Spoil My Sweet Window novel (Harold and Crystal) novel Chapter 846

Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire Chapter 846

After the investigation, it was confirmed that the deceased was from Sunshine Village. Her name was Mia, and she was a woman of 46 years old.

About three months ago, Mia came to City W with her mother-in-law, Debbie. Later, she stayed in the hotel booked by her own daughter, Dora. Four days ago, Debbie could not get in touch with Mia, but she had no sense of crisis. She thought that Mia just went out for something. It was not until the police called her to identify the corpse that she knew that her daughter-in-law was dead.

Debbie immediately broke down and knelt in the corridor of the municipal public security bureau, crying all the time. She said that it must be Crystal, the jinx, who killed her, and she would soon be killed by Crystal too.

Of course, the police would not only listen to the howl of an old lady. After comforting Mia, they conducted a detailed investigation. Finally, at 6:40 p.m., they caught the first suspect in the laboratory of Princeton University, Mia’s adopted daughter, Crystal.

At this time, in the interrogation room, the lights were very dazzling. Crystal found it hard to keep her eyes open. Lennon and a policeman were sitting opposite her. Lennon said lightly, “Our forensic experts found many abused wounds on the dead person, which were caused by sticks, long needles, knives, and heavy objects. The medical examiner identified that the death time was about three o’clock in the morning yesterday. The fruit knife that pierced her heart caused the death. The wounds around it showed that the murderer was not an experienced killer.”

Speaking of this, Lennon knocked on the table and said, “Of course, the evidence here makes you the suspect.”

He picked up a bag of evidence containing a fruit knife, the type that was used to cut watermelons. It was usually very sharp, and there were dried bloodstains on it. Lennon said, “Although you wiped it clean, because of this special handle…” He pointed to the two undulating waves on the wooden handle, which was designed for the ergonomics of the two grooves. One could put his fingers in, but in fact, they were useless.

“There is a fingerprint left in the inside of the groove. The result has come out.”

He picked up an identification report and said, “It’s your fingerprint.”