That day, Freya gloriously seized the first place in the Model Competition held by MetroVision.

However, it was also because of this championship that her father had been so greatly provoked by her that he had almost ended up in hospital. Her father consequently cut off her pocket money in a fit of temper. Even her mother who had been doting on her could not save her.

And for what reason?

Her father thought that her dressing up like that on TV was virtually corrupting his house. He ordered her to throw the championship trophy away at once and go back to the company to work.

"I am not going back to the company! I don't want to be dressed in suits and lead a life of nine to five."

Saying no to her father toughly and having the greatest disregard for the fact that she had no living expenses at all, Freya snuggled in her small apartment and waited for her agency to get in touch with her.

Since she had already snatched the first place into her pocket, there must exist some agencies which could have the sense to appreciate her talent and then sign a contract with her. She would definitely be transformed into a sparkling world-known model in the future!

Joanne persuaded Freya not to meddle with this industry which was too messy. However, Freya replied with her fists clenching, "I would shine brightly and show it to Chris! Whoever blocks off my way would be wiped out!"

As what Joanne had expected, Freya would not make a concession that easily. She put the forty thousand cash she'd brought on Freya's table and said, "This is so far the favor I could have done for you."

Having been cut off the living expenses, Freya was worried about where she could borrow money from. The moment she saw the money, her eyes both brightened up instantly. She hugged Joanne solidly and said, "I will not forget you when I have made great achievements! By the way, has Mr. Brian come back yet"

Joanne replied, "Still two days left."

"Well, well, well. You actually remember it so well." Freya poked Joanne's shoulder ambiguously, "You want him to come back sooner, don't you?"

"Uh huh, of course, I do."

Joanne nodded as Freya's wish.

She remembered Brian's that line crystal clearly: When he comes back, he has something for her.

Till now, she could not figure out what exactly would Brian bring for her and she was fully looking forward to it. Of course, she would like Brian to come back sooner.

Freya replied with a "Hum" and moved her fingers a bit. "I had already pinched it out, Joanne, you are actually shifting your love!"

Joanne smiled on her own and said, "Get me a suit of pajamas. I will rest here tonight." Her eyes were both sparkling, more vigorous than ever.

It was not clear whether it was because of the fact that what you think about in the day, you will dream of it at night. Joanne dreamed of Brian that night.

As usual, he came back home after work. Dressed up, he appeared by the door somewhat wearily.

She suddenly burst into joy and ran at him recklessly. Looking at Brian excitedly, she was waiting for him to present out the things he'd brought for her.

Brian stroked out her hair and said, "Having not seen each other for a long time, Mrs. Lambert, are you not going to give me a hug at first?"

"That would depend on whether the things you had brought for Mrs. Lambert was surprising enough or not!" She fastened herself on him and asked, "What exactly have you brought for me. Show them to me quickly."

Brian stretched out his hands and seemed to be unveiling the mysteries. All of a sudden, there came a burst of pain on her cheek. She uttered a "Hiss" and had no choice but to wake up from the dream.

"You are going to be late for your work!" Freya roared in her ears while pinching her cheek. "You had been smiling so sweetly while dreaming. You had dreamed of your Mr. Brian? Hadn't you?"

It indeed was.

But she was just not going to let Freya know!

Joanne's mood had been played up very well by that dream. She kicked away the quilt and dressed herself up. Till the time when she came out refreshingly, she instead saw Freya holding her mobile in the bed as if she had been stupefied.

There finally came an agency which would like to sign a contract with her?

Joanne walked over soundlessly, only to find out that Freya actually was reading the entertainment news, among which she had caught sight of some kinds of words like "Brian", "Rosalyn" and "Together in the hotel." The moment Freya noticed her, she hid her mobile hurriedly.

"Well? Since you have been dressed up, then let's eat breakfast together!"Freya made her effort to raise the bright smile, "Let's go to Moonlit Dine. My treat!"

Joanne held her hands out calmly, "Give me your mobile."

Freya clung to her mobile and shook her head. "It isn't anything. Let's go to eat breakfast. If you do not like Moonlit Dine, then we..."

Joanne's look was calm and expressionless. She was just staring at Freya whatever Freya said.

Freya knew she must have caught sight of something. It was of no use for her to hide it up. So she handed out her mobile.

Joanne unlocked the mobile and finally saw clearly the title of the news-

"Going to the US together and seeing each other secretly, Brian and Rosalyn had been together in the same hotel for as long as 4 hours."

As if having been bombarded, her mind was of a misty blankness. She could not reflect on anything. Her fingers were mechanically drawing downward.

She then saw the pictures in the news.

Late night at ten o'clock, Brian and Rosalyn were sitting in the restaurant of the well-known hotel. Rosalyn snuggled up on the sofa, shaking the red wine cups. While for Brian who sat on her opposite side, he did not wear any expression on his face. However, with him being cold and stern all along, it had been tender of him to treat Rosalyn in this way.

While in the second picture, they had already been back to the room of the hotel. Rosalyn's shawl was falling on the floor. Brian and she were holding together. They were closely related and interdependent like lips and teeth. While the king-sized bed beside them seemed to be indicative of something.

While for the several pictures in later parts, they were all similar to the second one. The only difference lied in that more and more parts of Rosalyn's body were exposed, the suits on Brian's body were becoming messier and messier and this perfect couple was closer and closer to that king-sized bed, which made people's mind roam.

