"The source of the email can't be found." Zhao Guibi's voice was calm." The IP information shows that it's a proxy server."
"How cautious." Yun Xiangxiang admired the person who designed Zhao Guibi. She had thought through every detail clearly.
"It's okay. I saw the content of the email, so I can naturally lock onto the murderer's location." Zhao Guibi and Yun Xiangxiang were talking. Her eyes were cold as she looked at the restored email.
It was a photo and a car. There was a clear license plate number. Zou Yanan stood behind her and saw it clearly. She said in surprise." This is the car that crashed into the old man."
The old man was referring to Zhao Guibi's grandfather. He had died in a car accident last year. At that time, it was classified as a drunken traffic accident.
