Bring Your A Game, Mr novel Chapter 447

Chapter 447 Cold Body, Sealed Lips

Clement’s attention was entirely on Elise’s silver needle. He was so caught up in it that he didn’t respond in time. For a typical man, that couldn’t have been more normal; but for a robotic man, who only responded to orders from their masters, as he was, his daze was significantly notable. It wasn’t until every eye in the room turned to him did he regain his senses and carried Jackson out of the room.

“What do we do with this guy?” Claude pointed at Reuben’s corpse.

“Just leave it be.” Elise tranquilly stated, “I’ll have an expert examine his body tomorrow.” Returning to her room, she logged onto SK System and published a request announcement.

‘Emergency forensic wanted. Requirements: proficient, tacit, confidential. Price doubled.’

Shortly after, a user named “guiltypleasure” sent her a private message. ‘Where.’

Elise swiftly replied, ‘Athesea, Tissote. When?’

The user, guiltypleasure, answered, ‘Tomorrow night. Address.’

After Elise sent over the address, the user logged off.

Very soon, it was already the next day.

Three at dawn, Elise walked out of the courtyard house. After waiting for some time at the gates, she saw a figure slowly approaching from the alley. Then, the figure revealed itself under the streetlight and stopped before Elise.

Recognizing the person’s face, Elise squinted her eyes. “It’s you?” He’s the forensic officer who was responsible at the crime scene back in the university!

“How fateful. We meet again,” Bartholomew greeted with an uncontrollable grin. His forensics pass was still hanging around his neck while he carried a simple toolbox on his back. Obviously, he just came over from the Forensic Science Division.

“Why are you here?” Elise scowled.

“To solve your problems, of course.” Bartholomew introduced himself, “guiltypleasure, at your service.”

Elise was at a loss for words. Guy’s from the Forensic Science Division, so he’s at least half a cop. Things’ll get troublesome if I were to let him in.

“Too late to regret now.” Bartholomew read her mind and suspiciously uttered, “You’re looking for a forensic scientist, which means someone here has died to unknown causes, and the chances of it being a murder is high. It’s pretty obvious.”

“Are you planning to report this?” Elise remained still on the outside as a pair of silver needles slid into her palm.

“Hehehe!” Bartholomew stared at her hand and knowingly clarified, “No worries. I’m here as guiltypleasure, not a forensic officer. Even if you don’t trust me, you should trust in SK’s security measures. They wouldn’t let a cop who’d disrupt the system’s equilibrium into the system, would they?”

Hearing that, Elise turned a tad relieved. Bartholomew was right. SK was able to stand this long without falling mainly because of its insanely strict security measures. Basically, even operating in a gray area had its rules, and anyone who went against the rules meant declaring a war against the entire group. SK had members of different professions all around the world. One could only anticipate death once they had broken even one rule of the system, and no one would be so dumb to oppose the entire world solely to make some extra cash.

“Okay.” Elise sheathed her needles and turned around into Alexander’s courtyard. “Follow me.”

Bartholomew, with his hands in his pockets, followed steadily behind Elise. Walking past the courtyard, he caught a glimpse of Jackson sitting on a chair in the guest room, looking at him, begging for his help with his eyes and a sincere expression.