Chapter 974: escape

"I love you too."
Zhuang Jia was excited.
The table is full of her favorite dishes. She picked a curry shrimp tail from the plate and ate it. It was warm, indicating that it hadn't been long since people left.
Zhuang Jiamei was very happy, put down his luggage and hummed to the bedroom.
She changed into home clothes and became lighter. Seeing the paper rose she brought back, she suddenly had an idea, took a pen, and wrote a sentence on the banknote rose—
Iloveyouwillneverchangeuntildeath.
It's not interesting to send such a gadget directly. It has to be hidden in a place so that he can discover it by accident. It will be more pleasant.
Where can I hide it?
Zhuang Jia looked around the room and found no good place. She remembered that her husband had a buffalo leather business tote bag, which would be nice to put there.
However, her husband pays great attention to privacy and usually does not allow anyone to turn over his things.
Zhuang Jia respects each other in this respect, because she also hates being looked at her bag or mobile phone. However, just put something in it, should it be okay?
Zhuang Jia took out the official tote bag from the closet, opened it, and put the rose in it.
When I was about to close it again, I glanced at the inner bag with a combination lock, which was actually locked.
She was quite surprised. What is not safe enough to put in the bag, and it needs to be locked? Important documents and bank cards are out there, what else can be more important than these?
Zhuang Jia felt through the layer of leather, which was bulging.
"Could it be a love letter written by an old lover?" She thought half jokingly.
This brand's official tote bag, Zhuang Jia knows a little bit, the inner tank code lock is a retro brass wheel axle design, the beauty is far greater than the practicality, there is usually a default password, which can be changed later, but the process of changing the password is very It is cumbersome, so most customers find it troublesome and will not change the password.
Zhuang Jia flipped the lock wheel and adjusted the number to the three digits of the default password. The lock wheel opened with a click.
She smiled triumphantly, reached out her hand and touched it, touched a stack of paper, and took it out to see that it was an ID card and a bunch of newspaper clippings.
Zhuang Jia couldn't help laughing: "So old fashioned, how old is it, and still playing newspaper clippings and collecting like a grandfather."
Zhuang Jia didn't care too much, and was about to put it back intact, but suddenly felt that something was wrong and took another look.
The name on the certificate is wrong, not her husband's name.
Is this his old name before?
Zhuang Jia frowned and thought for a while, and then drew it from her inner bag, and found two other documents, both with the same face, with different names and different dates of birth.
what happened?
No normal person will have so many identification documents.
Then open the folded newspaper clippings, and the news in every newspaper clipping is all about the Black Rose serial murder.
……black Rose!
For an instant, Zhuang Jia's face turned pale, her hands were exhausted, and all those documents and newspaper clippings fell on the ground.
The body seemed to be frozen, and she did not move for a while.
There was a voice in her mind yelling at her: Flee!
But her feet seemed to be nailed to the floor, and she couldn't move!
How to do? ……What should she do? !
Is her love a serial murderer who has been investigated by the police for many years? This... how is this possible? !
He is so humorous, so polite, so polite, so...so love her! How could he kill her? !
Could she have made a mistake? !
Zhuang Jia is on the verge of collapse!
Afterwards, a little bit of reason, a little bit, pulled her back to reality.
She realized that she must escape.
escape.
Flee now!
Zhuang Jia grabbed the phone, and while calling Mu Zi, she hurried out.
Even the clothes didn’t have time to change. As soon as the phone was connected, he said: "Zizi, listen to me..."
The door suddenly opened, and the man walked in with a bunch of black roses in his hand, smiling warmly: "Jiajia, you are back."