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"Oh, don't you admit that Alan's death is related to you? It doesn't matter, the current network criminal investigation technology is actually very advanced. Although you used a temporarily registered email address, we can still find out the IP address of the sending email. If If it’s from your room, then you’re miserable. If it’s an Internet cafe or something, it’s even worse, they usually have cameras installed. Oh, and also, deleted photos from your mother’s mailbox can be recovered If there is a private detective in this town, it will cause alarm, so those photos of Alan and your father were actually taken by you yourself, right?"

"You don't have proof, it's slander, Agent Russell."

Haley nodded and smiled, "Lawrence, when you took pictures, were you [-]% sure that your shadow didn't appear in a certain glass, a reflective surface of a certain metal utensil, or the rearview mirror of a car? If those used to You were the one who posted the picture of fanning your mother and killing Allen, what do you think it means? Don’t underestimate the current forensic personnel, they are not only professional but also active in thinking.”

Lawrence's smile disappeared, and he snorted coldly, "Then I hope you find the evidence as soon as possible."

"Lawrence, whoever walks will leave traces. Anne's death was not a masterpiece of your father. If it was, she would have been buried in the Rose Cemetery."

"My dad said he wanted to go back to the scene many times and look back on Anne's death."

"That was too risky and unnecessary. You were there when Anne was killed by your father. You led Anne to the cabin. After she died, you promised your father that you would be like a Camporam Like the heirs of the family, you sent Anne to the rose cemetery. But you didn't, because you are the one who really wants Anne to be revealed. You want Anne to die, and you want the secrets of the Camporam family to be revealed Because you know that once someone comes to investigate, you, as a bystander, will not leave any clues, and your father will definitely take everything to protect you."

"Are you crazy, Agent Russell. Why am I doing this to Annie?" Lawrence pursed his lips, and he despised everything Haley said, as if it was the most outrageous nonsense he had ever heard.

"Is it the reason? Isn't it because Anne is the one you hate the most out of these three people? Six months ago, you went to the hospital in the city to visit Edward who had fallen into madness. He told you that it was Anne who brought Lucia out of the water again and again. So Lucia died, and neither Ellen nor Lena reached out to save her. You lied to your father that Anne also knew the secret of Rose Cemetery, so In order to maintain the status of the family, you and your father decided to make Anne one of the sacrificial objects. After Anne was killed, you took away the ring that Anne wore on her hand. It was just that you made a mistake, that is, you Going into your dad's office to put that ring in his drawer without gloves on. Because it's weird to be wearing gloves in that place at that time of year, isn't it?"

Behind Haili, there seemed to be an abyss that was about to swallow everything.

"Agent Russell, if you want to say something, just say it." Lawrence's expression changed from the initial coldness to indifference.

Haili blinked, "You must not have thought that your father never even touched that ring. There are your fingerprints on the ring, but not your father's!"

"You're fooling me again! Just like you were fooling my mother! My father has already admitted to killing Anne. You can't accuse me of killing again. And the ring is not conclusive evidence either! It could be that my father gave it away. It was wiped clean and I accidentally touched it. So it has my fingerprints on it but not my father's!"

Lawrence raised his face, his determined expression was exactly the same as his father's.

"Oh yeah, damn the law. But there's a big problem with your father's confession," Haley said, laughing.

"what is the problem?"

At this time, Ian finally found them. He came to Haili's side and pressed Haili's shoulder with one hand. Most people can't bear Ian's strength.His other gun was buckled on his waist, and he said in a cold voice: "I will answer this question for you."

Haili raised his head, with a bright smile on his face, as if Ian's strength to crush his shoulders was nothing at all: "Why did you come?"

"At least I didn't miss the last good show." Ian looked at Lawrence without any fluctuations in his gaze, "Your father's confession said that' he listened to the music while listening to the gurgling sound from Annie's bleeding throat , the two voices are soft together, it is the most beautiful melody'. In fact, if he really turned on the record player, he would not be able to hear the sound from Anne's throat."

Lawrence lowered his head, shrugged his shoulders, and laughed more and more arrogantly.

"Even if what you said is true, so what? You can find all kinds of indirect evidence and environmental evidence, but you don't have all the conclusive evidence! Have you found all the motives, murder weapons, witnesses, and physical evidence? You Has a valid chain of evidence been formed? Agent Russell, your story is wonderful! Too bad it's just a story."

