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Asked the sub-inspector. "Everything's wrong with this case." "What's it sir?" "I thought this murder is a simple case. But it holds a very dangerous and mysterious conspiracy behind it, as I know who must have done this. This is not a normal murder it's a huge setup," he says. ~~ Dev ~

"Page 18, word 15." I turned over to page 18 and mentally counted the number in my head. There were five heads all crowded together to get a glance at the last word. The last term and the clue would be solved, we would know who the murderer is, the drug dealer, the one who may or may not have burned my father, the one who created havoc in our lives. "Butler." I breathed out. Everyone took a step back, eyebrows furrowing. "The killer is a am butler?" Liam asked confusedly. "That doesn't make any sense."

Mentioning this case, Mu Zi's eyes converged on her smile, "He treats killing as a kind of enjoyment, a kind of entertainment, not only meticulously preparing each step, but also wandering and lingering for a long time after the murder, scrubbing all the fingerprints and footprints, leaving no traces of his own life behind, so it can be seen that the murderer is meticulous, calm, and pursues perfection." Yu Yang was a bit surprised, he didn't expect Mu Zi to know so much about the case, but when this case came to light, the media was all over the place, and the police department's files were dug up by reporters, it didn't seem strange that Mu Zi knew some inside information. Jiang Chen inter

There was this connection that had multiple layers of sequences that could distort one's brain by merely trying to fix the puzzle. It was like in the movie 'Knives Out!'. There was a hole inside another hole. Edmond, Kristien, the rich man, the deaths of these few people like Mr. Winston, the kidnap of Beatrix, Colton and Blake, the deaths of those few people in the bridge, and the attack in the inauguration. Many things just didn't seem right. Jameson knew that his ex-boss Colton and his father Blake were actual murderers and played a major part in this case, but there was something bigger, someone bigger who was intent in causing bigger harm in the city.

Ava I was relaxing in my office going through some files when the news caught my attention "It was reported this early morning that Xavier Morrison one of the important businessmen in New York was murdered in cold blood this morning with his secret girlfriend, the murderer remains unknown as the police are at the crime scene carrying out an investigation" I groaned in anger and turned off the news, boiling in fury. How dare that motherfucker die when I've not even carried out my revenge on him, after all he did is this the best way to die?

I said quietly, “what’s Bruno’s real reason for sending you here?” He looked at me like I’d asked the dumbest question in the world. “To kill Gerrard. That’s always been the plan.” The words filled the air like smoke—heavy, dangerous, impossible to ignore. I didn’t answer. What could I say? He was right. That had always been Bruno’s plan. Even if I tried to pretend otherwise. Murphy pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a long drag like he had nowhere to be. “You know you’ve got that look,” he said. “The innocent face. Quiet voice. Soft smile. You’re the kind of woman no one suspects. Bruno was smart to use you.”

Jenkins, the owner of the quaint bookshop where she had spent countless hours browsing through shelves and seeking advice on rare books. "Mrs. Jenkins?" Emma's voice trembled with confusion and a hint of betrayal. "But why? You're...you're the one who's been helping us." Mrs. Jenkins' smile grew wider, her eyes glinting with a sinister light. "Oh, Emma, dear Emma. You've been so blind. I've been playing a role, just like everyone else in this game. And you, my dear, are one of the most intriguing pieces on the board." Julian's eyes narrowed, his hand instinctively reaching for his gun. "You're the one who's been behind the organization? But why? What's your endgame?"

"You just threatened to kill me." "And I will again." He reached into his jacket and pulled out another knife, this one longer and more wicked looking than the dagger I'd melted. The blade caught the light streaming through the windows, sharp enough to cut shadows. "The question is whether you're going to melt this one too, or if that little trick was a one-time thing." My heart hammered against my ribs. "I don't know how that happened." "Then we'll find out together." He stood up slowly, the knife held loosely in his grip. Not threatening yet, but ready. "Because either you're telling the truth about being some kind of resurrection victim, or you're the most dangerous enemy I've ever let in

A month later, the police informed me that the case was fully resolved. Adam–driven to despair after being rejected by the woman he idolized– confessed to everything. As it turned out, the moment he learned about our booking at the countryside guesthouse, he began planning the entire crime. He murdered the village doctor in cold blood, dismembered the body, packed it into a suitcase, and placed it in my car. He even hired a salon girl to pose as his lover, feeding her a script to follow. Afterward, he paid her a large sum and sent her out of the province.

Detective Harry Macmillan was in an office at Scotland Yard, who had taken an oath herself, to find the murderer of Willemina Winchester; she was analyzing some papers, they were the notes on how the body had been found, with a couple of holes in the neck, some of the funeral service agents and others said with fear; "It must be a vampire", "or some demonic being", those were the rumors that ran through the streets of the city, in the other bodies that had been found the marks were the same, he had his fountain pen between his lips and his nose, he thoughtfully read each one of those notes.