Purple Summers felt that the black rose was like a warning, as well as a provocation.
Whoever the other party was, their purpose was definitely not simple.
After pondering for a long time, she made a call to Allen Rivera, who was far away in Clearwater City.
"How is the person who imitated the Black Rose last time doing now?" Purple Summers asked.
Allan Rivera was slightly stunned, "Still in prison, waiting for execution. Why are you suddenly asking about this?"
Purple Summers did not immediately answer him but instead asked, "Any new developments in the Black Rose case?"
"No, too much time has passed, and many clues have expired. Unless the perpetrator commits another crime, it will be very difficult to continue the investigation." Allen Rivera furrowed his brow, feeling that Purple Summers's call was peculiar. "What's up, do you have any leads on your end?"
