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The star's rays shine directly on this busy street. The entire city has been cooled down by some advanced device, and pedestrians can hardly feel the heat.

Chandler didn't look out of place in his coat and hat.

With a cigarette between his lips and his hands in his coat pockets, he was walking on the street normally like everyone else, heading towards his destination.

He seemed very calm, but his trembling hands in his pockets were not so calm.

This time things were different and he was involved in the case again.

Will the ghostly murderer suddenly wake up in a hidden corner and realize that someone has restarted the investigation?

Gradually, he left the bustling neighborhood and came to a relatively quiet residential area.

This is an area where rich people live, one-third of the rich people on the planet live here.

After identifying himself at the gatekeeper, he was let into this vast estate, in which there were hundreds of separate small estates, each of which lived a wealthy man.

Following his memory, he walked up a slope and came under the plaque.

Under the shade of the trees, everything here seems to prove that this place has been abandoned for a long time.

He just stood there quietly for a while, and then a skinny old man walked over from a flower bed.

The seemingly frail old man came straight to the courtyard gate, holding a kinetic energy pistol in his hand, and said sternly: "What are you doing here?!"

Chandler: "Just a quick visit."

"Then why don't you go to the street to visit, you can visit anyone. Why do you come here again, reminding the mistress of the sad past, pretending to comfort her a few words, and then walk away empty-handed!"

Chandler walked away silently, and the old man shouted excitedly: "Leaving now? No wonder, you people know how to give up without knowing how to do anything!"

Chandler suddenly rushed to the courtyard door and shouted: "Open the door!"

The old man almost pulled the trigger of the kinetic pistol.

He entered this deserted manor. Even so, dust and cobwebs could not cover up the former glory of this place.

Entering the central villa, he found the person he was looking for on the sofa in front of the fireplace in the hall.

The woman looked very young and sat there with a sad face, staring at the burning flame in the fireplace.

Chandler stood upright on the carpet and said, "Audrey."

She moved her fingers on the armrest, and the sofa automatically turned around to face Chandler.

"Just call me Mrs. Smith."

Once upon a time, this was a girl in her early twenties who almost married him, Chandler thought.

"Mrs. Smith, please forgive me for taking the liberty of calling on you."

Audrey sat there, looked at him indifferently, and said: "There is nothing worth forgiving, for me."

Chandler: "My coming here this time is not just a simple visit."

The expression on Audrey's face changed, and she lost her voice: "Do you want to re-investigate that case?"

Chandler nodded silently.

Audrey was so excited that she spoke incoherently, "Do you have a clue? Do you need funds? Since my new husband was killed, the inheritance left to me is enough to run for Star Alliance President."

Chandler sighed: "Not yet, I just came here to sort it out again to see if there are any clues that were left behind."

Audrey: "What about the ghost killer? Will he come to kill you?"

Chandler: "I don't know."

Then, he sat on the sofa, took the coffee delivered by a robot, and reminisced with Audrey about the scene at that time.

At the end, Audrey burst into tears and said: "Sometimes, I regret that I made that decision and chose him instead of you. Otherwise, I will live a poor life now, but with you by my side."

"Mrs. Smith..."

"Okay, okay, I won't talk about that anymore."

Chandler stood up, put his notepad into his coat pocket, and was about to say goodbye when he suddenly heard the sound of a huge rectangular glass being broken on the second floor.

He looked there and saw countless colorful glass shards falling down. He immediately rushed towards Audrey sitting on the sofa chair, only to find that she was already dead.

The fragments cut his skin and red blood seeped out, but that was no longer important.

He stared at his first love who was dead on the sofa. There was a fine red line on her white neck. Only an extremely sharp blade could achieve this.

As blood sprayed onto his face, the old man's low cry came from outside. Chandler immediately ran out and saw that the old man holding the kinetic energy rifle in his hand had fallen into a pool of blood.

He wiped the blood off his face and ran to the basement of the villa. All security systems were paralyzed, the biometric security door was forcibly broken open, and the prosthetic body storage chamber inside was destroyed, along with Audrey's body.

He saw the warning message left on Audrey's skin by the Ghost Killer's blade.

The executor came quickly, looked at Chandler with an appraising eye, and then began to clean up the mess.

"Mr. Chandler," said the noseless Onner (all executors of Star Alliance are Onner) seriously, "I have informed Mrs. Smith's children, and they will be arriving from all over soon. Come and collect your share of the inheritance. According to the will, she will be cremated and her ashes will be buried together with Mr. Smith.”

Chandler nodded slightly and was about to leave, but the Onner man stopped him.

"Sir, there is also your share in the will."

"My share?"

"I must tell you that what is left to you is not property, but a letter written by Mrs. Smith herself."

The Onner man said as he handed the letter to Chandler.

He did not open it immediately, but said to the Onner people: "Will this matter be made public?"

"Of course not. The executor not only executed the will, but to a large extent took over the family during this period. If this matter becomes public, it will have a very bad impact on the family. Everyone will only know about Smith The lady died of natural causes.”

Chandler: "Even her children?"

Onner: "Yes. When the situation stabilizes, I will be told the truth."

"The situation is stable..." he said to himself.

Onner: "If you arrest the ghost killer, the situation will stabilize."

"You don't seem alarmed at all."

"If I'm not here because of my fear of the Ghost Killer, I'm not worthy of being an Onner, an executor."