Chapter 177 On May 2nd, they decided to do something crazy.
Pei'er knew that Tribes was still wary of her, but she had no objection to it and even welcomed it; it was a good thing for women to be cautious.
But... could you please not have any murderous intent towards her?
"Merkel asked her to come find me," said Perle.
Pei Hening asked, "Are you going?"
"We should go and take a look."
"Be careful, don't kill yourself. The murderer hasn't been caught yet."
Pei Hening smiled sincerely as she said this, "If you really died, I should be quite happy."
Pei'er: "..."
Is it really necessary? She's just acting out of professional instinct, subconsciously analyzing the situation.
Pei'er: "Then thank you for reminding me?"
Pei Hening adapted well: "You're welcome, it's what I, a kind person, should do."
Pei'er fell silent. This guy seemed to have nothing to do with kindness; he was too shameless.
Pei Hening then said, "I think your speculation is correct. I'll leave first. Good luck to you."
Having gotten the information she wanted to know, she didn't intend to linger. Reminding Pei'er was already more than enough.
Pei'er remained silent when she saw how decisively she left.
Pei Hening did not return to the 27th floor, but instead took the elevator to the 22nd floor.
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On the 22nd floor, Pei Hening stood outside the door of 22-01, wanting to go in and take a look.
"Trembling? What are you doing here?"
Pei Hening looked up and saw Sang Jincheng, the chairman of the Finance Committee of a certain country, who lived in room 25-02.
Pei Hening had seen her photo in the materials Blanche had given her.
Sang Jincheng was not tall, about 1.53 meters, and wore thick glasses. He had a strong scholarly air about him and wore a well-draped dark blue shirt and dark suit pants, along with a pair of comfortable flat shoes.
She dressed very modestly, which suited her status.
Pei Hening noticed a man and a woman following behind Sang Jincheng. They were wearing custom-made suits from Dawn Casino, matching the uniform of the private butler in room 27-02. The male butler was also holding a room key.
She guessed the other person's purpose and asked knowingly, "Ms. Sang, what is this?"
Sang Jincheng adjusted his glasses and said calmly, "I need to go into 22-01 to see if there's any leftover information."
"What a coincidence, that's what I was thinking too. You've come at the perfect time."
Sang Jincheng nodded, and the male butler with the room key stepped forward to open the door.
Sang Jincheng entered room 22-01 and calmly observed the room's layout and the traces left by the original owner, a member of the royal family, Cromwell.
"Ms. Sang, Ms. Cui Bisi, although the police have already conducted an on-site investigation, please still preserve the scene."
Pei Hening immediately grasped the key point: The police had already conducted a scene investigation? Doesn't that mean a lot of clues have been cleared up?
Sang Jincheng was clearly aware of this as well, asking, "When did the police conduct their on-site investigation?"
Housekeeper: "At 1 p.m., after confirming that the victim on the 14th floor was Mr. Cromwell, the police conducted a scene investigation."
Pei Hening asked, "The police also investigated Miss Edward's room, right?"
"Yes, Ms. Tribes."
Sang Jincheng looked at Pei Hening: "Is Edward another victim?"
The police have not released the victims' information, and she had to go to great lengths to find out that one of the victims was Cromwell.
"That's strange? Mayor Blanche of Nerna Port is my cousin. Just ask her if you want to know anything. You don't know anyone with influence in Nerna Port, do you?"
"That's true. If you knew her, you would know that Blanche is my cousin."
Pei Hening slightly raised her chin, and the words she uttered were incredibly irritating.
Sang Jincheng's fist hardened. How did this guy survive until now? That smug attitude is really infuriating.
Pei Hening noticed her clenched fists and silently took a step back. Maintaining a persona is one thing, but getting beaten up is not worth it.
The two split up to explore the room, and Pei Hening pulled out a yellowed, tattered page from a diary from a hidden compartment in the sofa.
[Year ___, May 1st]
I thought I was crazy enough, but I never imagined they were even crazier than me, actually trying to take millions of lives!
Yes, I'm not a good person. I've even played hunting games with these people and have more than ten lives on my hands, but I'm not that heartless!
I shudder to think what the consequences would be if we let them do this.
Pei Hening frowned as she finished reading, then flipped it over to the back.
[May 2, 2961]
___ and I decided to do something adrenaline-pumping: I'd intercept the explosives, and ___ would leak the information. I don't know if I'll regret this decision later, but—we did it! This is way more exciting than any hunting game!
This time, the opponents aren't those defenseless prey, but hunters like me who grew up with elite education. It's so damn exciting!
Pei Hening noticed that the names mentioned by the diary's owner had been blacked out.
She extracted the key point—in 2961, someone planned an operation to reap the lives of millions, an explosion, and the diarist and an unknown person tried to stop their operation.
Pei Hening took out his phone to check the date; 2961 was ten years ago.
"Trappis, have you found any useful information?"
Upon hearing Sang Jincheng's voice, Pei Hening instinctively stuffed the tattered page of the diary into her pocket.
"No, you found it?"
Sang Jincheng: "No, the police handled it too cleanly."
Pei Hening walked towards the study; she wanted to compare Cromwell's handwriting with the handwriting on the torn pages of his diary.
Sang Jincheng went to the bedroom.
Pei Hening found Cromwell's working documents in the study, which had his signature and some annotations on them. She took out a tattered page of his diary to compare them, but they didn't look quite the same.
But she was certain that Cromwell was the one who wrote the diary.
The two texts are identical in terms of the pauses, returns, stroke connections, and even the internal structural proportions of the characters.
The diary's owner was Cromwell, so what happened ten years ago? Was it related to the Pleasant Circus?
One mystery after another unfolded. She carefully collected the tattered pages of her diary, took the documents, and left the study.
The housekeeper, who was waiting in the living room, saw Pei Hening holding the documents. He wanted to tell her to put them down several times, but he didn't dare to speak.
"Sang Jincheng, what did you find?"
Pei Hening entered the bedroom with the documents and saw Sang Jincheng examining Cromwell's black pajamas closely, looking rather lewd.
With a smile playing on her lips, she asked, "Ms. Sang, how can you be so perverted? You even steal other people's pajamas..."
Sang Jincheng looked up and glared at her. How did she come up with such an annoying persona?
This is so...so awesome! She also wants to live like this, without any guile or scruples!
"Tribis, that's enough. Stop offending people every day by using Blanche's cousin's name."
Seeing that she was about to retort, Sang Jincheng quickly covered her mouth: "I've discovered something!"