[Zhongyingmei] Hear the sound

Conventional interrogation naturally yielded nothing.

What can I get?

There is surveillance on site.

Judging by the time of death, everyone at the scene had sufficient alibi.

And as a witness at the scene, she was Arnott, the eldest daughter of the friend family of the Vik family, and she was naturally asked about the details of Indy.

Questions such as what kind of person Indy is, what kind of social relationship she has, and whether there are any strange phenomena around her recently, also rang in her ears.

It's just such a detailed question...they know she knows Indy?

Their transactions are considered private, and they are only conducted in private. It stands to reason that no one should know about them, and Arnott will basically not take the initiative to break the oath. Therefore, as long as these issues do not involve their real subordinate relationship, she will Answered sincerely one by one.

Even her feeling that the current Indy is not the real Indy, she also honestly explained.

Of course, the excuse used for this is that she has been to Vic's house many times, and she is a casual friend with Indy. She became suspicious. After all, in such a short period of time, she should not have changed into another personality so quickly.

After listening to her report, Jack Crawford felt a little uncomfortable.

Of course, he promised only a little.

It's just that she is too cooperative.

The information given is too specific.

According to these things, the inside story that they can get to the bottom of is almost spread out in front of their eyes.

But last time, she clearly escaped their surveillance.

There must be something wrong with her.

But he couldn't pursue it.

After all, the order was issued from above.

So what is she doing it for?

If Mr. Hannibal was here, he would definitely be able to understand her malice just by seeing the curvature of her smile.

She is just simple.

It's just embarrassing him.

After Indy's death, for unknown specific reasons, the doctor targeted Mrs. Cynthia.

Arnott knew the man.

After getting along for such a period of time, a look in his eyes that he seldom reveals can reveal his mood.She could see the superficial reason.It was clearly the word "sister" that annoyed him, and her guess made him set his target.

Mrs. Cynthia.

Crawford's information was checked very quickly, and with Arnott's confession, they quickly found Cynthia.

More precisely, Vic and Cynthia's heads.

In fact, they did not have the authority to investigate too specific news, but Arnott gave them the green light in the name of the Nerisnu family.

After all, although their authority is high enough, they will also be restricted in various ways.

Especially the region.

Local snakes are sometimes comparable to dragons.

And this family is almost like a local emperor in Baltimore. After getting the permission and convenience, they played side-by-side, and they investigated more deeply.

Bu Zha didn't know, it was only then that they discovered how many outrageous things these two people had done.

The comparison of the results of the blood test also came out shortly after they checked the results.

As expected, the deceased was not the real "Indy".It is a semi-finished product that was found as a substitute.

Cynthia had many such girls.

She controls their relatives or lovers, and then raises them like pets. She will constantly let people brainwash them. There are only two core points, you must listen to your wife, and you are Indy.

Most people, even Indy herself, have always thought that she is not indispensable to this family, and it can even be said that her status in the family is very low on weekdays.

However, what made Cynthia completely unacceptable was that when her parents passed away, only 50.00% of the equity in their hands was left to her, and the rest was actually given to Indy!

Why!

When she was helping the family with the business, her sister, that idiot, was cheated out of her money somewhere.

When she and Vic supported each other, Indy was still at school age.

But at such a young age, he captivated people's hearts.

Otherwise, why would the parents give her all the equity?

Cynthia is no fool.

On the contrary, she is much smarter than many people.

You may not be afraid of a madman.

But what if the madman is smart enough and calm enough and crazy enough?

Since then she has started a "great project".

She decided to raise a younger sister who was exactly what she wanted.

Sister, sister.

What a beautiful and delicate creature.

Isn't it good to be obedient?

Why try to fight for what can't be yours?

thought Cynthia.

They were supposed to get along peacefully.

After all, they are blood relatives.

But why did she want to grab something with her?

She hates that what she has got is taken away by others.

If the things she likes are taken away by others...

Just die.

She always remembered what it felt like to be one with Vic.

Warm meaty.

tasty.

fragrance.

