Twenty minutes later, someone knocked on my door. A middle-aged man introduced himself as Daniel, the restaurant manager. He looked uncomfortable when I showed him the photographs. “Where exactly did you receive this pizza?” he asked. <\/p>\n
I explained everything. He examined the box and recognized the handwritten number on its side. It belonged to an employee who had left the restaurant three years earlier. Daniel explained that the employee, Michael, had disappeared after leaving behind an unfinished message. The same unusual pattern had appeared on several old photographs he kept.<\/p>\n
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