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Adrienne did not question Zelson's appearance and called the police right away.

After the phone call, the two of them waited in place without any rash movements. They, as members of a forensic team, knew how important it was to preserve the crime scene. Zelson saw Adrienne trembling. He walked to her side hurriedly and patted her on the back, comforting her, "Adrienne, don't be afraid. The police will come soon."

"Mr. Zelson, I'm fine. Don't worry about me," Adrienne responded. She looked at the victim lying on the ground. The man looked to be in his early thirties; he was still quite young. Who would choose to kill him on such a night?

What was written on the torn note he was holding tightly in his hand?

Could he be the murderer who had witnessed her parents' death two years ago?

If so, was it possible to prove that the murderer who killed her parents knew that she had been secretly investigating their murder case?

Adrienne had told Zelson not to worry. However, when Zelson noticed her putting on a tough front and saw through her fragility, he couldn't help but be concerned. He said, "Adrienne, stop staring at it. Come and sit here for a while."

Adrienne did not respond.

Zelson wanted to say something, but he swallowed his words.

He knew that Adrienne was an agreeable person who was willing to compromise on most things. However, if it had something to do with her parents' murder, she would remain firm on it. No one would be able to persuade her otherwise.

Even though it was pouring with rain, it didn't take long for the police to arrive.

The sergeant in charge of the local criminal police team was a man named Jarred Leopold. After a simple inspection of the scene, he asked, as was routine, "Which one of you was the first one who found the victim? And who called the police?"

Zelson and Adrienne showed their identity cards.

Adrienne remembered Jarred. She had met him before, on a day which she wanted to erase from her memory completely. She answered, "Sergant Leopold, I was the first to find the victim. It was also me who called the police."

Jarred took Adrienne's identity card and looked at it. "Both of you are from the forensic team of the Paramount Criminal Police Team in Chatterton Town?" "Yes, both of us."

Jarred stared at Adrienne with suspicion and asked again, "It's so late at night and it's pouring. Why are you at an abandoned farm more than 100 kilometers away from Paramount Area? And you coincidentally chanced upon a murder case?"

Zelson took offense at Jarred's attitude. It was as though they were criminals being interrogated. He took two steps forward, stood in front of Adrienne, and said, "Sir, we reported the case. We are not suspects Please mind your tone."

Jarred returned the identity cards to them and replied, "As forensic experts, both of you should know very well that we have to act upon what evidence we have. Therefore, both of you, please come to the police station with me to give a detailed statement."

It wasn't like Jarred didn't want to believe them. It was his job to act upon the reality and evidence for any criminal case. It was too peculiar that both of them would appear there in the middle of the night. The Western Suburb Police Station was about six kilometers away from the crime scene; it wasn't that far away. Soon, Adrienne and Zelson were brought there and were separated into two different rooms to have their statements taken.

Jarred was the one taking Adrienne's statement. He started off by asking, "Miss Carter, please tell me why you went to an abandoned farm at this hour."

Although Adrienne did not want others to know that she was secretly investigating her parents' murder, she had currently gotten involved in a separate criminal case. If she did not tell the truth at this point, it would most likely mislead the police in solving the case and they wouldn't be able to find the real murderer in time.

She answered honestly, "I received an anonymous text message at noon today. Someone told me that if I went, I could find the witness of the dismembering case that happened at Winey Farm two years ago." When Adrienne mentioned the case, Jarred's body trembled at once and he almost dropped the pen in his hand. It was because he was the first person to take on that murder case that happened on a rainy night two years ago. Later, for various reasons, the case was handed over to the superiors. "You..."

He stared at Adrienne for a while and asked with some uncertainty, "Are you the two victims' daughter?"

He had been a crime investigator for many years; he had seen countless family members of countless deceased people. There were not many people who could leave a deep impression on him, so he did not recognize Adrienne at first.

However, he recalled that he had been impressed when he saw her the first time. Two years ago, that girl did not shed a single tear when she looked at her parents' dead bodies. Her strong front made the onlookers' hearts ache for her. When Jarred looked at Adrienne carefully, he noticed that indeed, she still displayed some similarities with that little girl. Her eyes beneath her spectacles revealed a look of strength and determination.

Every time her parents were mentioned, Adrienne would feel a sharp, stabbing pain in her heart. But no matter how painful it was, she never let it show. She nodded slightly and replied in the affirmative,

"Yes."

After confirming Adrienne's identity, Jarred felt a sense of sympathy for her. When he began interrogating her again, his tone had softened by a lot. "Please tell me more about what you heard and saw at the crime scene."

"Okay." In order not to leave out any useful details and clues, Adrienne recalled the incident carefully for a while before saying, "I left the Paramount Criminal Police Team at about seven o'clock in the evening and hurried to Winey Farm in the western suburb. Due to the heavy rain, it took me about three hours to arrive."

"When I arrived, I pulled over and turned off the ignition. I turned on my phone's flashlight first before I got out of the car. As soon as I got out of the car, I saw a black shadow running rapidly past me into the darkness and rain." Adrienne clenched her fists, attempting to suppress the inexplicable resentment in her heart. She continued, "Before I could even respond, I saw blood on the ground. I followed the blood instinctively and saw the victim."

Adrienne loosened her fists, took a deep breath, and then said again, "As I am a forensic doctor, I wanted to save the victim. But when I discovered the victim, he was already dead."

Jarred's gaze on her was unflinching. He could feel the sorrow hidden deep in her heart, which compelled him towant to stop the interrogation right away. However, he knew that sympathy was no basis for abusing his powers. "Who was the man with you? Why was he here?" Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Adrienne answered, "He is my leader and mentor, Zelson Jacob. He is a well-known young forensic doctor in Chatterton Town."

Zelson had quite the reputation. All police forces in Chatterton Town knew him, and that included Jarred himself. However, since the matter was a criminal affair, Jarred had to ask about every single detail of the matter. "Did he come with you?"

"No. He appeared only after I found the victim. I don't know why he showed up." Adrienne shook her head. She remembered that she had also asked Zelson the same question, but he did not answer her. At the same time, Zelson was also subjected to a routine interrogation in another room.

"Why did you appear at an abandoned farm in the middle of the night?" the police officer inquired. Zelson looked at the police officer and answered in a casual tone, "Because I was worried about her."