"Something's not right?"
Hearing Luo An's words, Chenier and Winslow wore puzzled expressions, Mona asked:
"What isn't right?"
"The content on the paper says the killer wants to play a game with me."
Luo An spread his hands and said:
"But where are the rules of the game? Where are the clues for the next level?
Even if the killer wants to trouble me, not writing down the rules of the game or the clues for the next level on the paper, there should still be something at the scene that doesn't belong.
But the trace examination department has been processing for so long, and apart from the victims' flesh and blood, no other abnormalities have been found."
Mona and Chenier exchanged glances with furrowed brows, Winslow thought for a moment and speculated:
"Is it possible that the small express box containing the paper belonged to someone in this office?
That person is the one who wanted to 'play a game' with you, Luo An.
