The radio was broadcasting the Mishelia incident.
Receiving such an email at this time made it difficult not to associate it with the current events.
Lu Li opened the door and poked half his body out. The dim corridor was quiet, with only vague noises coming from the water room at the end.
The postman who delivered the letter had already disappeared without a trace.
Back at the Detective Agency, Lu Li closed the door and picked up the letter again, reading it over and over.
"What are you looking at?" Joanna asked, unable to suppress her odd expression.
Lu Li looked up, noticed Joanna's gaze, and suddenly seemed contemplative. He held up the envelope, "Can you see it?"
Joanna shook her head in confusion, and then saw Lu Li's hand, which seemed to be holding something, approach her cheek. She was about to dodge backward when it stopped, hovering just five centimeters away.
