last night, she didn't bring any luggage at all, she only brought a handbag, in which she could barely hold a handkerchief besides a roll of money.

But everyone in the flat thought that Mrs. Konstantin had gone on holiday overseas, and every day someone talked about how lucky she was.

A week later, on the scheduled return day, the plump lady had not returned yet, and everyone began to speculate whether there was something wrong with the ship.

Another week later, Konstantin, who was on a business trip, came back. His wife was still missing, and the rumors became more and more intense. Everyone knew that Tina had seen her getting intimate with a strange man.

There is another theory about Madam's disappearance.

Said she eloped with someone.

Konstantin became irritable, like a cockfight every day, and would curse at everyone he saw.

Christmas passed and New Year came, but Mrs. was still nowhere to be found. Everyone else went back to celebrate the New Year. Konstantin finally chose to call the police.

It was January 1nd when the police came.

There are not many people left in the apartment, and the only ones that the police can interrogate are Konstantin, Xunguang, and Monroe.

When the police found Xunguang, Monroe was eating bread at the side. He ate elegantly and slowly, eating these two slices of bread felt like foie gras.

The policeman who came was in his thirties, with a mustache and reddish hair, and he was neither fat nor thin.

Monroe looked at the policeman and suddenly laughed and said: "Hans! Why is it you? I haven't seen you for a long time. I didn't expect you to be still at the police station!"

Police officer Hans laughed as he looked at him, and said, "Monroe, why are you here? When you left here the year before last, you said you would never come to this place again."

Monroe said: "At that time, this place was still a wasteland, and now there are many opportunities here, so of course I want to come."

Hans patted him twice, shaking his beard, and said, "Good boy, let's have a drink together tonight."

Monroe nodded and said, "Are you here to investigate the disappearance of Mrs. Kondinstein?"

Hans said: "Yes, I really hope you can provide something useful."

Monroe pointed to Xunguang, and said, "You can ask Miss Daisy to see if she sees anything. She is the one who gets up the earliest and sleeps the last."

Xunguang almost dropped the rag in his hand.

He must have known she saw him go out that night!
It's over, it's over, more than half a month has passed, and now even if there is a clue, it will be destroyed long ago. If I say it, I won't be able to expose Monroe at all, and may be killed instead.

System: "You might be killed if you don't expose it."

There was dense cold sweat on her back, and Monroe was still looking at her with a smile, and said, "What's wrong with Miss Daisy, are you feeling unwell? Do you want to call you a doctor?"

Xunguang quickly shook his head, smiled with difficulty, and said, "No, no need, what does Mr. Hans want to ask?"

Hans said, "Monroe, is it convenient for me to talk to her alone?"

Monroe said: "Of course, but why do you take it so seriously? It's just a disappearance. The number of people missing in Angel City in a year is enough to fill a train carriage."

Hans said: "I recently looked at the cases collected from various places and found that the cases of missing women have risen with a certain periodicity. I suspect that there is some kind of connection, so I want to investigate carefully."

Xunguang almost blurted out that the murderer was Monroe.

Fortunately, she restrained herself and didn't let herself be decapitated tonight, and the mission failed.

Monroe said: "So that's the case. Your sense of justice is still so strong. I'll go back and rest. Just knock on the door for questions."

Hans nodded, and asked Xunguang to sit down until he left, and took out his notebook and pen to record.

He looked at the embarrassed Xunguang, and said, "Don't be nervous, I'm just asking a routine question. When was the last time you saw Mrs. Constantinstein?"

Xunguang said: "The night before she is going to go to sea."

Hans asked: "What time is it tonight?"

Xunguang said: "Twelve o'clock in the evening."

Hans frowned and said, "Is it so late?"

Xunguang said: "Yes, I was having dinner in the kitchen and saw her go out from here. I thought it was very late, so I checked the time."

Hans said: "Didn't you call her? It's not safe to go out so late, especially for you ladies."

Xunguang bowed his head and said, "She doesn't like me because of the color of my hair."

(End of this chapter)