The room before Kieran's eyes was neat and tidy.
Other than the bloodstains on the floor, it did not look like a crime scene at all.
"Why is it so neat?
"None of the neighbors heard any screams or fighting sounds!"
This might not be the primary crime scene! "
Kieran came to this conclusion as he checked his surroundings.
He then searched for more evidence to support his theory.
"Muntle's body was covered in knife wounds. In order to inflict such wounds, the attacker would have had to move around Muntle.
Muntle would not have just taken the knife without knowing how to dodge.
Judging from the layout of the house, it would not have been possible! "
Kieran sized up the layout of the room and the living room, and he was even more certain of his speculation.
The house would not be crowded if only one person lived in it.
Two or one more would have been fine.
However, it would not have been enough for a fight to the death in the house.
Dak, Dak!
Schmidt pushed the door open and entered the house after shaking off the reporters.
"How is it?"
Schmidt asked impatiently.
"This is not the primary crime scene!"
Kieran said.
"Not the primary crime scene?
But according to the forensics, Louver must have been hiding behind the door and gave Muntle the fatal blow! "
Schmidt frowned.
He even demonstrated it on the spot.
Kieran watched as Schmidt walked behind the door, pretended to open it, and stabbed Muntle with the knife. Kieran could not help but shake his head.
"Even if Muntle was killed with a single blow, his throat was not slit, so he should have at least screamed in pain.
Besides, if this was the primary crime scene, it was too clean!
Of course, you would say that Louver cleaned the scene!
But if he did clean the scene... How could Louver have left fingerprints? "
Kieran asked.
Facing Qin Ye's question, Schmidt's brows furrowed even tighter.
He could not answer.
Still, he had a lot of questions in his mind.
"If this is not the primary crime scene, then where is it?
Also, why would Louver move Munter back to his house? "
It doesn't make sense! "
Schmidt looked at Kieran in confusion, hoping to get an answer.
"Let's make a hypothesis. Let's say that Muntle was the one who kidnapped Louver and imprisoned him in an unknown place for ten years!"
"What will Louver do once he's free?"
Kieran made a hypothesis.
"Revenge!"
Schmidt said without hesitation.
"And then?"
Kieran continued to ask.
"Go home!"
Schmidt continued.
The moment the words left his mouth, Schmidt was stunned.
"You're saying Rock killed Mundt? But he wasn't willing to leave Muntle in that unknown place! "
"Because he was filled with disgust and fear for that place!"
"That's why he brought Muntle back …"
"No, no!"
Schmidt said instinctively before shaking his head.
"If I were Louver, I'd make sure Muntle suffered the same pain that I've suffered!"
"Even if Muntle is dead, I will let him rot in the dirt!"
Schmidt said directly.
"That's not something a chief officer should say!"
"At the same time, it's not something a child should have!"
Louver was only fifteen when he went missing. His way of thinking was not as mature as an adult's! "
Schmidt took a deep breath. Kieran said slowly.
"Maybe he was rebellious.
"But they must also be innocent and kind!"
"You might even have killed Mundt out of a moment of excitement. When he came to his senses, he was shocked by what he saw.
All he wanted was to make it up to Muntle.
To Louver, going home was his biggest wish. He thought that going home would be the best way to make it up to Muntle. "
"That's why. Only Muntle's body could be brought home! "
As Kieran voiced his thoughts, he looked at the blood stains.
There was something indescribable in his eyes.
As an orphan, Kieran had a different view of home.
So what?
He had no home to begin with.
Even if he longed for it, it would never change.
The truth had never changed.
It was always like a sharp blade, displaying its cruelty.
Anyone who touched it would feel pain and bleed profusely.
"Then why did he set up the trap?"
Schmidt asked, not noticing the change in Kieran's expression.
"Anyone would be afraid of making a mistake.
"Me too!"
"The same goes for you!"
Louver was no exception. It's just that he didn't have any experience, so he left a lot of flaws. "
Kieran quickly put away his unusual expression and walked out the door.
"You might doubt what I said.
"As I said at the beginning, this is just a hypothesis. However, it's easy to prove it!"
Let's go to Louver's house! "
Kieran reminded Schmidt when he reached the door.
Schmidt quickly caught up to her.
...
Louver's house was only a block away from Ciaran Street.
When Schmidt rang the doorbell and saw an old couple appear before him, he knew that Kieran's hypothesis was correct.
The old couple were Louver's parents.
Because of Louver's disappearance, the two of them had already exhausted all their efforts. Their faces looked much older than their actual age.
But at this moment, their eyes and expressions were filled with joy.
Or rather, hope!
There could only be one reason for this to happen: Louver was back!
If it had been any other day, catching a criminal would have been a joyous occasion for Schmidt, but now, he didn't know what to say.
He turned around and looked at Kieran, who was standing beside the car.
He wanted to ask for help.
However, Kieran gestured for her to go ahead.
Just like Schmidt.
Kieran didn't know what to say.
Rather than letting a layman tell him what to do, he might as well leave it to a professional like Schmidt.
"Good... Good evening, both of you!
I know it's a little harsh to say this, but I can assure you that I'm on your side, including Louver. I'll try my best to plead with the judge and the jury!
They will definitely forgive Locke! "
Schmidt stammered a greeting to express the purpose of his visit.
Kieran wanted to enjoy the awkward expression on Schmidt's face.
However, a black figure appeared from afar, diverting Kieran's attention.
The black figure was walking towards Kieran.
It stopped about thirty meters away from Kieran.
It had purposely hidden its face along the way, and when it stopped, it hid its face behind an electric pole. It extended its palm and waved at Kieran.
Kieran raised a brow.
Although the other party hid it very well, the malicious intent was too obvious.
Was it the Hatch Heresy Cult?
Or the Night Demon Society?
Kieran wondered.
Kieran didn't stop and walked towards the figure.
No matter which side it was, this meeting was one that Kieran had been looking forward to.
Author's Note: Second Update ~
This afternoon, Decadent was really helpless.
His friend had dragged him out for an errand.
He had come back later than expected, so this chapter was late.
Decadent wanted to apologize to everyone!
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