Although it was already late at night, Valverde was not lying on the bed in the pitch-black bedroom. On the contrary, he was dressed in formal attire and sitting on a chair in the bedroom. There was a serene smile on his face as he faced the door. There was a revolver in his right hand that was hanging by his side!
At that moment, the gun in Connor's hand was aimed at Valverde's head. As long as Valverde made the slightest move, he would immediately shoot. However, Valverde did not seem to realize that he was in danger. He still had that strange look on his face as he looked at Connor without moving an inch.
Time seemed to have stopped at that moment. The room was so quiet that Connor could feel his own heavy breathing.
Carefully sizing up Valverde's appearance, Connor's heart suddenly skipped a beat. He seemed to have thought of something, and a flash of determination appeared on his face. He immediately aimed the gun at Valverde's head while cautiously turning on the gas lamp in the room.
Clack!
With a crisp sound, the gas lamp lit up. The orange-red flame passed through the glass lampshade and instantly lit up the dark bedroom.
"Phew …" Exhaling a mouthful of turbid air, Connor slowly lowered the revolver that he had aimed at Valverde's head with a solemn expression. With the appearance of the bright light, Connor could clearly see that a hideous bloody hole had appeared on Valverde's temple.
On the wall beside Valverde, there was a splatter of bright red blood and greyish-white brain matter hanging there without any concealment.
No matter how he looked at it, Valverde was now a dead man without any doubt!
Carefully observing the tragic scene, Connor glanced at the revolver in Valverde's right hand that was hanging by his side. A thought that he felt was absurd appeared in his mind.
"A.I. Chip, analyze the way the deceased died!" Connor was not sure if the truth was as he had imagined. He needed the A.I. Chip's analysis to prove his hypothesis.
[Beep! Analysis complete. The deceased committed suicide by shooting himself. Through ballistics analysis, the gun used to commit suicide was the revolver in his right hand!] The A.I. Chip didn't let Connor wait for long. As usual, it quickly gave the answer that Connor wanted.
After hearing the results of the A.I. Chip's analysis, Connor's expression turned strange. This result was in line with what he had guessed. Valverde had actually committed suicide!
Although Connor didn't know why Valverde shot himself in the night after blackmailing him during the day, he didn't think too much about it. Instead, he immediately started searching the entire detective agency to determine if Valverde had left any written records of his matters.
Half an hour later, Connor, who had not found anything after a thorough search, took a deep look at Valverde, who still had a serene smile on his face, in the bedroom. Soon after, he turned around and left Valverde Detective Agency.
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"Connor, did you not sleep well last night? You're in a bad state today! " Ms. Denise, the lecturer of Byzantine History at Greene University, frowned slightly and asked the student sitting in the first row with concern.
"I'm very sorry, Ms. Denise. I slept a little late last night. I'm sorry!" Connor, who was dozing off, hurriedly stood up and explained with an apologetic expression.
"Young man, watch your manners!" Ms. Denise said meaningfully.
"Hahahahaha!" Connor's classmates roared with laughter in the classroom. Among them, Connor's good friend, George, laughed the loudest.
"Teacher, I …" Connor looked embarrassed. He wanted to open his mouth to explain, but he didn't know what to say.
"Alright, alright. Young man, your body is your own. You can borrow the notes for this lesson from other students. Don't do this tomorrow! Sit down! " Ms. Denise was very tolerant and forgave Connor. She waved her hand, indicating that Connor could sit down.
Sitting back in his seat, Connor shook his head slightly. Ms. Denise was right. He did not sleep well last night. However, it was not only yesterday. In the three days since he came back from Valverde Detective Agency that night, Connor had not slept well. He had been thinking about one question: why did Valverde commit suicide?
He had just blackmailed him during the day, so there was no reason for him to commit suicide at night. Moreover, the way he committed suicide was so strange that Connor could still remember the serene smile on Valverde's old face.
From the standpoint of human nature, Connor did not think that such a greedy, cunning, and despicable detective would commit suicide to end his own life.
If Valverde committed suicide, from a logical point of view, no matter what, it would not make sense!
However, if Valverde was killed by someone else and the murderer faked it as a suicide, then everything could be explained. Although his own auxiliary chip had confirmed that Valverde committed suicide, the serene smile on Valverde's face made Connor, who was already a beginner Apprentice Wizard, think of another possibility!
That was the power of the supernatural! The power of a wizard!
If the truth of the matter was really like this, then there was a reasonable explanation for everything!
"By the way, Conor, your supervisor, Professor Reyes, asked you to go to his place after class. He seems to have something to tell you," Denise reminded Conor when the bell rang for the end of class, "Conor, your supervisor, Professor Reyes, asked you to go to his place after class.
"Thank you!" Although he did not know why Tutor Reyes wanted to see him, Connor still smiled politely and nodded to thank Ms. Denise.
On the way to Reyes' villa, Connor was hesitant about whether he should take this opportunity to tell Reyes about his other secret concern, the green light spot, and ask for his help.
In the past few days, he had tried to use his own spiritual force to remove the green light spot on his arm, but without exception, he had failed. This made Connor realize that he did not have the ability to remove the green light spot alone.
With the passage of time, the possibility of the Spirit Worship Sect finding him through the mark of the green light spot would increase. If he wanted to stop all this from happening, the most practical way was to seek the help of his tutor, Reyes.
Walking to the villa's entrance, he gently knocked on the door. After hesitating for a while, Connor made up his mind. There was no time like the present. Today was the day!
The villa's door slowly opened, but the person who appeared was not Tutor Ferguson, whom Connor was familiar with. Instead, it was an old man dressed like a butler.
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