The door creaked open, revealing a young man sprawled lifeless on a worn -out bed.


    The young man was partially undressed. Strangtion marks marred his neck, indicating his demise.


    Speaking in hushed tones, the detective shared.


    “He’s been dead for less than two hours. He engaged in vigorous sexual activity before his death.”


    Waylen donned gloves, retrieving a work ID from the old desk. The deceased was 24 years old and an electrician by profession.


    Surveying the room, Waylen formed a conjecture about the assant’s identityContent ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.


    He also surmised that the evidence of bodily fluids would have been meticulously cleaned… Aline had killed the young man to safeguard a secret.


    Next to the bedy $100, 000.


    “Take these for investigation by Mr. Winston, Also, look into the deceased’s background and provide his family with $500, 000 for relocation. Keep the source of the money anonymous.”


    The detective was perplexed. Understanding wasn’t required from him…


    Waylen exited the stifling room quietly, the young man’s lifeless visage etched into his mind.


    Standing amidst the falling snow, he smoked half a pack of cigarettes. The scent of death lingered, unshakeable.


    It wasn’t until he returned home, the vi’s warm lights aglow, that he began to feel a sense of relief…


    Beneath the shroud of night, the vi rested in profound tranquility.


    Waylen shed his coat and ascended the staircase with measured steps. All the household staff had sumbed to slumber, leaving only a solitary nightmp to break the darkness.


    In the bedroom on the second floor’s eastern wing, he pushed the door ajar, greeted by a gentle, inviting yellow glow.


    Rena hadn’t retired for the night yet. Wrapped in a cozy pajama, she nestled against the sofa engrossed in reading a script.


    Waylen quietly shut the door behind him.


    “Are the kids asleep? Did you have the ginger tea before bed?” Upon hearing his voice, Rena put aside the script and met his gaze.


    Waylen approached her, his lips poised for a kiss, but he hesitated, his voice gravelly, “I’ll take a shower first.”


    Rena had been ready to rise and prepare a midnight snack for him.


    However, Waylen stopped her in her tracks, his tone gentle but firm.


    “Stay in the bedroom. I’ll whip up some noodlester.”


    With that, he proceeded to freshen up.