Chapter 659: 219: The First Suspect (Second Update)
Jas lay in a pool of blood, his eyes wide open, staring right at Edward Thompson.
Utterly chilling.
Like a vengeful ghost demanding payback.
At this mont.
Edward’s breathing beca heavier, his scalp tingling, and terror spread throughout his entire body.
“Ahh!”
Edward scread and collapsed on the floor, panting heavily, his chest heaving with fear as he tightly closed his eyes.
Don’t even ntion Edward used to be an actor.
Even a doctor who has seen life and death would probably be scared out of their wits when faced with this scene.
It must be a hallucination.
Edward tried to calm himself down. He opened his eyes again and gasped for air. He looked at the floor once more, but the sight remained unchanged.
He was still terrified, but Edward was much calr now.
Seeing that Jas still had his eyes open, Edward thought he was not dead yet, so he reached out to push Jas, “Hey, wake up.”
Jas, lying in the pool of blood, showed no response.
Edward swallowed hard, and a cold sweat dripped from his forehead onto the floor. He stretched out his trembling right hand and checked for breath by Jas’s nose.
He quickly pulled his hand back afterward.
Dead.
Jas was really dead.
What on earth was going on?
In an instant, Edward’s heart went out of control again.
Although he hated Jas and hoped Sylvia could get rid of this problem sooner, he beca panic-stricken when Jas really died in front of him.
What should I do now!
What am I supposed to do?
Overwhelming fear left Edward’s mind blank.
Just then, he thought of calling the police.
Yes.
Call the police right away.
With that thought, Edward imdiately went to find his phone, which had fallen next to the kitchen knife during his panic. Fortunately, the light was still on.
Edward grabbed his phone, but by now, the screen was covered in blood. Without worrying about anything else, he wiped the blood on his clothes and tremblingly dialed 110.
But halfway through his call, it was as if Edward suddenly rembered sothing and stopped.
If he called now, what if he was mistaken for the murderer?
No.
He couldn’t take that risk.
But what should he do if he didn’t call?
He was the first one to discover the cri scene, and even if he didn’t call now, how would he explain himself when the police investigated later?
After pondering for a while, Edward still dialed the police.
Within ten minutes, the police arrived at the scene, and the power supply was urgently restored.
At the scene, Edward was covered in blood.
The police took photos and sealed off the cri scene before taking Edward to the police station.
“What is your relationship with the deceased?”
Edward had not fully recovered yet, sitting listlessly and covered in blood on the chair, “I… ”
For a mont, he didn’t even know how to describe his relationship with Jas. “I have n-nothing to do with him, b-but his daughter is my sister. However, w-we have no blood relations.”
“How did you discover the deceased? And why did you appear in Room 3015?”
Edward was the first person to discover the body and naturally beca the number one suspect.
Edward continued, “Our neighborhood had a power outage tonight, so I went out to have a late-night snack with my sister. Before we left the neighborhood, my sister suddenly rembered she had forgotten her bag. So I ca to get her bag for her. I had to climb the stairs because of the power outage, and as soon as I entered the room, I knew sothing was wrong. But I didn”t expect him to die here! He was already dead when I arrived. Officer, I had nothing to do with this!”
Edward was also devastated, unable to understand how he got involved in this situation.
At this point, Edward seed to suddenly rember sothing, “Oh, right! My sister, Sylvia Thompson, can vouch for . If you don’t believe , you can ask her!”
Fortunately.
Fortunately, he still had Sylvia. Edward felt relieved at this thought.
Hearing this, the interrogating officer looked at the person next to him, “Xiao Sun, bring her in.”
“Okay.” Xiao Sun nodded.
Xiao Sun went out and soon brought Sylvia in.
Upon seeing Sylvia, Edward beca very agitated and imdiately stood up from the interrogation table, “Sylvia!”
“Little brother,” Sylvia looked at Edward, her face anxious, “What the hell is going on?”
“I don’t know, I just walked in and…”
“Edward Thompson, quiet.” The officer cut him off, then turned to Sylvia, “Sylvia Thompson, right?”
“Yes.” Sylvia nodded.
“Age.”
“Eighteen.”
Officer Blogger continued, “What’s your relationship with Edward Thompson?”
“He’s my brother,” Sylvia replied.
Officer Blogger continued, “Where were you tonight between 7 p.m. and 10 p.m.? And why was Edward Thompson in your house?”
“Our neighborhood had a power outage tonight, so I went out to have dinner with my friend. As for my brother…” Sylvia turned to Edward and asked with teary eyes, “Little brother, why were you at my house?”
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