"I'm back!"
By the time Hunter returned to Slater's place, it was already past eleven o'clock at night.
When he opened the door to Slater's apartment, he saw the lights were on inside.
Slater, still in her office attire, was holding a glass of red wine, sitting on the living room sofa looking somewhat dazed.
Seeing Hunter come in, her attention was pulled back and she looked a bit flustered.
But soon, she forced herself to perk up.
"You're back!"
"Yeah!"
Hunter could tell at a glance that Slater had something on her mind.
This woman had no guile; she couldn't hide her thoughts at all, and everything was written on her face.
He didn't rush over but instead turned toward the kitchen.
Taking a wine glass for himself, Hunter returned and poured himself a glass of red wine.
Holding it, he walked straight to Slater's side.
"Something on your mind? Let me have a drink with you!"
*Clink!*
Hunter tapped his glass against the one in Slater's hand, then, ignoring the complex emotions on her face, he downed more than half the glass in one gulp.
He didn't know how to appreciate wine, nor did he like red wine.
He was just putting on airs and playing along with the mood.
The moment Hunter sat down beside her, a flash of unnaturalness crossed Slater's face.
She thought back to around 4:30 this afternoon when she was at the office preparing to pack up and head home to be with her boyfriend.
Suddenly, the police came to her door.
Because Slater's Locksmith Company had often cooperated with the Los Angeles Police Department in the past,
the officers who came this time were very polite to her.
They told Slater that Charlie Clock had been killed last night in a hospital room, shot three times.
On the same night, Playboy Rob and Charlie's other black partner, Left Ear, were also killed.
Furthermore, the police told Slater
that her boyfriend, Hunter Sun, was suspected by the police as a person of interest in the three homicide cases.
Because someone had reported to the police that there was friction between Hunter Sun and Charlie Clock, and that Charlie Clock had a crush on her and was pursuing her.
Although the police didn't have any evidence that her boyfriend might be involved in the killings,
because of the report, they still asked Slater for detailed information about Hunter.
This included not only where he was last night and whether there were witnesses,
but the police even seriously consulted Slater about how she and her boyfriend met and their history.
And whether she knew what his profession was, and so on!
Originally, if it were just this, given Slater's recent passionate infatuation with Hunter,
she would have stood by her boyfriend without hesitation and firmly told the police that it was impossible for him to have done it.
In fact, that is exactly what Slater did.
But it was precisely because of this that she was now falling into panic and a sense of gain and loss.
Because Slater suddenly realized
that just two days ago, her boyfriend seemed to have foresight.
He had gone over some talking points with her in advance, using the excuse that his identity might be exposed in the future, and talked a lot with Slater.
Before today, she only thought her boyfriend was discussing with her to weave a story of their ordinary yet extraordinary encounter.
At the same time, her boyfriend had also set up several identities and jobs for himself.
Hunter told Slater that if anyone asked her, she should tell them her boyfriend was a painter and very skilled at Drawing.
At the time, Slater only thought he was joking with her, so she laughingly memorized it all and agreed.
As a result, when the police came to her door today,
Slater suddenly felt a bit dazed!
She vaguely sensed that the rhetoric her boyfriend had taught her a few days ago might not have been just a whim or a joke.
It was very likely for this very day.
"You..."
Slater hesitated; the words were on the tip of her tongue, but she didn't know how to say them.
As a good girl born into a family of thieves, her mother hated her father, who had gone to prison time and time again.
So from childhood to adulthood, she had given Slater a rigorous and orthodox education.
Under her mother's guidance, although Slater had the same Lockpicking talent as her father, John Brief,
and might even surpass her father in talent,
she had not yet used it for illegal paths, instead opening a Locksmith Company to cooperate with the police, banks, and jewelry stores.
Her boyfriend's identity was mysterious; he was likely a master thief, and he might even have blood on his hands.
Slater knew all of this.
In the beginning, she had taken the initiative to have a relationship with him at the farm.
While there was a certain level of attraction, Slater was mostly acting out of gratitude.
Later, after meeting again more than half a month later,
Slater quickly fell for the romance and mystery of this handsome asian man.
It was only natural that they became boyfriend and girlfriend.
After spending these days together, Slater was undoubtedly very satisfied with this handsome asian boyfriend who was several years younger than her.
Not only was he mysterious and wealthy, but his performance and stamina were like a monster's, even giving her a feeling of both love and fear.
He was also skilled in Culinary Skill, allowing Slater's other mouth and stomach to enjoy unparalleled happiness and pleasure every day.
To the point that Slater, who was originally against marriage,
had developed thoughts of getting married in just these few short days.
Due to federal laws in the United States, which stipulate that men must be at least 21 years old to marry, her young boyfriend's age was clearly insufficient.
Slater had even specifically gone online to search for information regarding this.
She had even paid several hundred us dollars to consult with a lawyer about which states in the US allowed men under 18 to marry.
For this, Slater had even endured an hour of being looked at with the strange eyes one might reserve for a'shota-con'.
It was evident that Slater was still very satisfied with and cared deeply for her current young boyfriend.
Consequently, she was now being cautious and hesitant.
Slater didn't know what her young boyfriend would think if she asked.
What if he thought she was doubting him?
Furthermore, Slater inevitably felt a sense of fear.
What if his previous behavior in front of her had all been a facade?
What if this young boyfriend of hers was actually a cold-blooded demon who killed without blinking?
In that instant, Slater fell into a state of conflict, confusion, and lingering fear.
The words were on the tip of her tongue, yet she couldn't bring herself to say them...
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