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"The suspect has entered the Executive Director's office!" B suddenly exclaimed.
C 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 shut tight.
At that moment, B 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 B provided the police with the company's address, he hung up and turned to us. "Why would the suspect go into the Executive Director's office?"
"Maybe to escape," C suggested.
"That's not right," I said. "As far as I remember, that office is completely sealed; there aren't even any windows. Once the suspect goes in, it's like entering a locked room—there's no way to escape."
"Exactly," B agreed with me. "The company has a back door. If the suspect wanted to flee, they should have gone out through that door instead of into 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 outside." Yet despite my words, I remained rooted in place, staring at that office door.
C 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 nodded in agreement. "That's true."
More than ten minutes passed before the detectives arrived. During those minutes, there was complete silence in the company; the office door remained tightly shut, and X was still inside.
At this moment, what exactly was X doing in that office?
"This is the whole story of what happened to me before the police arrived that night." I said to V. V didn't say anything, his expression was dull, he stared at the floor in a daze, as if thinking about something. This is V's residence - one of the suites in a rental house. Tonight is the first time I met V. At about three o'clock in the morning today, I was thinking about what Detective Huo said to me on the phone, thinking about some messy things, my thoughts were messy, and I couldn't sleep, so I got up and went online. I had joined a QQ group called "Reasoning Club" before, and the members of the group were all mystery enthusiasts. At this time, I opened the dialog box of the QQ group and posted a sentence in the group: "I encountered a very strange thing, and I can't figure it out. Who is interested in listening?" However, no one paid attention to me. This is no wonder. It's already past three o'clock in the morning, and everyone is asleep. Even if they are still online, I'm afraid they are just hanging on QQ. I sighed softly and was about to close the dialog box when someone in the group replied, "Tell me about it." The nickname of that person was "V." I had noticed this nickname before, but had never communicated with him. V rarely spoke in the group. So I chatted with V privately through a temporary session: "A few days ago, there was an extremely horrific murder tragedy, which was broadcast live in front of me. The suspect and the deceased were only separated from me by a piece of glass. The blood and brains of the deceased even seemed to splash on my face." A few seconds later, V replied: "Because this tragedy is still fresh in your memory and vivid, you can't fall asleep?"
"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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