Chapter 82: Chapter 82
Lewis Horton took a step forward, intending to enter first.
But Kiera Olsen didn’t wait for him to speak; she had already quietly pushed the door open.
She didn’t trust her uncle very much, fearing he had set so kind of trap to threaten or tempt her, so she was very cautious at this mont.
The room was pitch dark; the lights were off.
Kiera Olsen slowly walked in and, just as she entered, saw a shadow charging straight at her: “My dear niece, if you don’t give money today, don’t think about leaving!”
This threatening tone…
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Kiera Olsen narrowed her eyes, let out a cold laugh, and kicked the person fiercely, sending them flying.
“Bang!”
The figure fell to the ground.
Hearing the noise, Lewis Horton quickly pushed the door open and anxiously asked, “Are you okay?” due to the darkness and not knowing what had happened.
“I’m fine.”
As these words fell, Tom Davis, following behind them, took out a powerful flashlight and shone it towards Kiera Olsen’s direction, illuminating half the room as if it were daylight.
While Kiera Olsen remained alert for any more movents from Finley Hill behind her, she glanced at Lewis Horton and noticed his pupils shrink, his jaw tense as he stared intently behind her!!
Kiera Olsen frowned, puzzled, and turned around.
Lewis Horton instinctively took a step forward, trying to block her line of sight.
But Kiera Olsen shook her head slightly, avoiding his protection, and looked fixedly…
The next mont, she froze on the spot!
Finley Hill was lying on the ground, face up, his eyes wide open, body twitching slightly. A rusty steel bar had pierced straight through his chest from behind!
His clothes were stained with blood, looking extrely horrifying!
Kiera Olsen’s heart sank slightly, and she hurried forward to check.
Just then, an impatient voice ca from outside the door, “Dad, I’m here.”
Subsequently, a man in his twenties who looked sowhat like Finley Hill rushed in.
Kiera Olsen knew him; he was Finley Hill’s son, Connor Hill!
He was a year younger than Isla Olsen and Kiera Olsen, currently studying at Oceanion University.
Finley Hill had once asked Kiera Olsen for tuition fees boasting about his son getting into university, but she hadn’t given him anything.
Because she knew, even if she gave it, it would just go to his gambling.
Having such a father made Connor Hill quite gloomy and not very sociable. He didn’t get along well with his family.
Now, he was full of anger: “I borrowed twenty thousand from a classmate, I don’t have any more. If you push further, I’ll go abroad and never take care of you… Dad?!”
He saw Finley Hill and was shocked, dropping the bag he was holding. The twenty thousand spilled out…
He rushed to Finley Hill’s side, his fingers trembling as he touched his nostril…
The next mont, he jerked back, crouching on the ground. Then, he turned to look at Kiera Olsen, panicked: “You… did you kill him?!”
He fumbled on the ground for his phone, his hands shaking as he dialed 110: “Hello, I need to report a murder; my dad’s been killed!”…
The police arrived quickly, and they found the power switch for the abandoned building, turning it on and illuminating the entire building.
Kiera Olsen and the other three were now under police interrogation.
Connor Hill’s eyes were slightly red, but he did not cry, his expression seed to carry a sense of relief, “My dad sent a ssage, asking to gather five million for him, otherwise, he was going to be beaten to death. But I haven’t started working yet, where could I borrow that kind of money for him?”
“I managed to gather twenty thousand from classmates, thinking to help him out in an ergency…”
“But when I got there, I found my dad already dead! So I called the police.”
Tom Davis was also making a statent, “I ca with the boss to drop off Miss Olsen, she had arranged to et this person here, and since the building was dark inside, we ca over. Miss Olsen entered first, then the boss and I heard sounds of a scuffle inside. Fearing Miss Olsen might be at a disadvantage, we entered… I turned on a flashlight and saw him lying there…”
The police asked, “Before you entered the room, was he alive or dead?”
Upon hearing this, Tom Davis involuntarily looked at Keira Olsen with a guilty conscience.
The police officer spoke sternly, “Giving false testimony is a cri.”
Tom Davis still did not speak.
Lewis Horton, however, spoke up, “Before entering the door, Miss Olsen knocked, and a man’s voice ca from inside, saying to co in.”
The police asked, “Was it the voice of the deceased?”
Lewis Horton replied realistically, “I don’t know him.”
Finally, the police turned to Keira Olsen, “Miss Olsen, was the voice you heard that of the deceased? What exactly happened!”
“It was his voice.” Keira Olsen’s gaze lingered contemplatively on Finley Hill’s corpse. She slowly said, “After I entered, I heard him threatening and lunging at . Instinctively, I kicked him away, and then it turned out like this.”
Before the police could speak, Connor Hill clenched his fists imdiately, “So, you didn’t do it on purpose? Was it manslaughter in self-defense?”
Keira Olsen replied calmly, “I don’t know.”
The police were puzzled, “What don’t you know?”
Before Keira Olsen could respond, Lewis Horton said, “The room was very dark, and Miss Olsen rely kicked the person away. How he actually died is not clear.”
Lewis Horton looked at her, “Miss Olsen, please think back carefully, did you hear the sound of a weapon entering a body, a blade penetrating? Did you hear his screams?”
During the ti the police were there, Keira Olsen had been repeatedly recalling every detail of what had just happened.
So upon hearing his question, she shook her head directly, “No.”
Connor Hill was stunned, “What do you an by that?”
Keira Olsen looked at the police, her tone resolute, “It wasn’t who killed him.”
The police officer was slightly taken aback.
Ordinary girls witnessing a murder scene would have been scared sick by now, but this woman not only maintained a stoic face, she could also speak so logically about it, which was impressive.
He said directly, “We have recorded all the evidence at the scene, and everything you just said. Miss Olsen, you’re currently the pri suspect for murder. Please stay here until the dical examiner arrives, examines the corpse, and unless new evidence erges, only then will you be allowed to leave.”
Keira Olsen nodded, “Okay.”
She and Lewis Horton also started searching for clues around them.
Inside the dilapidated factory building, there was dust everywhere. Since Finley Hill had been hiding there for a day, he had touched many things, and traces of his movents were everywhere, making it difficult to discern anything at first glance.
Just then, a forensic officer said, “His phone, it’s unlocked!”
Keira Olsen imdiately looked over, but saw the police officer walk over, took the cell phone, and began scrolling through the chat history and call logs.
He seed to have tapped randomly, entering a voice mo.
Then, his eyes lit up, “Just an hour ago, he stored a voice ssage!”
After saying this, the officer played the voice note, and Finley Hill’s voice ca from the phone, “My dear niece, that secret…”
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