"Welcome to you, Miss Greyrein, please sit."

A bright and spacious office, soft and silent high-end carpet, a large and majestic large desk, and the tall and slender middle-aged man. The top floor of the Selected Beverage Company, the founder of the company, McDonny Van Heinrich, a successful person with an exaggerated name, raised his hand and signaled.

"Mr. Anderson Belson, a veteran shareholder of the Seattle Daily, provided me with a recommendation book he wrote himself."

Heinrich crossed his slender fingers and looked at Nina meaningfully: "Do you know, his praise for you is so high that I even doubt whether you are his relative. Of course, I have already viewed your files. The level of recent reports is indeed extraordinary. Those who Mr. Belson has not said anything too much, you have proved yourself for me for him."

Nina held her slender stockings and beautiful legs together, with a hint of tension in her smile, but the flaws did not hide the merits. Her calm and generous behavior at least shocked the girl at the front desk. At this time, facing the company's top leader, she certainly had many reasons to be nervous, but she could still maintain basic calmness.

"Thank you for your praise, Mr. Heinrich. In fact, since you have read my files, I believe you should also be clear that I do not have decisive qualifications in the position I interviewed at this moment. Despite this, you still gave me the opportunity to interview, which is really an honor for me."

Clasp or clichés, the interview itself is not too difficult, because Nina knows a more important fact.

The so-called brand image designer assistant actually seems to be just a very ordinary position. Although large companies may still have high educational requirements, it is just a door god used to eliminate weak people. Small positions welcome big interviewers, and the result was destined at the beginning. Instead of worrying about the interview results, Nina would rather focus on other key points.

"Now, please allow me to introduce your future direct leader, Miss Greyrein, Sylvia, come in."

After the words came, a charming and sexy young girl walked into the company's highest-level office with a charming smile.

When Nina looked back suddenly, she was shocked by her beautiful face and couldn't speak.

...

“…hey, hey?”

Meanwhile, in the ground parking lot of the Selected Mansion, Solan sat on the hood of his huge SUV, shaking his cell phone.

“Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey

It took a while before Shirley's voice rang again.

"Sorry, Solan, is the signal really that bad?"

“That was pretty bad.”

It was a little uncomfortable, so Solan simply sat cross-legged on the engine. As for the eyes of those passing by, he would not care at all: "Tell me, the bureau is already so lively now, don't ask me to go back and work overtime quickly."

The first batch of reports were far earlier than Solan expected. The reason was that his family in Phoenix suddenly came to Seattle to visit their sisters and relatives who had not seen each other for three years. The result was that the religiously stolen limbs were placed in the living room, and the strange symbols of blood donation drawings were used on the wall like a cultist. The crime scene that Solan had mischievously caused more than half of the visitors to faint.

"It's not time to work overtime. Everyone in the murder team plans to show off their skills while you are away..."

There is indeed a lot of noise in the background sound of the mobile phone. It is estimated that the twenty members of the entire group have been completely mobilized. Because the nature of this case is so bad that it can even be listed on the global perverted murder rankings, it is impossible to be too cautious at all. Solan is even worried, because it is really hard to imagine how high the matter will be hit when the remaining thirty or forty similar crime scenes are released.

"Anyway, Shirley, I'll give you one piece of advice."

In the blink of an eye, Solan answered: "Absolutely don't take your own actions. I mean, don't provide any extra ideas to others, just do your job honestly. This is not something they should interfere. As long as you don't lead it in a slanted way, ordinary people will not consider it in the direction of the world, understand?"

"I understand, of course I understand this."

Shirley's tone was helpless and weird. It was conceivable that she was rubbing the huge sweat beads dripping from her forehead: "But Solan, do you really need to make such an exaggerated thing? I remember you said that this kind of thing should be as concealed as possible, right? Or... in short, you do this..."

"Believe me in shaping the scene, dear... girl."

The words that flashed for a moment were immediately corrected, but Shirley still heard them clearly, her heart pounding, and she didn't know what to think about in her heart.

"But……"

"Do you know which one is better, the mysterious disappearance case, the collective burning case, or the perverted killer commits a series of crimes?"

"this……"

"Serial Killer, really, Shirley, that's true."

Solan said seriously: "In the case of the disappearance, the police are desperately investigating the cause of the disappearance, and the sources of this clue are too diverse, especially if they are exposed to the FBI level... Please believe their channels, some people with a broad mind can cause trouble for you."

"So collective burning is the same result. Whether it is searching for a non-existent cult group or following other ideas, it will create more variables. On the contrary, although the perverted killer will make residents in the city and the state uneasy, it will point the direction to the police so that they will not go to other messy places."

"You know, Shirley, Seattle has not stopped in the past month. It can be expected that it will not be calm for the next period of time. If all this is pushed to an unknown mysterious murderer, then everything can be explained. It is amazing that it is to create a stronger, more mysterious and more cruel Jack the Ripper. In the information age, there are so many stories all day long, why don't I make up the most exciting one?"

The explanation is to cover up, and cover up is the fact. Shirley's phone call is fundamentally about asking for peace of mind. Of course, she knew how much Solan could do, and she also knew that Solan could not be caught by the police. If he had the intention to create an unprecedented murderous devil, then the myth would be born casually.

"Yes, myth..."

After tying his phone, Shirley suddenly thought of something she had never considered before.

"A existence like him, myths and legends of the past, and folk stories, must be mentioned?"

For a moment, Shirley's petite head quickly became active.
Chapter completed!