"Indeed, it's just a story. A good lawyer can overturn everything. But one thing, do you know what Lucia's real cause of death is?"

"Of course I know." There was mockery and hatred in Lawrence's eyes.

Hailey got up and walked towards Lawrence step by step, like a sharp knife piercing the night.

"No, you don't know, Lawrence. Lucia wasn't pushed into the water by Annie, and the other children didn't try to save her on purpose, but she was persistently looking for the necklace box you gave her in the lake. .Your mother said that the necklace box is your photo. You chose the university in Boston in order to get rid of this cursed family and this seemingly peaceful but dull town. You left Lucia, the outside The world is far less important than her. When she was crying in the water, looking for the necklace box in panic... the person she really wanted to catch was actually you. And from the beginning to the end, you were not by her side."

Lawrence was stunned, his eyes were like crystals on the verge of cracking, his world was so dry that it could be destroyed at any moment.

"You're talking nonsense, you're talking nonsense! You don't know anything at all! You made it up! You made it up! Lucia is dead, no one knows what she's thinking! The psychic that day It’s just you pretending to test my parents! You saw Lucia’s picture in my house and the necklace box hanging around her neck, so you made up this story!”

Haley ignored Lawrence's hysteria and just continued talking on his own.

"Lucia won't take that necklace box off. So ask yourself, have you seen that necklace box anywhere? In Lucia's room? With her friends? In her coffin? I Bet, none. Because it's in the lake behind you."

"...It's impossible! She was killed by Annie! Those children didn't want to save her! Lena and Annie have always liked me, so they couldn't tolerate Lucia! Allen was jealous of me in my father's mind The position is to take away my most important thing! They murdered Lucia together!"

Hailey smiled, and he came to Lawrence's side, whispered into his ear, and said softly, "You can try to drain this lake to see what's at the bottom of the lake, so as to prove that I am Make up the story, or Lucia told me."

After finishing speaking, Haili turned and walked towards Ian. He gently took Ian's arm and said with a smile, "Ian, we should go."

Ian froze for a moment, then turned his head to see Lawrence standing on the edge of the lake, his back faltering.

The two were driving on the highway.

Ian frowned tightly, "When did you start to doubt Lawrence?"

"Like you, found out that Dr. Doug couldn't have killed Lena wearing a ring because of arthritis, found out that Mrs. Camporam's hatred for Alan needed a reason, found out that Mr. Camporam's murder in Anne's case didn't When you tell the whole truth. It’s just that Ian, you discover the truth by logic, while I rely on feeling.”

"Why didn't you tell me?" Ian frowned, he was like an open book in front of Hailey.

Haley knew everything about him, but he didn't know anything about what was going on in Haley's head.

Hailey sighed and said slowly, "Because I know you well. Once you start to doubt Lawrence, you will do whatever it takes to prove it.

But Ian... a lot of times the truth is out there and you know you're so close to it, but you just can't touch it.Being too attached to the truth will tire you out and hurt you.I don't want you to be a paranoid. "

"But just let Lawrence go like this?"

"You gave a suspect, the process of the crime, how to prove his guilt is not entirely our job, but also the forensics department and those profilers. At least we exposed the truth under the rose , those souls buried in the mud and unable to breathe are finally freed." Haili lazily propped his chin and leaned against the car window, the wind gushing in, like the fingers of a god passing over his hair.

"Are you suggesting that I learn to let go?" Ian asked.

"Of course. In this line of work, I am your predecessor. You will encounter many cases, these cases... some you know the result but can't figure out the process. Some you know the details but can't get the evidence. Some you Obviously you know what kind of person the murderer is, but you just can't find him in the vast crowd. Then don't waste all your thoughts on one knot and untie another knot. In this way, what you focus on is not what you have How many knots are not untied, and instead you know you have one less knot to untie."

"You can work part-time as a psychological consultant for the Bureau of Investigation, specializing in solving the psychological problems of rookie agents."

"So Uncle Ian, do you have any questions for me?" Hailey's eyes fell on Ian's side face.

Ian's fingers clenched the steering wheel, and something seemed to swallow in his throat.

He hesitated for a long time, troubled for a long time, maybe it was indeed time to untie it.

"Haley, you told me eight years ago that your stepfather died from a blow to the head when his car was run off the road by a 'hunt'. But Maddy Ron told me... your stepfather died from a blow to the head. He was smashed to death many times. Did you... kill him?"