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My mind was in chaos, thoughts swirling like a kite with a broken string, swaying uncertainly in the strong wind.
"Miss, do you need to see any other surveillance footage?" The security guard's voice pulled me back to reality.
I took a deep breath, trying to suppress my shock and confusion, and calmly asked, "How long is the hotel's surveillance footage typically kept?"
The security guard thought for a moment and replied, "Generally, it's kept for three months."
"Is it possible to view footage from earlier, say six months or a year ago?" I pressed on, keeping my tone as steady as possible.
The guard shook his head. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but we don't have the authority to access that unless..."
He paused and lowered his voice. "Unless there are retrieval procedures from the Public Security Organs."
I understood what he meant; it seemed nearly impossible to find more clues through the hotel's surveillance footage. However, I didn't show any signs of disappointment and instead followed up on his statement. "If I want to report this to the police, what evidence would I need to provide?"
Seeing my serious expression, the guard no longer held back. "Ma'am, if you suspect your husband encountered something unfortunate at the hotel, you can provide relevant evidence to the police, such as hotel check-in records and consumption records. Of course, if you have stronger evidence like eyewitnesses or other leads, that would be even better."
I nodded in understanding.
"Then... do you have any other information about the lady who dined with my husband last night? Like her name or contact details?" I asked tentatively, though I didn't hold out much hope.
As expected, the guard awkwardly shook his head. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but we really don't have that information."
I suppressed my disappointment and thanked him again before leaving the security room.
Stepping out of the hotel, I took out my phone and scrolled through Lin Jiajia's WeChat Moments.
The last post was from five years ago, a photo of her and friends vacationing by the sea. In the picture, she wore a radiant smile, full of youthful energy.
It had been five years without a word from her, as if she had evaporated from the world.
Could it really be her?
But how could there be anything between her and Xin Zhiyuan…?
Countless questions swirled in my mind like a tangled mess, leaving me confused.
I tightened my grip on the phone, silently vowing: I must uncover the truth behind all this!
I opened my phone's contacts and searched for "Lin Jiajia," only to realize I didn't have her contact information at all. Five years ago, we were both using old flip phones, and after switching to smartphones, we lost touch for various reasons.
I tugged at my hair, trying hard to recall any information that might be related to her. Right! Social media accounts! Five years ago, we had added each other on social media.
I opened that familiar app and typed in Lin Jiajia's name, but a long list of accounts with the same name popped up. I patiently checked each profile picture and bio, hoping to find a hint of familiarity.
As time ticked away, my hope gradually faded. Just when I was about to give up, a familiar profile picture suddenly caught my eye. It was a selfie with a cat headband; although edited, I recognized her at once—Lin Jiajia!
Excitedly, I clicked on her profile, only to find it was a newly registered account with just one post dated three days ago. It was a scenic photo featuring a vast blue ocean and distant rolling hills—a breathtaking view.
There were no captions, no locations, just a string of simple emojis. I sighed in disappointment, ready to exit her profile, when I inadvertently caught sight of a small mark in the lower right corner of the photo—“S.Z.”
The mark looked unfamiliar, seemingly a logo from some brand, but I was certain it was not Lin Jiajia's style. She had always disliked adding any watermarks or marks to her photos.
Could it be… Xin Zhiyuan?
My heart sank suddenly as a terrifying thought surged into my mind.
I immediately opened Xin Zhiyuan's phone gallery, searching through all the photos related to the sea. Soon, I found that familiar landscape photo in a folder named “Travel.”
The angle and composition of the photo were exactly the same as the one on Lin Jiajia's profile, except it lacked that strange mark.
My hands began to tremble slightly, a chill running from my feet to the top of my head. What was going on? Why did Xin Zhiyuan secretly save Lin Jiajia's photos? Could it be… that there was indeed some hidden secret between them?
I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down. I clicked on that photo and zoomed in on the mark in the lower right corner, carefully deciphering the letters.
“S.Z”…
S.Z…
Wait!
A thought suddenly flashed through my mind—Xin Zhiyuan… English name… Simon…
S.Z!
This was clearly the abbreviation for Xin Zhiyuan's English name!
Why did he mark his name on the photo of Lin Jiajia? And why did he deliberately avoid my gaze?
Could it be...
I dared not think further, as a strong sense of unease and fear enveloped me tightly.
I trembled as I dialed Xin Zhiyuan's number. His weak voice came through the line: "Hello, Qingqing..."
"Xin Zhiyuan!" I held back my inner fury and questioned him word by word, "What is your relationship with Lin Jiajia?"
There was suddenly silence on the other end, only the sound of faint breathing.
"Speak! Why aren't you saying anything?" My tone grew more agitated, and tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. "Didn't you say before that you didn't know her at all?"
"Qingqing, listen to me..." Xin Zhiyuan's voice sounded very tired, as if he had something difficult to say.
"I don't want to hear your explanation!" I interrupted him, my voice trembling. "You know what you've done!"
I forcefully hung up the phone and threw it aside, letting my tears flow freely.
The room was silent, with only my sobs echoing in the empty space.
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