Chapter 23 Some Ghosts Haunted Here?


    "Sorry, I just wanted to tell you that I slept all night that I don’t know anything."


    Janice didn''t intend to conceal it deliberately. It was just Marcus almost never had physical contact with


    her at ordinary times. But he just grabbed her hand before she spoke. She didn’t know what he meant.


    "That''s it." Captain Devin whispered.


    Janice lowered her head depressed. She still found that he was still holding her hand tightly, without


    any intention of letting go.


    Captain Devin stuffed a business card into Marcus'' hand and said politely, "Mr. Clinton, Mrs. Clinton, if


    you think of anything, you can contact me at any time."


    "Definitely." Marcus replied in a deep voice.


    After Captain Devin bid farewell to them, he left the vi with the young policeman.


    With a "bang", the door of the vi was closed tightly.


    Marcus let go of Janice and stuffed Captain Devin''s business card into his jacket pocket.


    After regaining her freedom, she immediately distanced herself from him and asked sharply, "Marcus,


    why don''t you tell the truth to the police?"


    "What should I tell the truth?"


    "You..." She was so angry that she even stuttered, "You are the murderer!"


    "What evidence do you have for this usation?" Marcus'' tone was somewhat ironic.


    "I saw it with my own eyes. You stood by the poolst night with blood on your hands!" Janice argued


    angrily, her long eyshes trembling.


    Marcus'' face didn’t change at all. He sneered, "Then you can tell the police what you have seen. I can


    get investigated."


    "I didn''t take sleeping pills at allst night. You’re lying."


    Regardless of whether he was a murderer or not, there was a problem with his deliberately lying!


    "Oh, is it?" He retorted calmly, "Ada told me it. You know I can''t see anything."


    Marcus'' defense made her speechless. He used Ada as an excuse. It was too cunning. Now, Ada was


    dead, so there was no proof at all.


    "Why did you hold my hand so hard when the police asked me?"


    She thought that this question would be embarrassing Marcus, but unexpectedly, he smiled mockingly


    at her. What he said made her speechless again.


    "Mrs. Clinton, someone was dead at home, and the police came to you for questioning. I was worried


    that you would be afraid, so I wanted to appease you. Just then, in front of the police, you said that you


    slept all nightst night and didn’t know anything. Now you said that you saw my hand full of blood and


    suspect that I am the murderer. The testimony is so different before and after. It seems that the person


    who is deliberately lying is not me, right?"


    She didn’t expect that Marcus would refute her like that. What was even more annoying was that he


    took the opportunity to remind her that the police would definitely question her integrity for her


    inconsistent testimony.


    Moreover, she was unable to produce strong evidence at all. If she went to the police again, it would


    definitely not have any effect.


    Janice felt at a loss for a while, frowned and kept silent.


    "Do you have any other questions?" Marcus asked calmly.


    Janice bit her lips, as if the pain could calm her down and clear her mind better.


    However, Marcus'' answer was so perfect. She really couldn''t think of any way to confirm her


    spection.


    Seeing that she hadn''t answered for a long time, Marcus left the living room while turning the


    wheelchair with both hands. There was no pause in the whole process.


    Seeing that the "murderer" was atrge, she couldn''t tell what her feeling was like. She was a little


    ufortable.


    Janice didn''t realize that Marcus had to use a wheelchair every time he went out. The man she ran into


    When they faced each other, the man was looking directly at her, so it seemed that he wasn’t blind.


    ording to her previous investigation, no one else lived in the vi.


    Marcus wasme and blind. Without the help of others, he couldn’t even go downstairs. With his


    physical condition, how could it be possible toplete the murder n alone?


    In addition, he acted so calmly. Besides, his words were so well-organized that others couldn''t find any


    ws.


    So, did she really get him wronged?


    Or were there some ghosts...haunting in this vi?


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    Janice had so many doubts in her mind. She felt creep, and she didn''te to her senses for a long


    time.


    "Knock! Knock!"


    A short and powerful knock on the door suddenly sounded in the silence, frightening Janice in thought.


    After a short pause, the knock on the door sounded again.


    Janice finally came to her senses. She took a deep breath and shouted, "Who is outside?"


    "It''s me, Gavin."