EIGHTEEN HOURS EARLIER,Lieutenant Jack sat on the couch with his wife and little daughter. They had just finished their dinner and were watching an animated movie, which his daughter was thoroughly enjoying.His phone began to ring, the sound coming from the bedroom. "I'll be right back," he told his wife as he handed their daughter over to her. He got up and walked into the bedroom. While inside, he noticed a call from one of his colleagues. He answered the call, but then a scream pierced the air from the living room - it was his wife's voice. He quickly hung up and rushed back to the living room.When he arrived, he was shocked to find Helium pointing a gun at his wife. Frozen in place, he was unsure of what to do next. After a moment of staring, he regained his senses and his hand began to move towards the drawer where his gun was located.Helium watched him intently until he retrieved the gun. "Don't even dare, unless you want to see your wife die in front of you," Helium warned

After hours of driving around searching for Kim, Ian became frustrated. He parked his car on the side of the road and broke down in tears. While crying, he suddenly had an idea and wiped his eyes. He took out his wallet from his pocket and found a card. It was the card of the private investigator who had assisted him when he first left the suburb for California to search for Kim. The investigator was highly connected and excellent at his job, so Ian was convinced that the man could help him. He quickly called him.When the man answered the call, he asked, "Why are you calling me so late? Shouldn't you be sleeping by this time? It's already past ten.""I need you to find someone for me," Ian pleaded."Okay, you've got business," the man said. "Go on, I'm all ears.""Well, it's the girl I was searching for earlier. I found her, but now I've lost her.""What do you mean you've lost her?" the investigator asked.Ian proceeded to tell the man everything.The man asked, "Where precisely a

Ian held the glass, taking it to his mouth to take a sip of the juice within. However, after a few moments, he unexpectedly released the glass, causing it to fall and shatter on the floor. He stepped back, feigning surprise as if it had been an accidental mishap.The woman gazed at him in disbelief, realizing that her plan had unraveled. "Oh no, why did you break my glass cup?" she asked anxiously."I'm sorry, I am sorry," Ian replied hastily. "It slipped from my hand.""Okay, it's fine, it's fine," the lady reassured him. She promptly retrieved a broom, swept up the shattered glass, and disposed of it in the trash.Afterward, she took a stick and mopped up the liquid, then she went into the room.At this point, Ian knew that something was wrong. He already found it suspicious that rather than bring out Kim for him, the woman insisted that he drank the juice, which was why he deliberately left the cup down. Although he didn't think she was a bad person, he didn't want to trust anyo

When Ian opened Lieutenant Jack's door, he was surprised to find out that the door was not locked. He had first rung the bell, but there was no reply. He knocked as well but still did not get any response. That was when he decided to open the door and was surprised to see that it wasn't locked. He went in anyway, telling himself that Jack already knew who he was and wouldn't be surprised by his visit. The moment he entered the house, Kim walked in behind him, and they both gasped in surprise. On the floor lay Jack, who had been murdered. His wife had also been killed, and their two-year-old daughter was lying unconscious. The house already had a pungent smell because of all the spilled blood.Seeing what had happened to them, Kim began to cry. After staring at the bodies in shock for a while, Ian put himself together."Shh. Please, don't cry, Kim," he said to her. "Let me quickly look around." He took out the gun from his pants and searched the house to see if there was any enemy hi

As they walked into the house, Ian looked around and asked the private investigator, "Do you live here?""Yes, I do. Isn't that why I brought you here?"Ian said, "Well, this house is really beautiful. You must make a lot of money from being a private investigator.""Yeah, right... I guess I do." Bob replied.As he led them towards a room, they noticed a man who seemed to be in his forties, sitting on the couch and drinking. There were empty bottles by his side, which showed that he had been drinking for a while.The man turned, saw the private investigator, together with Ian and Kim, and said, "Oh, you're back?" Afterward, he turned his attention back to his drink."I'm sorry you have to see this," the investigator said to Ian. "That's my older brother. He got a rough divorce, and his wife kicked him out of the house. He lost his job, and you know how it is; after the divorce, his wife got everything, now look at him. He spends his time drinking and gambling, just basically wasting a