On the white A4 paper, there were words written with a black marker. They were not vicious curses or crazy expressions of love, but... simple numbers, numbers written in Chinese.
Trait opened these three letters according to their dates. The first letter said, "The nine hundred and seventy-second day." The second letter said, "The nine hundred and seventy-third day." The third letter said. The letter read, "Day 974"...
"Is he counting?" Li Ying threw the letter down, "How perverted, what do those days mean? Is he staring at Zhao Zhen's days or something else?"
Declan looked at Trait, who shook his head helplessly, "The information we have is too little. It is best to take back all the letters and analyze them carefully, so that we can find out the cause."
"Okay." Li Ying nodded, "You take these first. Tomorrow I will have all the letters, as well as Zhao Zhen's recent performance videos, records taken by his entourage, and information on the people he has come in contact with be sent over."
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