Three people and one ghost solved 43 mysterious cases.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, my husband walked into the gym.

When we came to the rest area, there was a driver sitting on the sofa - my wife's full-time driver.

He was 24 years old and his shirt was tightly wrapped with strong muscles. This driver was selected by his wife after interviewing more than a dozen people.

The husband said to the driver, "I will pick up my wife today. I have nothing to do with you. You can go back."

"But my wife said tonight..."

The husband waved his hand, meaning, don't worry so much, you must listen to me.

At this time, the wife who was exercising on the treadmill not far away heard the sound and turned around. Her expression showed that she was surprised by her husband's sudden arrival.

But he quickly smiled and said, "Why are you here? Wait for me, I still need to exercise for 10 minutes."

"There's no rush. Take your time."

The husband sat down on the sofa and took out his mobile phone to read the news. He smelled a familiar scent of perfume.

He raised his head in surprise and saw a young woman walking in front of him. He knew this woman - she was Xiao Tao, the female secretary of his company.

Xiao Tao glanced at her husband ambiguously and said nothing. Wearing a fitness suit that highlighted her body curves, she walked to the treadmill in the fitness area, next to her wife.

The two women were exercising at the same time in front of their husbands.

The middle-aged wife and the young and energetic Xiao Tao.

Why did Xiao Tao come and what did she want to do? No, I will fire this female secretary in a few days. I must make it clear. It is really annoying.

The husband thought to himself.

The wife suddenly stopped the treadmill, wiped the sweat from her face, and then entered the gym's locker room to take a shower.

My wife was the only one in the locker room at this time.

She walked into the shower area, listened to soothing saxophone music, and turned on the shower.

A woman who came to exercise entered the locker room to change clothes.

One minute later, her scream suddenly came from the locker room: "Ah! Someone is dead! Someone died in the shower area."

I saw my wife lying motionless on the floor of the shower room, and the water from the shower continued to fall on her 40-year-old face.

The camera turns,

At this time, the husband, driver, and Xiao Tao who were outside the locker room and in the gym all had a strange smile on their faces after hearing the news.

In the end - who murdered his wife?

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09:30 in the evening, Xianyu Village, a village house at the foot of the mountain.

This house is very artistically built, with three floors painted in red, yellow and blue colors. The house number is 56.

The lights were on on the second floor, and the water heater in the bathroom showed a temperature of 75 degrees. The faucet slowly poured water into the bathtub, and some rose petals were sprinkled in the bathtub.

There is a lazy sofa and a coffee table in the room. There are some broken tobacco leaves on the coffee table.

There is a workbench on the window sill, and there is a latest fruit desktop computer. Jenny Pan is sitting in front of the computer, typing on the keyboard, and typing the words "The Perfect Murder" finale.

The story about the "gym mystery" just now (the first paragraph at the beginning of this article) is the content of her novel.

She is a well-known suspense writer and is finishing the finale of this novel.

Jenny Pan typed hundreds of words and deleted them all. The most difficult part of reasoning was the part where the truth was revealed.

At this time, there was a doorbell ringing downstairs. Who could it be at such a late hour?

Pan Jenny took out a black stick from under the workbench, which was an electric baton. She stayed vigilant as she lived alone here.

Pan Jenny walked downstairs with the electric baton and came to the door. The doorbell rang again. Pan Jenny looked out through the peephole on the door. There was a man in sportswear standing outside the door.

She breathed a sigh of relief, put the electric baton next to the door, opened the door, and said, "Why are you here?"

"I brought you a midnight snack." Sui Yuan raised the takeout box in his hand and smiled, "Yunji's double breasts."

This is Pan Jenny’s favorite sweet, and Sui Yuan is Pan Jenny’s husband.

The two of them live together in a wealthy area in the center of K city, but sometimes they don't.

Jenny Pan is a writer who needs inspiration for her writing. She feels that living in the city is depressing - and somewhat inconvenient.

So she rented a village house in Xianyu Village. Whenever she was working on a manuscript, Pan Zhenni would come here to be alone.

Sui Yuan took Shuangpi Nai up to the second floor. When he saw the tobacco leaves on the coffee table, he frowned and said, "You still smoke that thing."

"No way." Jenny Pan sat on the beanbag, scratching her head, "The manuscript will be published tomorrow. I have been thinking about it for a long, long time. Hey, stop talking, I'm hungry."

She opened the double-skin milk and ate it sweetly.

Sui Yuan entered the bathroom. The water had already filled the bathtub. When he touched it with his hand, the water was very hot.

He turned off the faucet, walked out of the bathroom and said to Jenny Pan, "You have to be careful when you put the water in. It's too hot. If you want to take a bath, you have to wait for half an hour."

Jenny Pan put the double-skin milk into her mouth with a spoon and ate it without saying a word.

Sui Yuan walked to the window, opened it, and whispered, "Also, do you know if you should smoke less? Open the window and let in more ventilation."

Jenny Pan was obviously fed up. She has been thinking about the novel in her mind and is afraid of being interrupted.

"Then I'm leaving." Sui Yuan sighed and wanted to say, if you can't write it, don't force it.

But this sentence was still swallowed in his stomach. He knew Pan Jenny, a talented female writer, a writer who was most afraid of others saying that she couldn't write anything.

Sui Yuan silently walked downstairs, opened the door, went out, and closed the door tightly.

Although they are a couple, he does not have the key to this house, which is what Pan Zhenni means - this house is her exclusive place.

There was a Toyota nanny car parked on the roadside with the lights on. Sui Yuan got in the car and drove along the path late at night.

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Through the front windshield, you can see tall plane trees on the roadside on the left, and a quiet river in the distance.

On the right side are all the village houses in Xianyu Village. There is one every few dozen meters. Each village house is very beautiful and colorful.

Xianyu Village is close to the river and has beautiful scenery, so the villagers expanded their houses, painted the exterior walls in beautiful colors, and turned them into B&Bs, renting them short-term or long-term to tourists and wealthy people coming to the city for vacation.

At night, this area is quiet.

Sui Yuan held the steering wheel and looked at the electronic time displayed on the center console. The time pointed to 21:45.

Sui Yuan put his hands into the pockets of his sweatshirt...

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The camera turned and returned to the room on the second floor where Pan Jenny was.

She finished the double-skin milk, wiped her mouth, and fell into thinking about the ending of the novel.

"Perfect Murder", this is the proposition of this novel, but how can a murder be perfect?

This is a false proposition.

Whenever a crime occurs, there will be traces. Since there are traces, no matter how small they are, as long as the idea is right, the murderer will be caught.

"Ding bell, ding bell." The doorbell rang again.

Pan Jenny was interrupted from her thoughts and went downstairs with an unhappy look on her face, shouting, "Sui Yuan, did you forget to bring something? Can you please stop interrupting me?"

She thought her husband had forgotten something and turned back again.

Pan Zhenni shouted and opened the door with force, but was suddenly startled.

The person standing outside the door was not her husband Sui Yuan, but a man wearing a black windbreaker. It was unclear whether he was a man or a woman because he was wearing a black motorcycle helmet on his head.

Jenny Pan instinctively wanted to close the door, but the mysterious man wearing a motorcycle helmet pressed his hand hard against the door.

The man's other hand held a bright fruit knife.