Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

He always thought he was just overworked and hadn't exercised in a long time, so he was physically weak.

Unexpectedly, these were the same warning signs seen in victims of serial murders!

When it came to his own life and fortune, Jedi didn't care about anything else and immediately turned to the side and made a gesture.

"Please come inside, Detective Black Tower, and officers, we need to discuss this case thoroughly and bring the murderer to justice."

Brooks and Green exchanged a subtle glance, both seeing surprise in each other's eyes.

The most difficult reasonable explanation was easily resolved by Black Tower, and the way the others looked at her changed as well.

No wonder he's a detective who can remain absolutely calm even when death is at stake.

This ability to adapt to changing circumstances and the speed of his thinking are something even a police superintendent would envy; appearances can be deceiving.

The group filed into Jedi's house.

It is much larger than the one in Slimane, and the decoration is quite exquisite.

But the heavy curtains were drawn tightly, preventing even a ray of sunlight from getting in, making the room very dim.

The air was thick with the smell of tobacco, and the stuffiness was caused by the fact that the windows hadn't been opened for ventilation for a long time.

Following the procedure at the time, Brooks stayed on the first floor to negotiate with Jeddy.

The rest of the people dispersed and conducted a thorough search of every corner of the house, trying to find any potential dangers.

Black Tower stood in the hall, looking around.

Qi Zhimu said he wouldn't help unless there was danger, but he just couldn't control his mouth.

"On the third shelf of the wine cabinet on the left, there's one embedded in the cork of that wine bottle."

Familiar voices echoed in Black Tower's mind one after another.

"There's another one hidden behind the louvers of the air conditioner vent on the right side of the ceiling."

Without making a sound, Black Tower walked to the wine cabinet, turned the wine bottle half a circle, revealing the miniature camera hidden on his back.

Then he walked to the area under the air conditioner and looked at the air vent.

Indeed, there are some...

"How did you find us? We hypnotized Jedi before we arrived?" Black Tower asked in his mind.

"No, I have a very strong sense of these things. I can sense it even if someone is observing me through binoculars from several kilometers away."

Qi Zhimu curled the corners of his mouth.

"I can see that kind of thing everywhere in the house, no matter where it is."

"The base of the bedside lamp in the bedroom, the edge of the mirror cabinet by the bathroom sink, the gap behind the computer monitor in the study, and under the leaves of the plant in the living room."

With Qi Zhimu's precise navigation, the Black Tower was practically invisible to those with X-ray vision.

Within just a few minutes, eight miniature surveillance devices were neatly arranged on the coffee table.

The other police officers in charge of the search gathered around, looking at the items on the table and exchanging bewildered glances.

They searched for quite a while, but found absolutely nothing.

As a result, this young Black Tower detective found so many cameras.

As everyone sat down on the sofa, Black Tower's gaze fell on Jedi.

"Mr. Jedi, would you mind explaining why you installed so many cameras in your home?"

Jedi's pale face was filled with undisguised surprise.

"Detective Black Tower, I am truly impressed by you. Your meticulousness and professionalism are simply astounding."

"It's amazing that they were able to find all the cameras in such a short time."

The praise came from the bottom of his heart, but the expressions of the two superintendents next to him seemed somewhat unnatural.

Even these professionally trained superintendents failed to detect the deeply hidden equipment.

Black Tower paid no attention to such praise and quietly waited for Jedi to explain.

Jedi didn't hide anything. He pulled out a cigarette from under the coffee table, lit it, and took a deep drag.

"That's just the nature of our job."

"When investigating extramarital affairs, trade secrets, and debt disputes, it's inevitable to offend people."

"I've made so many enemies over the years that I can't even count them on one hand. I installed these surveillance cameras purely for security reasons."

"I don't want to come home one day and have someone lying in wait to slit my throat as soon as I open the door. As someone in the same profession, you should be able to understand my predicament."

Black Tower nodded tacitly on the surface, seemingly accepting this perfectly reasonable explanation.

However, Qi Zhimu responded with merciless mockery.

"This unethical guy may genuinely be protecting himself from enemies, but making money from films is even more so."

"Additional information: This guy used surveillance cameras with excellent hidden angles to film a lot of private videos of the different women he brought back, and then packaged them up and sold them on some shady websites."

"He earns far more money from this side job than he does as a detective."

Black Tower lowered his eyelids slightly, not letting any emotion show on his face.

She wasn't interested in Jedi's morality; it's perfectly normal for human nature to have a dark side.

As long as these cameras are not related to Death's methods, there is no need to expose their secrets to avoid unnecessary complications.

Jedi had no idea that Qi Zhimu had already stripped him bare of his secrets.

Seeing that everyone accepted his explanation, he relaxed a little and continued:

"Because I live alone, I am very careful. In addition to keeping these surveillance cameras on all day, I carefully check every night before going to bed to make sure the front door is locked and the windows are closed tightly."

"I even lock my bedroom door from the inside before going to sleep, so it's unlikely that the serial killer would be able to sneak into my house undetected."

"No matter how tight the security measures are, can they really prevent supernatural forces from entering?"

Qi Zhimu snorted coldly, his tone revealing interest.

"I'd like to see how this unlucky fellow dies."

Ignoring the whispers in his head, Black Tower interrupted Jedi without hesitation and got straight to the point.

"Mr. Jedi is very vigilant, but we are more concerned about your health right now."

Black Tower stared into Jedi's eyes.

"Think back carefully, when did you start experiencing this unusual fatigue? Did anything unusual happen during that time, or did you encounter any strange people?"

"Please be as detailed as possible; don't overlook any small things."

"Let me think..." Jedi fell into reminiscence.

The room was so quiet that the only sound could be the ticking of the clock on the wall.

After a long pause, Jedi stubbed out his cigarette and slowly spoke.

"It started about eleven days ago. Before that, I had just finished catching a cheating case. Although I was a little tired, I was still in normal physical condition."

"That night, I was woken up by a strong urge to urinate. I groggily got out of bed, pushed open the bedroom door, and went to the bathroom in the living room to use the toilet."

Black Tower picked up on the key phrase: "Why go outside?"

When she was looking for the security camera, she looked into Jedi's bedroom, which clearly had a private bathroom.

……

Compared to your future, supporting your studies is really insignificant; academic pursuits are the priority.

I've been feeling a bit anxious lately, so I probably won't be writing about new reincarnations anytime soon. Once I finish writing about the daily life and reunion scenes in the fourth life, it will probably be over, maybe around 60 words?

uncertain.

Compared to simulators, it's indeed harder to write a long story about multiple female characters in a cosmic cycle.