Chapter 172 The Body Was Handled
Perhaps I had asked him too many questions at once, he pursed his lips and chuckled, then said, “You’ve asked me so many questions all at once, which one should I answer first?”
We were not exactly close, just having experienced a disaster together. Now, seeing him looking completely different from the last time, I was somewhat at a loss for words.
Seeing me stunned, he said somewhat helplessly, “You look like you’ve been scared silly, haven’t you? Don’t worry, I was the one who brought you out of the factory. This is my friend’s house. That abandoned factory is a place my friend bought to develop. He was originally going there with me to handle some business.”
“It was a coincidence that I met you. You were unconscious for a whole day and night due to a high fever, which is why the doctor had to stay by your side all the time.”
He answered all the questions I asked in one breath, then paused slightly and looked at me, saying, “Are you hungry? What do you want to eat? I can get it for you.”
I shook my head, still full of doubts, and asked, “What… about the others?” What I wanted to ask about were Ashley and Henry. Given the situation at that time, he surely wouldn’t have brought only me here.
He didn’t rush to answer me. Instead, his gaze became much calmer. He quietly looked at me and asked, “What do you think I should do in such a situation to prevent you from being accused of murder?”
I was stunned, it took me a moment to realize he would do this. After a
000%
|||
10.55
pause, I came to my senses. Yes, I was holding a knife at the time, Henry died on me, and Ashley, a pregnant woman about to give birth, was still like that. If he called the police, what would they make of this accident when they arrived?
I suppressed the unease in my chest and said, “I didn’t kill anyone, the police will figure it out.”
He looked at me, his lips slightly pursed, and asked, “How to investigate?”
His brief question left me speechless. At that time, Ashley was wearing gloves, so her fingerprints were not on the knife that killed Henry. Moreover, she was Henry’s wife, carrying Henry’s child. From an outsider’s perspective, what reason would she have to kill Henry?
The logic was flawed, there was no evidence, how could an investigation be conducted?
The final outcome remained the same, I would be the sole murderer who killed Henry, whether it was in self-defense or for other reasons, it was me who killed him, and there was no way I could escape from it.
Ashley’s calculations were too meticulous, I couldn’t escape at all.
Taking a deep breath, I looked at Sebastian. He still hadn’t told me, how were the other two people doing?
As if knowing what I was about to ask, Sebastian began, “Henry is dead. By the time we arrived, he had already stopped breathing. As for the other woman, she had lost too much blood and fainted.”
He paused slightly, looking at me, he continued, “For fear that you would get into legal trouble, I dealt with the body of the dead man. The woman didn’t die, I didn’t bother, and didn’t have time to bother. Someone came from outside at that time, I hastily cleaned up the scene and left.”
27.75%
O
wwww
J
10 55
I froze, somewhat incredulous, and took a breath before asking, “The body has been dealt with?”
He nodded, his face calm, “The body was left at the scene, no matter how you investigate, you can’t avoid getting into trouble. So I had to deal with it. As long as there is no body, whatever that woman says, it’s useless. I… a friend checked the man’s identity, he was a fugitive on death row, it was only a matter of time before he died. If he
disappeared, the police couldn’t find him and couldn’t do anything.”
I looked at him, momentarily at a loss for how to refute. I knew in my heart that handling it this way privately was wrong, but I had to admit that this trap Ashley had set for me was the best way to deal with it. With Henry’s body gone, even if Ashley wanted to frame me, there would be no evidence to investigate. In the end, she could only let it go.
The appearance of Sebastian made me believe that this deadlock was unknowingly resolved, leaving me speechless with a mix of joy and
Sorrow.
After a moment of silence, I looked up at him and said, “Thank you.”
He poured me a glass of water, nonchalantly saying, “No need to thank me, we’re friends after all. It’s just a small favor since we met.”
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Exposing the Charade of Deep Affection (PDF)