Chapter 42


    I was thrilled. I turned on the Bluetooth, exported all the contacts and their phone numbers from the


    device, imported them into my new phone, then deleted the export record.


    The gallery in this phone was squeaky clean, not a single photo.


    There were just a few friends on his WhatsApp, and most didn''t have any chat history, except for one


    nicknamed AzureEnchantress, who was pinned to the top.


    From the chat history, it seemed they were in frequent touch, but oddly, all I could see were timestamps


    and texts like, "The usual ce, I''ll be thereter," suggesting they mostly arranged to meet and didn''t


    chat much here.


    I checked their meeting schedule, and it seemed they met weekly, although at irregr times.


    Opening AzureEnchantress'' profile revealed nothing.


    I took a screenshot of her WhatsApp profile and saved it on my phone. Then, I zoomed in on her profile


    picture, which was a digital drawing of a blue flower, drawn with refined and graceful strokes. Its


    vibrant, clear blue color was soothing to the eye, probably what people refer to as Klein blue.


    Despite not being able to determine its gender, I guessed that AzureEnchantress must be a woman.


    There was an active group in the WhatsApp directory that caught my eye, named "High-rollers


    Hangout."


    This group was quite conspicuous in the directory, with thousands of unread messages indicating its


    activity.


    I assumed it was a group for up-anding entrepreneurs in Goldenvale Town, but the chat history


    suggested otherwise. It was filled with all sorts of off-color jokes and nonsense — exactly the kind of


    lowbrow humor that Jan would enjoy.


    To my surprise, I found AzureEnchantress in the group, and she was the group admin.


    Curious, I took a screenshot of the group member list.


    The chat history kept increasing, and I didn''t have the patience to keep reading. After a quick scan, I


    exited.


    Disdainfully, I muttered to myself, "What a bunch of rabble!"


    I then opened the text messages and was shocked to see that they were all from various banks. I


    checked one by one, and they were all transaction records.


    A few were forrge sums of money, and I didn''t understand where the money was going. The


    receiver''s address was in a foreignnguage, so I quickly took a screenshot.


    Could it be a foreign bank?


    What was strange was the infrequency of iing transactions. Most were outgoing, and the ount


    bnce was always quite low after each transaction.


    This didn''t make sense. Why were there so many outgoing transactions and so few iing ones?


    My heart began to race. A sense of impending doom washed over me.


    I checked the other apps, but there was nothing valuable, so I quickly turned off the phone and put it


    back where I found it.


    I then meticulously searched the car again, even looking under the seats, but couldn''t find the


    documents Daniel had given him. They must have been taken to his study.


    I rushed out of the car and back up to the house, heading straight for the study.


    I was confident they wouldn''t wake up anytime soon.


    There were no new documents on the desk.


    I looked for his keys, thinking that if the documents were important to him, he would have locked them


    up.


    The hiddenpartment in the statue was empty, and the keys were nowhere to be found. I regretted


    not checking the drawers when the power was out.


    I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and thought about all the ces he could have put the keys.


    I couldn''t think of any other ces. Had he not left them at home?


    But if he brought the documents home and they weren''t in the car, they had to be in the study, and the


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    keys would naturally be in the house.


    But I had checked all the possible ces. Where could he have put such arge set of keys...?


    Suddenly, a light bulb went off in my head. Arge set of keys...


    I rushed to the desk, grabbed the pen holder, and dumped everything out onto the table. Finally, a


    small golden key clinked onto the surface.


    Bingo!


    I grabbed the key, walked around the desk, and headed for the second drawer on the right. I inserted


    the key, turned it, and the drawer opened.