At No. 4 West Forest Street
By the ti Nina reached the villa, it was seven o'clock in the morning.
Today, it was foggy outside. Nina made her way through the fog. She passed through the small garden and arrived at the front door.
Tom was waiting for her there. He walked up to Nina and followed her inside. He gave his report as they walked in. "Ms. Lu, when Captain Noah went off work, he passed by and knocked on the door. There was no answer so he barged in. That was when he found his aunt's body. The blood's dry, and there's no sign of a struggle. It looks like a suicide. She left a will and two letters on the tea table."
He paused for a mont. "But Captain Noah doesn't think it's a suicide. He ordered to leave the house alone."
Nina listened carefully to Tom's report, but her head was buzzing. Her thoughts were a ss and she couldn't think straight.
Nina quickened her pace.
As soon as she stepped into the living room, she
stopped crying. He stared at his aunt with his red, swollen eyes, and glanced at the table. His interest had been piqued by the papers there.
"Aunt Kristina didn't commit suicide. That was not like her at all." Noah turned around and shook Nina. "Nina, Aunt Kristina couldn't have committed suicide."
He pointed at the fruit knife she held, and said, "She didn't like pain. Wherever she got hurt, even a tiny scrape, she'd cry for a long ti. She was so afraid of pain, why would use a fruit knife to kill herself?"
Noah was animated now. His rough treatnt hurt Nina, but this pain was not as bad as losing Kristina. She looked up at Noah. She could see a trace of the detective in him again.
He was forcing himself to calm down.
"You know this, right, Nini?" He paused for a mont, and seed much less vital. "I gotta find the murderer."
"Nini..." Noah kept calling Nina's na. It seed to be the only thing that made him feel better.
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