"I love you too. ”

Zhuang Jia was in a happy mood.

The table was full of her favorite dishes, and she picked up a curry shrimp tail from the plate to eat, which was hot, indicating that the person had just left for a long time.

Zhuang Jia was so happy that she put down her luggage and went to the bedroom humming a song.

Changing into home clothes, she was much lighter, she saw the paper roses she brought back, and suddenly had an idea, took a pen, and wrote a sentence on the banknote roses-

I love you ill never change until death.

With such a gadget, it's not interesting to send it out directly, it has to be hidden in one place, so that he can find it inadvertently, which will be more pleasantly surprised.

Where to hide?

Zhuang Jia looked around the room and didn't find anything good, she remembered that her husband had a buffalo leather tote bag, and it was nice to put it there.

However, her husband pays attention to privacy and usually does not allow anyone to turn over his things.

Zhuang Jia respects each other in this regard, because she also hates to be looked at her bag or mobile phone. However, just put something in it, it should be fine, right?

Zhuang Jia took out the business tote bag from the closet, opened it, and put the roses inside.

Just as he was about to reclose, he glanced at the inner tank bag with a combination lock, which was actually locked.

She was surprised, what was not safe enough in her bag to be locked on? Important documents and bank cards are out there, what could be more important?

Zhuang Jia touched the leather through it, and it was bulging.

"It can't be a love letter written by an old lover, right?" She thought half-teasingly.

This brand's business tote bag, Zhuang Jia has a little understanding, the inner tank combination lock is a retro brass axle design, aesthetics is far greater than practicality, there is usually a default password, which can be changed later, but the process of changing the password is very cumbersome, so most customers are troublesome and will not change the password.

Zhuang Jia toggled the lock wheel, adjusted the number to three digits of the default password, and the lock wheel clicked open.

She smiled smugly, reached out and touched it, touched a stack of papers, and took it out to see that it was an ID document and a bunch of newspaper clippings.

Zhuang Jia couldn't help laughing: "It's so old-fashioned, what age, I still play with newspaper clippings like an old grandfather." ”

Zhuang Jia didn't pay much attention to it, and was about to put it back as it was, but suddenly felt that something was wrong and took a second look.

The name of the person on the ID is incorrect, not her husband's name.

Could it be his old name?

Zhuang Jia frowned and thought about it, then dug into the inner tank bag, and found the other two documents, both of which had the same face, different names, and different dates of birth.

What's going on?

No normal person would have so many identity documents.

Then open those folded newspaper clippings, and the news of each newspaper clipping is all about the Black Rose serial murder case.

…… Black Rose!

In an instant, Zhuang Jia's face turned pale, his hands lost his strength, and those documents and newspaper clippings were all scattered to the ground.

Her body seemed to be frozen, and she didn't move for a while.

A voice in her head was shouting at her: Run!

But her feet felt like they were nailed to the floor, and she couldn't move!

What to do? …… What should she do?!

Is her lover a serial murderer who has been tracked down by the police for many years? This...... How is this possible?!

He was so humorous, so polite, so gentle, so ...... Love her so much! How could he kill her?!

Could it be that she was mistaken?!

Zhuang Jia's whole person is on the verge of collapse!

Then, a little sane, a little bit, pulled her back into reality.

She realized she had to escape.

Escape.

Run now!

Zhuang Jia grabbed his mobile phone, called Mu Zi, and hurried out.

I didn't even have time to change my clothes, and as soon as the phone was answered, I said: "Zizi, listen to me......"

The door suddenly opened, and the man walked in with a bouquet of black roses in his hand, smiling kindly: "Jiajia, you're back." ”