The Fortune-Telling Heiress novel Chapter 68

Chapter 68 

Madison met with the criminal investigation team with John and spotted Carlos. 

They were still grilling Carlos, scaring him with legal consequences, and laring him into talking with the promise of a reduced sentence. Despite everything, Carlos kept his mouth shut about the abdich. 

Jack Cullen, the criminal immitigation team’s captain, frowned. “Carlos admitted to the murder without hesitation, but he’s keeping his lips seabed about the artifacts. 

“Our investigation indicates that Carlos has several partners, but he doesn’t have any children. It’s unlikely he’s being threatened.” 

John and the others gazed at Madison. “Any ideas, Madison?” 

Madison replied, “In the video call, I could only see the murder case. Now that I’m up close, Dean tell he’s got some past baggage on him. I can give it a shot 

Erwin www.also intrigued and wanted to see how Madison could get Carlos to spill the beans 

Madison walked into the interrogation room, Carlos, who had been slouching in his chair, immediately sat up straight and glared at her with a host lestare. 

Madison sat on the chair with alemale officer next to her. 

The female officer smacked the table and wamed, “Behave yourself.” 

Carlos intuediately lowered his race, trying to hide the anger and resentment in his i 

Madison scrutinized Carlos for a while, then suddenly broke into smile. “That’s why you’re not revealing the location of the antifacts It’s not that you don’t want to, but you single can’t, right?” 

Carlos jerked his head up and gaped at Madison. “How did you figure that out 

Madison lightly tapped her finger on the table. “a’s die confesson cube,” 

Carlos sprang up to his feet, looking either intery or scared. He hurriedly asked, “How did you know?” 

Watching the interrogation through the window, jalin asked, “What’s the confession case, Green Aurora? 

Ervin had a look of sudden realization. “It turns out to be the confession curse. I’ve come across it in historical writings. Back in the day, Vlad the Impaler designated his meri to raid and plunder to gather funds for his military campaign 

“As he approached the end of his life, it’s said that he issued a final decree specifying that he didn’t want a grand funeral. No mounds or trees were to be placed on his grave, and no jewels, pearls, or get to be buried with him.” 

Next to Erwin, John uncrossed his arms. “In recent years, some scans have claimed that the rumors about him having fake tombs are free. 

The archaeologists nearby nodded in agreement, too. 

Erwin continued, “The part about him out having a grand funeral is accurate, and the take tombs are also trie, Vlad wanted a basic bured to avoid having his tomb lonted after he passed away. But a simple burial only keep measure hunters away, not those seeking revenge 

“Before Vlad died, he had his generals pick our aburial site using their treasure–hunting skills. He then made them swear under the confession curse that they’d keep the location of his actual tomb a secret. After all this, the coussin curse and how to break it have been forgotten.” 

Erwin took a pause. “It’s likely still out there, but it’s only passed down among the tomb raiders.” 

Everyone shifted their attention to the interrogation room. 

At this moment, Carbs was being held den in his chair by the cops in the interrogation room. He Пxed gaze on Madison and shouted incessantly, “How on earth do you 

Madison calmly recounted the origins of the curse and spell, ‘The shamans were pioneers in the mystic arts. One of the kings popularized the mystic arts practices. 

“Curses and spells work hand in hand. The confession curse is adapted from the condession spell, and they’re quite alike. How could I not know? 

She then added, “Besides knowing about it, I can break the confession curse.”