In the hotel room, Mona wrapped her arms around Luo An's neck from behind, her head squeezed next to his, and asked in confusion:
"What feels familiar?"
Luo An, touching Mona's arm, whispered:
"People who frequently kill know that murder is easy, but disposing of the body is the real hassle."
"..."
Mona gave Luo An a blank stare:
"What do you mean? Do you kill often?"
Luo An bent down and pecked Mona's arm, chuckling:
"No, I mean, for many people, dealing with a body is difficult."
"I know."
Mona nodded. Having been in contact with so many cases and seen numerous case files, she understood what Luo An was saying was no problem, but she was still puzzled:
"So, Luo An, what are you implying? Have you discovered the pattern of the murderer behind the second serial killing?"
"Just some thoughts."
"What thoughts?"
Luo An grinned, tilted his head and gently pecked Mona's pretty face, then said softly:
"You... I'll tell you."
