Hearing this, Melody Summers couldn’t hold back a snort of laughter.
’This Mrs. Vance is quite something,’ she thought. ’She even knows about forensics.’
It was no wonder Mrs. Vance was arguing so craftily. After all, her footprints and fingerprints really weren’t at the scene.
The one who had entered 1606 last night was that scrawny little chihuahua. The one who had stolen the pork was also that chihuahua. It was impossible for there to be any trace of Mrs. Vance.
Mrs. Vance must have thought that without evidence, the police couldn’t do anything to her.
At the sound of Melody Summers’s laugh, Mrs. Vance’s head snapped up to look at her.
Mrs. Vance’s eyes darted around. Then, she took a few steps forward, grabbed Melody Summers’s hand, and began to wail, tears and snot streaming down her face.
"Young lady, you can’t frame me! I’m just an old woman! I... I... I have a bad heart! High blood pressure, coronary heart disease! Angina! ... I can’t handle this kind of stress! If you insist on framing me, you’re basically driving me to my death!"
With that, Mrs. Vance started howling.
Melody Summers listened to the ear-splitting racket, rendered speechless by Mrs. Vance’s performance.
She wanted to say to Mrs. Vance: ’A bad heart? High blood pressure? You were pretty damn agile when you were climbing the security bars last night!’
’Even someone in their twenties wouldn’t have the guts to scale sixteen floors bare-handed!’
Mrs. Vance’s grandson seemed to be frightened by her as well. The small, frail boy, who had been standing there quietly, scurried into the bedroom in terror.
Seeing this, Officer Tate hurried forward to separate Mrs. Vance and Melody Summers. He stood in front of Melody, preventing Mrs. Vance from getting near her.
Then, Officer Tate pulled out his phone with the surveillance footage.
Officer Tate held the video footage up in front of Mrs. Vance, his expression grim. "Who needs forensics? The resident of 1606 has a security camera. The entire crime was recorded! See for yourself!"
The moment Officer Tate mentioned the surveillance video, Mrs. Vance was like a chicken caught by the throat; her wails died instantly.
Staring at the clear footage in front of her, Mrs. Vance looked as if she had been struck by lightning, her face a mask of disbelief.
She muttered, "A camera... How is that possible... It’s so cold... How could there be a camera..."
What Mrs. Vance meant was: ’How could a security camera still be working when it’s this cold? Shouldn’t it have stopped functioning long ago!?’
Mrs. Vance thought this because she also had a security camera installed outside her window.
But ever since the temperature dropped, her camera had stopped working.
Mrs. Vance had looked it up online, and the information she found said that security cameras don’t function in excessively low temperatures. That’s why she had dared to take the risk.
She never expected Melody Summers’s camera to still be working properly!
What Mrs. Vance didn’t know was that the camera Melody Summers had bought was a model specifically designed for cold storage, capable of operating in temperatures as low as fifty or sixty degrees below zero.
Gazing at the clear images recorded by the camera, Mrs. Vance’s face turned deathly pale, unsure of how to defend herself.
Seeing this, Officer Tate said sternly, "I already gave you a chance to confess, but you repeatedly made excuses, refused to cooperate with the investigation, and tried to evade responsibility. Are you aware that these are special times? Breaking and entering is a felony! In serious cases, you can be expelled from the residential complex directly!"
Ever since the cataclysm, cases of home invasion and burglary had become frequent. To maintain stability, the government had cracked down hard on such crimes.

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