Like a dream that can forget all unpleasantness.

But it's just "like".

It rained heavily that night.

Arnott walked in the rain holding an umbrella.

The pattering rain beat the fallen petals, and they were so bullied that they couldn't even lift their heads, so they could only throw the petals on the ground pitifully, begging for mercy.

There is stubbornness in wanting to protect the flowers until the end, but in the end they are all blown off.

She stared at the ridiculous scene for a while, then reached out and picked a rose.

The thorns were so sharp that they even pricked my hand.

But she didn't notice it, she just sniffed it, as if there was some fragrance floating in the air.

But it rained too much.

All smells are washed away.

She didn't smell the sinner smell that flowers should have.

So the flower that was still cherished just now was thrown on the ground, and Arnott walked over.

Her pitch-white leather boots stepped on the patch of red mercilessly, leaving only a patch of mud.

The rain is getting heavier.

She went to Cynthia's room.

After Vic's death, she lived in a separate small attic, where Vic, Indy and Rod originally lived.

On the third floor are Vic and Cynthia, and on the second floor are Rod and Indy.

But now Rhodes had to deal with the mess at the banquet, and Vic and Indy died again, so there was only one person left in this huge small building.

Sometimes bored, Arnott would also think, living in such a big house, is it really not lonely?

There are always rooms and corridors in sight, and loneliness and emptiness are all within reach.

A person.

Always alone.

How miserable.

But Cynthia wouldn't feel it.

She killed half the people in the house.

Like a spoiled vicious queen, but wayward enough to kill the king.

The real reason is not for the throne.

Arnott had met Vic, who was a very gentlemanly and restrained man.

And even if such a person is really tempted by Indy, he will only take the initiative to keep his distance.

Because his sweetheart is indeed Cynthia.

Cynthia is so stupid.

Her methods are so silly.

Her love is too silly.

Is love really such an unrecognizable thing?

Arnott still remembers sister Cynthia who called her "Arnold" gently touching her hair when she came to find Indy when she was a child.

But now this...

It can only be said.

But a stranger's.

Murderer.

How sad.

For a relationship.

Become something you hate.

Arnott stood in front of Madame Cynthia's room.

Love is right.

But even if you love, you can't lose yourself.

She took out the key and opened the door.

The key was taken from the former Indy.

Because of the cooperation, she got a lot of things about the Vic family.

Most of them are dispensable gossip materials, but Indy doesn't know why she is so interested.

The key was pulled down by Indy when they were talking about cooperation, and a key was secretly allocated.

From the moment Mrs. Cynthia chose to cultivate a substitute, she was completely dead in the past and memories.

Smiling at the man in front of him, Arnott hung the umbrella by the door and closed the door.

There was no panic in her tone, she even turned a blind eye to the woman who was tied up in a ball of rice dumplings in front of her, and only looked up at the man leaning on the window sill.

She didn't hide her tracks, he probably saw her umbrella from the window just now.

Or her face, and then recognized her.

He must have known she was coming for him.

That's why I'm waiting here.

After waiting for so long, he probably also wants to know her choice.

Cynthia struggled on the ground and seemed to be begging her for help.

Arnott glanced at her.

The pampered lady was tightly bound, and the floor of the room was covered with a layer of plastic film, as if to prevent struggling fingerprints.

After all, the doctor has to hold her when it is severe.

He wears white gloves, which make him look more gentlemanly.

There was no sign of a struggle in the room, and he guessed he used either the spray or the food.Otherwise, she wouldn't let him tie her up so obediently.

After all Hannibal's doctor's charm.

Apparently not enough to captivate the lady.

After all, what Cynthia really wanted was the right to manipulate others.

"Do you need help, Mr. Hannibal?" She asked, her tone was calm, her eyes were gentle and restrained, and she was no longer as fiery as she first met. "Maybe you need an accomplice."

She came without any concealment, and even deliberately led the group of people to find out about Cynthia, and the people in front of her would not be unaware.

So she's betting too.

bet on his choice.

"My pleasure."

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