"Shells?"

She froze for a moment and reached out, picking it up and holding it in front of her eyes to scrutinize it.

To be honest, it was the first time she had seen this thing, and after looking at it for a while she didn't see a clue, so she asked the housekeeper, "Uncle Ji, ah, this, what are the rules?"

He took it and looked at it for a few moments and said, "Usually there's a number on it or something, you have to take it to a professional to see it to know, and I'm not really sure, and I think it's imperative that we should hurry up and find the person who sent this."

"The person who sent this thing ah ..." she thought, taking the note and reading it, and it said pretty much what she thought it did.

She read the note a few times, put it away, and said to the housekeeper, "It's okay, this was sent to me by a friend of mine, it's something important, it's nothing dangerous."

"Okay, then take your time, I'll go down first."

After thinking about it, she took her cell phone and took a few pictures of the cartridge case, especially taking a particularly careful picture of the numbered part, and then sent it to Wyatt, "Take a look at it, can you find out the origin of this thing?"

He quickly called, his voice tinged with unstoppable tension, "How did you get this thing? Where did it come from?"

After all, that thing was no ordinary thing, even just a shell was enough to make anyone nervous.

"Relax, relax, relax, it was sent to me by Ashley Zhao." She said.

"Ashley?" He froze for a moment, then responded, "Is this what she's paying you for?"

"Sort of, and she included a note saying that she had picked it up at the scene at the time, and she kept it, and now she's given it to me to find out for myself." She said.

"Understood, I'll have someone look into it."

"Uh-huh."

If Ashley is telling the truth, then this thing is likely to be left by the murderer, and if everything goes well, we may be able to find out the identity and background of that person, in which case then ...

Perhaps the truth about the murder of his own parents back then can't be too far off.

Thinking about it makes it impossible to calm the mind.

And Ji Huai Zhi's side was also very efficient, and it didn't take long to give her feedback that it was something that had been used in a local black organization, and had been modified.

She was energized by this, "So you mean you can find out who used it?"

"Not necessarily, that stuff was prevalent back in the day, there were quite a few people who used it, and our guys have to take their time to find out, there are a lot of people, we have to go one by one."

"Ah ..." she let out a long sigh.

"Don't be in a hurry, you can't rush it anyway, you've waited so many years, you don't care about a few days, do you?" He persuaded her.

"Hmm." She agreed lowly, "You have a point, but I'm still anxious."

"Good girl, why don't I take you out early today?" Wyatt asked in order to calm her down and said.

Her eyes lit up, "That's fine, where to go?"

"Haven't thought about it yet, you decide?"

"Okay, why don't we go to the movies then?" She said, "I remember several blockbusters that have been released recently with decent word of mouth."

"Yes, let's go to dinner and then to the movies."

"No problem!"

Speaking of which she finally cheered up and prepared to go out without saying a word, "It's getting late now, I'll go find you!"

"Good."

She was finally in a much better mood, and it was only half an hour after she changed her clothes and went out until she entered the Windsor’s front door.