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"The suspect has entered the Executive Director's office!" B Man suddenly exclaimed.
C Girl and I snapped back to reality and looked ahead. We saw a shadow flash in front of the office door, and then with a loud bang, the door was slammed shut.
At that moment, B Man took out his phone and dialed 110. "Hello, there’s been a murder here, and the suspect is still on the scene. Please send someone immediately. Our address is..."
After giving the police the company address, B Man hung up and turned to us. "Why would the suspect go into the Executive Director's office?"
"Maybe to escape," C Girl suggested.
"That's not right," I replied. "As far as I remember, that office is completely sealed; there are no windows. Once the suspect goes in, it's like entering a locked room—there's no way to escape."
"Exactly," B Man added, echoing my thoughts. "The company has a back door. If the suspect wanted to flee, they would have gone out through that door instead of entering this office. Regardless, we need to keep a close watch on that office door until the police arrive."
"What good does it do to keep an eye on the office door?" I said dismissively. "If the suspect comes out, we can't stop them from leaving even if we're outside." Yet despite my words, I remained fixed on that office door.
C Girl trembled as she spoke, "Even if we had the key to the main door, we wouldn't be able to stop the suspect from escaping."
B Man nodded in agreement. "That's true."
More than ten minutes passed before the detectives arrived. During those minutes, there was no movement in the company; the office door remained tightly shut, and X was still inside.
At this moment, what could X possibly be doing in that office?
"That's one of the reasons, I suppose. The more important reason is that something incredible happened during that time, something I've thought about for a long time, yet I still can't find the answer."
"What was it?"
"How about this," I paused for a moment, thought it over, and then quickly began typing on the keyboard. "Today is Sunday; let's meet tonight, and I'll tell you the whole story."
"Sounds good," V readily agreed.
"Where should we meet?"
"Come to my house."
"Your house?"
"Yes." V then provided me with his address.
Before I could respond, he added, "I'm going to sleep now. Just come over after eight tonight. Good night."
"Wait!" I quickly typed back, but V had already logged off and didn't reply.
Why did he want me to come to his house? Does he have some ulterior motive?
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