"Sounds reasonable."

Jiang Yuming faced the mirror and took two steps forward.

"Huh? What's this?"

In the bottom right corner of the mirror, a stamp-sized sticker postcard was attached.

"What is that?"

My father and I both leaned in, staring at the postcard.

On it was the face of a young man, somewhat familiar.

"Why is the photo stuck on the mirror?"

Jiang Yuming bent down and carefully scrutinized the person in the picture.

"I don't know... maybe my little daughter Xiaohuan accidentally stuck it there? She often buys these things at home."

My father frowned, muttering to himself.

"Apart from the first victim, whom Miss Zhang had met once, do you know the other three victims?"

Jiang Yuming turned his head, looking at his client, and asked.

"How should I put it? Xiaonan and I can be considered outsiders. Due to the appearance of those strange letters, I noticed the relationship between the victims and myself."

"Although I had no interaction with them, I received a reward because of their deaths; that's the whole truth."

"Understood, thank you, Mr. Zhang, Miss Zhang!"

Jiang Yuming extended his right hand.

"Detective, have you figured out the answer?"

My father shook the detective's hand and asked in surprise.

"I roughly understand your needs. Please give me a week; I believe by then I will have a satisfactory answer for you."

Jiang Yuming handed me a business card with the words "Temporary Detective" printed on it.

"If anything urgent comes up, contact me anytime, okay?"

He made a phone gesture.

"Of course!"

I escorted the detective to the door and politely waved goodbye to him.