The entertainment reporter wrote in the end, it was not until the next morning that Brian finally left Rosalyn's room and came out. It totaled nearly four hours from beginning to end. People all had a tacit understanding of what had happened. Moreover, they arrived in the US by the same flight yesterday, which had seemed to be done for work, however, actually... the real purpose might not lie in work.

Upon reading the news over, Joanne had already resumed her capability of thinking. Taking a deep breath, she returned the mobile to Freya and said, "Why are you still at a loss? Go and get changed. Didn't we just talk about you treating me to eat breakfast in Moonlit Dine a moment ago?"

"Joey..." Freya walked over and said, "If you feel..."

Joanne interrupted Freya while smiling faintly. "You are not going to take back on your own promise, are you?"

Freya clenched her teeth and replied, "I am going to get dressed! You wait for a moment!" It also worked for her to firstly grant Joanne time to figure out the whole thing and then they solve it together.

Joanne got her mobile and went out of the room. Till then, she finally could not maintain the smile on her face. She was doubtful about what she had been reading, however, she did not have the courage to turn back and read it for a second time.

Freya was right once again: For the business trip or whatever, they are of the most risks.

Her heart seemed to be held down by a rocky stone. She intended to inquire of Brian about what was going on.

But if what happened between Brian and Rosalyn had been true, then... with what standpoint could she have interrogated him? Brian had said that he had no feelings for her and he would divorce her two years later, hadn't he?

Joanne looked like an insect falling into the cobweb at this moment. Though the place where she stayed was that spacious, she still struggled to such an extent that she felt she was almost suffocated.

If she could not find anything to do, then maybe she would rush to the US to look for Brian out of impulse.

No, she could not do that. Absolutely not...

Right at that moment, Joanne's mobile rang. Having thought it was a call from Brian, she picked up her mobile and had a look, only to find out it was a call from Captain Turner instead.

Hey, he was calling to inquire of her about the gossip between Brian and Rosalyn, wasn't he?

Joanne put through the phone. Captain Turner was talking in an urgent way. "Joanne, a murder case had happened in Room 502, Block 16 of Cypress Apartments, could you go to the scene?"

"Yes! I will be there within thirty minutes!"

Joanne put her mobile down and went to look for her car key hastily. She left Freya some words and then left.

Till the time when Freya ran out, Joanne's figure had already gone. Only her mobile was lying on the sofa. She shook her head, "She was not affected by the news, my ass. She had even forgotten her mobile."

Joanne intended to give Shawn a call. However, she could not find her mobile. Till then she realized that she had left the mobile on the sofa. Making up her mind to bet on the mutual understanding between Shawn and her, she stubbornly drove directly towards Cypress Apartments.

When she arrived at the downstairs of Block 16, she saw the pulled-up police cordon and flooding people who surrounded Block 16. Joanne finally understood why Captain Turner had talked in such an urgent way a while ago. This was a serious case.

She showed her ID cards to the police staff defending the police cordon and asked, "Has Shawn arrived yet?"

"Captain Turner and he both had already arrived."

"Thanks."

Joanne went up to the fifth floor straightly.

Having been waiting for Joanne, Shawn gave her directly her gloves and clothes. "I have brought your stuff over."

"Thanks." Joanne put the gloves on nimbly, "I knew it. You would bring the stuff over for me."

"Joanne," Captain Turner walked over and said, "Can you work normally? If you cannot, we will pull other people over. While you can have a few days' rests. The case this time is not easy. You cannot make light of it."

"You all have read the news?" Joanne could not help herself complaining, "You all have become such a gossip under Shawn's influence. No worries, personal issues won't affect my work and my judgment."

Captain Turner chose to believe in Joanne and nodded, "Then let's get started."

Joanne and Shawn were doing the autopsy on the scene. They saw at a glance that the deceased had been maltreated to death. The means which the murderer had adopted looked exactly like the ones adopted by the perverted killers in the violence films. He animatedly carved various kinds of patterns on the deceased's body. Then he mutilated her arms and legs, leaving her to death out of the excessive loss of blood caused by maltreatment.

Joanne frowned deeply. The hatred towards the murderer gradually covered up all the emotion fluctuations in the morning. She demanded to follow this case proactively.

She needed to find something challenging to distract herself. To start a combat, this murderer with ruthless means was a good choice.

"We had intended to assign you even if you had not asked for it by yourself." The look on Captain Turner's face was imposing. He said, "Joanne, we suspect that the murderer is going to commit a chain of crimes. The deceased was friendly in normal times and had not made enemies with anybody. Based on our initial judgment, it is much probable that this murderer is experiencing some psychological problems. It is our suspicion that he will continue looking for another girl living alone as his killing target. Since you have also minored in Criminal Psychology, then Shawn will be in charge of the autopsy and you are going to help us seek the murderer out."

Joanne nodded and said, "Alright."

It turned out that what Captain Turner had conjectured was right. Right in that afternoon, there was another murder happening in another residential quarter. The deceased was also a young girl who lived on her own. Her death situation was exactly the same as that of the girl in Cypress Apartments. The police initially judged that it was committed by the same person with the same means.

"Serial killer", these four words were like horrifying haze hovering above Arlington's sky. The girls who lived alone were all greatly upset. Joanne and people in the vice squad were awfully busy in order to uncover this killer.

Also right in that afternoon, Freya got a call from an agency. The talent agent made a date with her to discuss the contract signing in person.

Lying on Freya's sofa all alone, Joanne's mobile kept ringing, with these three words "Brian" shown above.

Since Freya was not at home, so of course nobody picked the phone up. Soon, the mobile turned itself off automatically due to the running down of the battery. Then the calls could not be made through...