Evelyn Crawford cleared her throat, adjusted her mood, and pushed open the door of Jasper Bollock's bedroom.
Jasper Bollock sat on the sofa with his back to the door, gently wiping a pure black gun in his hand.
He didn't look up at Evelyn, and asked in a tone that was neither warm nor cold, "What's the emergency?"
Evelyn walked in front of Jasper and handed him the cup of wine that had been drugged, "Hurry and have a drink with me, I'm suffocating with boredom."
Seeing the wine glass thrust in front of him, Jasper frowned and looked up at Evelyn, "Is this what you called an emergency?"
"Yes." Evelyn sat down next to Jasper, "It's been a long time since I drank, and I've been suffering from insomnia lately, always dreaming of being chased and killed. Drinking some wine should prevent the insomnia."
Jasper didn't speak, but his face darkened.
