"Who do you think bought this house, Aland?"
Aland sniggered. Hearing the name of the man Mr Wick mentioned, he had no answer."I think it's probably just an unlucky person, Mr Smith. I mean, not unlucky to buy this house, just maybe because he wanted to get married and bought this house with his bride. But I don't think they actually got married.""Something happened before the wedding, you mean?" asked Smith curiously. Being almost forty-five years old made Smith think hard. Especially when he saw Duke's belongings that had never even been put away. "I think this still belongs to Duke. It has his initials on it.""He would write his initials on each of his belongings?" asked Aland with concern.Not without reason, he saw for himself that there were many items that had the letters DS written on the bottom right corner. He glanced at Will Smith, who was busy unpacking some files in a bookcase at the end of the room."Yes. I used to hate it when I saw him writ"Holy shit! How could I think it was Duke's body?" Will Smith said indecisively. He massaged his temples lightly because he was dizzy.Aland, who had followed him to the basement, could only let out a long sigh. He patted Will Smith's shoulder anxiously before finally approaching a bed table with a bolster on it."I guess he has a strange habit, too. Sleeping in the basement?"Will shook his head slowly. He couldn't even say anything more about the long-disappeared Duke. "Last time, he just liked to be alone in the basement."Aland squatted down slowly, looking at the bed that looked worn out. He looked under the bed while squinting at the illumination from his phone light."Look at this, Mr Smith. There's a safe here. Even the key is still hanging here."Quickly, Aland brought the old safe out from under the bed and lifted it onto the table. He invited Will Smith to open it.Without hesitation, Smith opened the safe quickly. Unfortunately, the safe was s
Jill gaped in disbelief. Her breathing suddenly became laboured before she took a step back while rubbing her chest. Her eyes closed softly before she collapsed with a fit of laughter."Damn it! That girl! That damn girl actually told everyone! What bullshit are you really trying to show by telling everyone about us, Lia?"Camellia in the side prison could only remain silent. Her eyes dripped slowly, before being roughly wiped away."I don't even know the court judgement Arthur was talking about, mum."Arthur fell silent, swallowing hard as he heard Lia's defence that had inadvertently cornered him. He backed away, then sat on the cold metal bed with his legs crossed and swung under the bed."Stop fooling me, Lia! How could Arthur steal it if you, who gave him the key, didn't even know anything, huh? Tell me! What else do you know? Tell me! Who else are you bragging about this too, huh?"Raising her voice slightly, Lia replied firmly. "I told you I never knew
"You know him?" asked Smith. He flipped the business card in his hand. It was true. The name Aland had mentioned was written on it, along with Lark's old phone number. "I'll call him."Aland immediately shook his head slowly and took a deep breath."Maybe you forgot. But Lark Brown is dead. He was trying to burn down the dry wood building behind the factory. So I tried to stop him."Will Smith closed his eyes, nodded and handed the business card back to Wick, who was staring at it quizzically."And we won't know why Mr Brown is here if we can't meet him."Wick closed his eyes, trying to remember where he saw Mr Brown's name. Then he rose slowly, heading for his bookkeeping cabinet at the far end of the room."I think I've seen that name, Mr Smith. Please gimme a moment."As he continued to leaf through his dull old books, his old mouth continued to use Brown's name. "Lark Brown."Aland also got up and gave Wick his seat, so that the old man would not
"I think this time is my luck, mum. I will consider you both for my apology game for knowing your past."While giving a guiltless statement, Arthur continued to laugh and wave, even though his hands were tightly cuffed.Jill spat quickly. She looked away as Arthur continued to stare at her pleadingly. Damn it, she couldn't stop hoping that her son-in-law could get her out of prison, even if it meant swallowing her pride."Tell me the truth, Lia. When did he steal that document?"Lia was silent. She had been silent for a long time as she prayed for repentance. Not only that, she also hoped to be reunited with her dad, Norman Cavill, who was trapped in a prison for the insane."If I say so, can you also repent for me? Just think, this is all just the result of your cunning all this time. Think of it as your penance before you leave this world."Jill laughed out loud. She even chuckled as she approached the dividing wall between her cell and Camellia's."Are
"Could you contact Cobb, I mean Aland, Mr Benedict? There's something I need to tell him."John, who was busy stuffing a few strands of Lia's hair into a small zipper bag, only glanced over his shoulder.He squinted before finally writing something down in the folder provided. Then he glanced at the police officer in the corner of the room."I'm just here to take samples of the Fischer family, Mrs Fischer. Arthur, his wife, also his mum in-laws. Anyway, before my contract ends, I need to make sure you all stay in good health. So I'm sorry if I can't give you my phone for your use."Camellia was speechless. Although her face was still battered by Jill's beating yesterday, she could still smile. "Thank you, Mr Benedict."John scribbled something on a blank paper again, then handed it to Lia across the table."Please write down your medical history and any medication you have taken."Lia reached for the paper, as well as the pen. Her eyes blinked rapidly as
"I have sent all the samples that might be needed to the address you provided, Mr Fischer. I hope my efforts this time will help you."Aland nodded slowly. He rubbed his jaw before finally thanking the long-serving family doctor Fischer."As my thanks, Mr Benedict. I'll give you another contract. Pete will take care of everything as soon as possible."After this, Aland was about to disconnect the call when Benedict interrupted first."Can we talk a little longer, Mr Fischer?"Aland frowned softly. He quickly pulled over on the street, which was quite busy."I am on my way, Mr Benedict. But if you think it's important that I know, then you can talk to me right now."John Benedict swallowed hard. But he couldn't do much. As per Lia's request, he only wanted to convey the message left by Arthur's wife to Aland."When I examined Arthur's wife Camellia, she left this message, Mr Fischer. I don't know if it's important to you right now or not."Hearing
Before long, Jill, Arthur, and Camellia's cases had gone to court. There was nothing that could make the trio's sentences less than their good behaviour. Unfortunately, Jill, who had received a report on the Duke's death, flatly rejected the accusations made by the prosecutor."That case was a long time ago! How could they accuse me without evidence? I'm the victim! Why am I the accused now?"The chief judge tapped his hammer lightly. His hand stretched out in a sign to ask everyone present and starting to mutter to be quiet.The prosecutor immediately brought out a picture as the most up-to-date evidence there was. Right on the drum in front of the house, which was now overgrown with grass."The evidence is here. This drum. There is no signature of the house owner's initials. But a ring was found with his initials, DS. As if this drum doesn't want to lose what really happened. Meanwhile, in the victim's room, the witness found another large ring with the name Sophie. Which revealed t
Dores changed the image shown by the projector in front of the crowd again. The outside of the drum was filled with root holes."We also thought so before. But who would have thought that the victim's large body was trapped so that he couldn't get out of there? The position of the roots coming out of this drum, they are all aligned. It's as if these roots were made to hold Duke's body out."The judge confirmed again. He nodded in confirmation and started pointing at Jill, who raised her hands in front of her."The roots of such a small plant can be directly damaged by the victim, Judge. How is it possible that it would have trapped the victim?"The prosecutor nodded and confirmed. But the next second left Jill gaping in disbelief as he changed the picture once more time."You're right, Ms Sophie. It's just that what concerns us is not the roots of the plant. It's the difference in the size of the roots from inside the drum and outside. There is a suspiciously significant difference. N