At 11 a.m., an office in New York, office area.
After pressing the answer button, Luo An offhandedly said:
"Good morning, chief."
Vireness on the other end of the phone hmm-ed without any nonsense and asked directly:
"Was there a female journalist looking for you yesterday?"
"Yes, that happened."
Luo An waved his hand to signal Chenier and Mona to deal with the follow-up work of the serial murder case; he walked to the window and briefly described yesterday's situation, then squinted his eyes and asked:
"Chief, you're not going to tell me that the female journalist was killed, are you?"
"No, she's still alive and well."
Vireness rolled her eyes in annoyance and asked:
"Why would you think that? Do you have a grudge against that female journalist?"
"No, Chief."
With the negative answer, Luo An breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed his temples, helplessly saying:
