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She went on to recount what she had read in that letter, The more she talked, the more scared he felt, If it weren't for his indifferent and indifferent expression, she would have already sensed something was wrong with him, But only he knows how much power it takes to hide the panic.
She sighed to him "I couldn't read the entire letter, accidentally spilt juice on it that day, so the rest of the letter couldn't be read, the last thing I could read was the agent who revealed the identity of the murdered." He was stunned.
"But because of the juice, all I can see is that the name starts with H," he was panting as if being restrained, Panic rose to another level, His body began to tremble, There was chaos in his mind He could badly concentrate on breakfast.
"H?"