The Three Little Guardian Angels novel Chapter 2502

Chapter 2502

“It just so happens that there was no surveillance on the rooftop, and the elevator surveillance only shows the murderer pretending to be the deceased. Then the surveillance can no longer capture anyone after that. So how did the murderer avoid the surveillance camera and escape? And whether the deceased was pushed off the rooftop? I believe the audience would want to know the answer to these questions.” The assistant scoffed again. “Usually, when the plot goes this way, there can only be an accomplice. The murderer pretended to be the deceased and went to the rooftop, and the deceased was thrown down the building from the balcony by the accomplice. The accomplice was naturally the husband or boyfriend of the deceased.”

Freyja shook her head. “In my version of the story, Ms. Mills lives alone.”

The assistant was astounded and looked at the corner not far away. Rory hinted at him with his gaze, and the assistant continued. “There’s only one murderer? Then the murderer threw the person off the balcony first, then changed into the same clothes as the deceased and went to the rooftop to complete the plot?” Freyja chuckled. “If we’re just talking about an online novel, it’d indeed make sense. But Mr. Lancell is someone who attaches so much importance to the motive, MO, and reasoning of the case, I’m afraid such a plot would only be treated as child’s play by him, wouldn’t it?”

The assistant crossed his arms and wondered. “Then did the deceased fall from the rooftop?”

Freyja nodded.

“It shouldn’t be. The surveillance camera only captured the murderer pretending to be the deceased, but not the deceased herself. So, how did the deceased get to the rooftop?”

Rory, who was standing not far away, stroked his chin and started thinking about the plot as if it was starting to intrigue him. He then walked out. “The deceased has been taken to the rooftop through some means by the murderer, so the only way to avoid surveillance is to place the deceased in a box.”

Rory shook his head all of a sudden. “No, it’s not written in your script that someone had moved a box that could fit a person to the rooftop before that. Could it be that the murderer had arranged the scene beforehand?”

Knowing that this man was Rory Lancell, Freyja chuckled. “That would depend on how he arranged things.”