Chapter 1611: Chapter 1611
Aria Jackson tried her best to focus on work, with subordinates around her, the atmosphere was still normal.
“Three months ago…” Hudson Chester answered, his expression seed sowhat difficult to speak.
The group entered the elevator, Hudson pressed the floor button and said in a low voice, “Three months ago, one of my patients jumped off the hospital and committed suicide, later I dread of her from ti to ti, sotis by the window, sotis by the bed… She was right in my house, it felt so real. I suspected it wasn’t a dream, but a hallucination. However, the strange occurrences at ho have been increasing recently.”
After Hudson finished speaking, he instinctively glanced at Aria.
When he said these things out loud, even he himself felt they were absurd and ridiculous, not knowing how others would view him upon hearing them.
Aria’s expression was very calm, and she asked him, “Are you sure it was suicide?”
“Yes.” Hudson nodded, “The police checked the surveillance, it was indeed a self-jump, there were no signs of coercion or victimization.”
The elevator door opened, Hudson took out the key and walked out of the elevator, Aria asked, “Is your door lock only operable with a key?”
“There is an electronic password, but the password must be changed periodically, otherwise, using it for a long ti poses a security risk, so I’ve always used traditional keys.”
Aria looked around the environnt, she had seen a surveillance cara when exiting the elevator, but after the turn, she didn’t spot any surveillance caras in the corridor.
Upon reaching Hudson’s door, she noticed that Hudson took a deep breath, thinking to herself: This person has pretty good psychological resilience, anyone else who had been encountering ghosts continuously for three months would probably be scared into schizophrenia, right?
They followed Hudson inside, everything appeared normal at first glance, nothing seed particularly unusual.
“Last week when I got ho, I found a woman’s lipstick mark on a cup,” Hudson said, “The day before yesterday, I found the clothes hanging on the balcony were brought inside, neatly folded and placed in the closet.”
“Did a snail lady co to your house?” a policeman joked.
“Pfft!” Aria couldn’t help but laugh.
Hudson was silent for a mont, and then he said expressionlessly, “If such things happened to oneself, it wouldn’t be funny.”
Aria: “…”
The air fell silent for two seconds.
“Ahem, ahem.” Aria coughed a few tis, “Well… they’re just trying to lighten the mood, don’t take it to heart.”
Hudson remained silent.
Aria changed the subject: “By the way, where’s the cup with the lipstick mark? If we can extract the lip print, we might find so clues.”
“I threw it away.” Hudson said, “Sorry, I’m a bit of a clean freak… I threw the cup away imdiately, the bed sheets and pillowcases were all replaced with new ones too.”
“Ah! Boss!” another policeman shouted at the bathroom door, “Look over here!”
The people in the living room were startled, and imdiately went to the bathroom upon hearing the voice.
At the entrance, there was a large glass mirror, and on the mirror were three distinct bright red words: “I——Love——You——”
Hudson’s face imdiately turned as if he had swallowed a fly, looking ugly.
Aria was also a bit disgusted, getting goosebumps.
If the writing had been “I hate you,” maybe the effect wouldn’t be as strong.
Aria reached out to touch it, her fingertip stained a little with red, and she gently sniffed it near her nose, “It’s lipstick.”
“There are wet marks around the sink, and the towel is also wet,” said a subordinate.
“She wrote here, washed her hands, and used the towel,” Aria frowned and instructed, “Bobby, extract the fingerprints from the faucet. Lionel, go check the bedroom, see if there are any other abnormal areas.”
After she finished speaking, Hudson couldn’t help but ask, “If the other party is a ghost, could it leave fingerprints?”
Aria looked at him peculiarly, “Why would you think the other party is a ghost?… Three months ago, that girl who died?”
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