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- The red-haired bra beauty in the photo has many passports and various aliases.
Judy is just one of her many pseudonyms. Her real name is unknown, probably only she knows it, or even she herself has forgotten it.
In the night market of Tim City, she has a nice nickname.
Blood spider.
Spiders are poisonous, and blood-sucking spiders are more vicious and alluring.
Facing fifteen years in prison, she took it calmly, without any regrets or anger.
The tail of youth, she went to prison when a woman was the most beautiful, and the fifteen-year sentence almost buried this beauty.
She has never been a person who bows to fate.
The cruel past told her one thing, giving up means death.
Her strength is very weak. In prison, she was a lover of eight perverted women. The inhuman abuse still haunts her like a nightmare. The physical pain has long been healed, but the spiritual torture is still there. Indelible.
She eventually became the boss of that cell and met a man who changed his fate.
That man is also a prisoner, but he is not like a prisoner at all. He is confident and calm, with a smile on his face that can make people let down their vigilance.
Fifteen years turned into eight years, that man did what he said and fulfilled his promise, and she will fulfill her promise too.
After she was released from prison, she went to Kavalon, where she met the weird young man in charge of the man's wealth. His eyes were indifferent, as if there was nothing in this world that could fascinate him.
With the support of the youth, it only took her one year to successfully enter the upper class and establish a network of relationships that only belonged to her.
Through this network, she returned to Tim City, the city that buried her youth and made her wake up countless times in nightmares.
This is a dimly lit room, and she is sitting on a European-style sofa with a thin cigarette in her hand.
The smoke was rising, swirling and circling before her eyes, gradually thinning, and her eyes were dazedly staring at the huge picture frame on the wall.
There is an unfinished oil painting in the photo frame, a woman is wearing a semi-transparent pajamas, lying casually on the sofa, her eyes are full of happy smiles.
She is waiting for someone.
"Matthew is missing." When she received this anonymous text message, she didn't believe that the message was true.
She has sent someone to monitor Matthew's whereabouts. There are professional private detectives, one in the open and one in the dark.
If Matthew is missing, she should be the first to know about it.
She hesitated, and called the two private detectives separately, and the two calls ended.
She was sure of one thing, Matthew was indeed missing.
Who sent the anonymous text message? What is the purpose? Where is Matthew?
She was very scared and at a loss, so she called the police!
No matter how unhappy I am with Adolf on the premise of not committing a crime, Adolf is indeed the most reliable guardian.
Boom boom.
There was a knock on the door, followed by a crisp female voice saying, "The police are here."
"Understood, let them wait in the lobby." Judy said lightly.
It is not the first time Ibrahimovic has entered a nightclub, but it is the first time he has entered a nightclub during the day.
Many of the lights here are not turned on, and the light is very dim. In the empty hall, there were not many people. A group of majestic men were squatting or standing in every corner of the hall, their eyes sweeping towards him vaguely.
As soon as Ibrahimovic sat on the soft leather sofa, he yawned, then leaned back, and fell asleep.
The few policemen who brought him with him had long been familiar with the strangeness, and according to the prior arrangement, they protected him in the center.
A chubby manager walked in from the gate, saw the familiar old policeman, called his name enthusiastically, and then took two bottles of good wine and a few exquisite glasses by himself.
The old policeman watched with a smile as the fat manager poured the wine, laughed and picked up the glass, and beckoned the other policemen to drink together.
Seeing that the police were not serious, the chubby manager was about to inquire about the purpose of their trip when a rattling sound came from the depths of the nightclub.
When the chubby manager heard this voice, he felt that his breathing was not smooth. He looked towards the source of the voice, and the originally dim light suddenly turned on, and a fiery figure came into view.
Judy stepped on her high heels and walked towards where they were.
The Lord came, and the old policeman got up and pushed Ibrahimovic.
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Without any cover from outsiders, Ibrahimovic was even embarrassed to look at her. The visual impact of white and red was too great, and his big eyes were almost hallucinating.
Without outsiders, Judy lost interest in acting. She smiled charmingly and asked, "How long have you known Matthew?"
"It's been three years." Ibrahimovic said without raising his head.
"What kind of person do you think he is?"
"A person who is full of hope in life! If I were him, I would have freed myself a long time ago." Ibrahimovic thought for a while and said.
"Hehe, do you know what is the best reason for a person to live in despair?"
"Love and tolerance?" Ibrahimovic said.
Judy chuckled, "Your answer makes me feel that your family is happy and you have no worries about food and clothing. You are not very old, and you haven't had enough contact with society." There are many reasons for a person to live in despair. The best reason is hatred. Hatred can give new meaning to life and make living a very meaningful thing. "
Is this being underestimated?
Ibrahimovic frowned and looked up at Judy, "Then what do you think is the best reason?"
"There are many reasons for a person to live in despair. The best reason is hatred. Hatred can give new meaning to life and make living a very meaningful thing." After Judy finished speaking, she shared the two The photo was placed in the canyon and pressed down, "You must have never been in love, your eyes are so cute."
When Ibrahimovic heard it, he was speechless immediately. This woman is dirty and beautiful, and she also gives benefits. I really like chatting with her.
Judy lit another cigarette, took a few puffs, and said slowly: "Adolf has a limited IQ, but he is not stupid. He may seem reckless, but he is actually more sober than anyone else. Every time there is a case that cannot be solved by force, he will The first time I went to others for help, I used to like to find Kahn, but now I like to find you."
"In the past few years, you have helped Adolf solve many major cases, among which economic cases and fraud cases are the most To be honest, I don't think that with your knowledge and wisdom, you can clearly understand those terms and legal documents, and find flaws in them , Catch the mastermind behind the scenes. It cannot be said that you have no strength at all, after all, you can trust a useless person and use extreme methods to quickly solve the case, you are still trustworthy."
wtf! What kind of perverted woman is this!
How was it analyzed? Although Matthew helped me analyze many difficult documents, most of the operations to solve the case were done by myself! He didn't really help much.
Ibrahimovic suddenly felt that his mind was very confused. This woman named Judy was far smarter and cunning than he imagined.
"The more beautiful a woman is, the more dangerous she is, haha." Judy took out the photos in the canyon, got up and came to Ibrahimovic, stared condescendingly for a moment, then leaned down, and said a series of numbers in his ear.
Then she pressed the three photos on his thigh, showing a meaningful smile.
Da da da¡¡
She stepped on her high heels and gradually walked away.
While staring at her back, Ibrahimovic felt the residual heat in the photo with his palm.
There is a very thin and hard card sandwiched between the three photos.
Before Ibrahimovic left the nightclub, he went to the bathroom, took the card out of his backpack, and looked at both sides.
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