Volume 10 – Chapter 38: Murder & Visit (Part 2)
“Mrs. Riley, good morning. I just came back from college. Did something happen?”
“Good boy. You haven’t had breakfast yet, right? Would you like to have something to eat at my house?” Mrs. Riley smiled.
Caroline still couldn’t see the appearance of the talking man, but this voice… Even if it became a little unclear through the door, she still recognized it. It seemed that it was Arnold’s voice. She met Arnold last night and exchanged a couple of words.
“Okay, I’m bothering you again today, Mrs. Riley. By the way, could you wait for me to put things away first? Oh, by the way, why do you stand in front of my house?”
With that, he took out the key and faced the door.
He had a baseball cap. He opened the door with his head down, only revealing his chin.
The moment the key was inserted into the keyhole, time seemed to slow down suddenly. Caroline’s eyes opened wide with her heartbeat racing!
This man killed someone, then went out and came back. He tried to frame me as the murderer. Once they opened the door and saw this, I would have no way to argue this?
Mrs. Riley was baffled, and she asked immediately, “Arnold?”
Arnold turned around stiffly, his face frightened, “Mrs. Riley, I think…we need to call the police. Someone… someone is dead in my house!”
“What!?” Mrs. Riley was taken aback and hurriedly squeezed into the house. What caught her eyes first was the dead woman sitting on the stool, Livia!
“It’s a woman!” The two said in unison.
…
At a house by the sea, only two stories high, but the price wasn’t cheap. This was an apartment for those who were on vacation to rent.
The house number was correct.
Song Haoran tidied up his clothes. This was the basic quality of a gentleman. At the same time, he had a bunch of flowers in his hand.
Song Haoran gave a bright smile, “Hello, I’m pleased to see you again, Ms. You Ye.”
The maid, who was dressed in casual clothes, showed a surprised expression. Her unexpected face made Song Haoran feel a little proud. He knew that he was a bit playful to have this enjoyment: For example, he liked to see the surprised look of others.
“Mr. Song, is it you?”
“Is Luo Qiu there?” Song Haoran smiled slightly, “I’m here to answer the invitation. I hope you didn’t forget about the promise for a meal.”
“Thank you.” You Ye was startled slightly, then smiled and took it from Song Haoran’s hand.
“Who is here?” At this time, a figure walked out of the kitchen. It was the new boss of a certain club. The boss was still wearing an apron and holding a long wooden ladle.
“Mr. Song!” Luo Qiu was equally surprised, then put down what was in his hand and walked out while unbuttoning his apron, “It’s really you!”
“Why would I? You’re welcome here.” Luo Qiu smiled calmly but said resignedly, “Unfortunately, I couldn’t prepare braised lion’s head today.”
“It’s fine.” Song Haoran quipped, “If you manage to make this dish today, then I will be shocked.”
“That’s true. There were quite some casualties during the event.” Song Haoran said in a relaxed tone, “But in this country, it is typical to see the news of people being killed.”
Song Haoran looked at an atlas on the coffee table. He took it curiously and flipped a few pages. He realized that it was a colorful atlas introducing the world’s paleontology. There were rare animal and plant species that were uncommon.
Song Haoran said suddenly, “Do you like this kind of thing?”
Boss Luo just smiled and said nothing.
At this time, You Ye put on the apron that the boss took off and walked into the kitchen. She planned to take over and finish the dishes. Song Haoran took a glance, then smiled and said, “This daughter-in-law seems like the best candidate!”
Luo Qiu said suddenly, “Please wait a moment.”
Under Song Haoran’s curious gaze, Luo Qiu walked upstairs and soon walked down holding a box. He walked in front of Song Haoran, opened the box, and said sternly, “Mr. Song, I think I should return this to you.”
Luo Qiu shook his head, “I don’t need this kind of thing.”
Song Haoran said, “This is a handy tool.”
With that said, Song Haoran seemed to have thought of something, “Luo Qiu, I came here this time because there is something I want you to take a look at.”
“Show it to me.”
Song Haoran took out his phone, tapped on the screen, and opened the gallery. Finally, he put it in front of Luo Qiu and said calmly, “Do you have any impression of this person?”
He was young, wearing a military uniform, holding a rifle with a bayonet. Song Haoran looked at Luo Qiu’s expression at this time, “This is my uncle, Song Tianyin.”
