Chapter 1748


    After returning home, Adrienne immediately went to take a bath, but Jefferson kept busy and made


    a call. "Find out the identity of the fourth victim as soon as possible."


    At the other end of the phone, someone replied, "Jefferson, we just confirmed a few minutes ago


    that the fourth victim was a staff member at Chatterton Town Bank in Paramount Area."


    The first victim was a vegetable vendor, the second was an ordinary housewife, the third was a real


    estate agent, and the fourth victim worked at a bank. What was the connection between the four


    victims?


    Jefferson tried to connect the dots. A real estate agent dealt with the sale of houses, and a bank


    teller could approve loans. That was the only conceivable link that Jefferson coulde up with.


    However, he couldn''t be sure.


    Jefferson ordered again, "Check if there is any real estate leased or rented under the second


    victim''s name."


    If the rtionship between the three could be established, what was their rtion to the first victim?


    He added, "Get some undercover detectives to go make inquiries at the market that the first victim


    worked at. Arrest anyone suspicious and bring them back to the station for questioning."


    The four victims seemed to have no rtion to each other at first nce, but if it could be


    ascertained that they all hade across the same person before, that person would most likely be


    the murderer.


    "You mentioned that you wanted to take a short nap. Why aren''t you sleeping yet?" After Adrienne


    came out of the bathroom, she saw Jefferson holding his mobile phone in a daze. "Did something


    happen again?"


    He put his phone into his trouser pocket and assured, "Just rx and go take a nap. I won''t give


    any more chances for the murderer to strike."


    Adrienne sighed. "Jefferson..."


    Jefferson turned to look at her, but she stopped her sentence midway. "Why don''t you go on?"


    Adrienne thought about it and decided to have a good talk with him, hoping that he would take the


    initiative to give up. "You don''t have any criminal investigation experience, and now you''re giving


    random orders. If something happens again, what will you say to the victim''s families? What


    exnation will you give to the people of Chatterton Town?"


    Jefferson curled his lips and responded with a smile, "Little Specky, you''re worried about me, aren''t


    you?"


    "This matter doesn''t just involve you. It involves the entire detachment and the entire Chatterton


    Town. It''s not a joke." It was getting dark soon. Adrienne was very concerned, but Jefferson didn''t


    seem to realize the seriousness of this matter. He always had such a carefree demeanor.


    "You''re talking too much nonsense. Go to sleep now," Jefferson spoke.


    At this time, how could Adrienne sleep peacefully at home? "There are still a lot of things to do. I


    have to go back to work first."


    "I told you to sleep," Jeffersonmanded.


    Adrienne didn''t want to talk to him. She turned around and went to the changing room. It was rare


    for Jefferson not to pester her. As soon as she changed and came out, Jefferson was gone.


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    She looked around the house, but no one was there.


    She tried to open the door, but it had been locked from the outside and she couldn''t open it.


    She searched for the key but did not find it. "Jefferson, you b*stard. What the hell are you doing?"


    Adrienne was so angry. Right when she wanted to use her phone to call him, she realized that her


    phone was missing.


    Not only did that b*stard lock her up but he also took away her phone. Was he imprisoning her?


    She felt helpless.


    After she panicked for a while, she remembered that there was aputer at home.


    However, as soon as she turned it on, her hope was cut short because Jefferson had also turned off


    the Wi-Fi.


    That *sshole was really sly, she thought. All she did was change her clothes and he managed to do


    so many things.


    Feeling extremely helpless, Adrienne had no choice but to wait at home.


    She waited until it was dark and her heart gradually became uneasy.


    It was nighttime already. Would the murderere out to look for his next victim again?


    Will Jefferson be able to catch the murderer? The future was uncertain, and it made her anxious.


    At this instant, Jefferson was immersed in work. In the evening, he had already arranged for several


    undercover officers to hide around the detachment. Once the murderer showed up, he was


    confident they would be able to catch him.


    Being sent home to rest by the new superior, Quill was also struggling to sit still. Since he got home,


    he only had two bowls of soup. He was so nervous that he couldn''t eat anything else.


    Seeing how troubled he was, his wife, Carol, sat down beside him and gave him a hug. "Quill, didn''t


    you say you''re done with your work? Why do I feel like your mind is somewhere else?"


    Since their work was confidential, Quill could not even tell Carol what was going on. Carol had no


    idea that Quill had been sent home. Thus, he had no choice but to keep his worries in his heart.


    He knew that Jefferson waspetent and that was why Ralph had sent him over to take charge of


    the case. But, why had he sent him home?


    Could it be that in Jefferson''s eyes, Quill was too useless?


    Quill patted Carol''s hand andforted her, "It''s okay. I''ve just been so busytely. It''s odd now that


    I''m suddenly so free. You''ve worked hard and you should get some rest too."


    Carol responded considerately, "Go take a bath, and I''ll get you your clothes. Hurry! Don''t sit there


    like a fool. You''re not Superman. You haven''t slept for a few nights, so you should have a good


    sleep. That way, you''ll be energized for work tomorrow."


    Quill didn''t want his wife to be on edge, so he got up and went to the bathroom.


    Carol watched him go into the bathroom, and then she got up to go to the room to take his clothes


    for him. But as soon as she got up, the doorbell rang.


    It was a Wednesday, and their kids were with their grandparents. No one should be visiting at this


    hour. She went to the door, saw a man in a courier uniform from the peephole, and questioned,


    "Who is it?"


    The man outside answered, "You have a parcel."


    "A parcel?" she thought for a moment. She hadn''t bought anything online recently, and usually


    parcels wouldn''t be delivered at this hour. "What parcel?"


    "How should I know what''s inside? The recipient is Quill Scott."


    "Quill, what did you buy?" Carol asked as she opened the door. As soon as the door was opened,


    the man barged into the room at lightning speed. Carol was so scared that she screamed, but soon,


    her mouth was covered and she was pressed against the wall by the man. "If you want to live, don''t


    move."


    The sound of the water in the bathroom was so loud; Quill was absent- minded too. Naturally, he did


    not hear the sound outside. Conversely, the man who barged in could hear the sound of the shower


    clearly.


    At this time, there shouldn''t be another person in the house.


    Nevertheless, the intruder reacted quickly. He grabbed Carol''s head and mmed it against the


    wall. Carol''s forehead started to bleed and she instantly copsed to the ground.


    The intruder locked the door as he got ready to deal with the person in the shower. However, he


    noticed a gun and a police uniform on the sofa...


    At this time, Quill came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. "Didn''t you say you


    wanted to help me get my clothes? Why didn''t you help?"


    As soon as he finished his words, he saw the intruder standing in front of him. He instinctively


    wanted to pull out his gun, only to find that his gun was in the hands of the intruder. The muzzle was


    pointed right at him.