Accidental love II

"Sorry, I just wanted to tell you that I slept all night that I don't know anything."

Janice didn't intend to conceal it deliberately. It was just Marcus almost never had physical contact with her at ordinary times. But he just grabbed her hand before she spoke. She didn't know what he meant. "That's it." Captain Devin whispered.

Janice lowered her head depressed. She still found that he was still holding her hand tightly, without any intention of letting go.

Captain Devin stuffed a business card into Marcus' hand and said politely, "Mr. Clinton, Mrs. Clinton, if you think of anything, you can contact me at any time."

"Definitely." Marcus replied in a deep voice.

After Captain Devin bid farewell to them, he left the villa with the young policeman.

With a "bang", the door of the villa was closed tightly.

Marcus let go of Janice and stuffed Captain Devin's business card into his jacket pocket.

After regaining her freedom, she immediately distanced herself from him and asked sharply, "Marcus, why don't you tell the truth to the police?"

"What should I tell the truth?"

"You..." She was so angry that she even stuttered, "You are the murderer!"

"What evidence do you have for this accusation?" Marcus' tone was somewhat ironic.

"I saw it with my own eyes. You stood by the pool last night with blood on your hands!" Janice argued angrily, her long eyelashes trembling.

Marcus' face didn't change at all. He sneered, "Then you can tell the police what you have seen. I can get investigated."

"I didn't take sleeping pills at all last night. You're lying."

Regardless of whether he was a murderer or not, there was a problem with his deliberately lying!

"Oh, is it?" He retorted calmly, "Ada told me it. You know I can't see anything."

Marcus' defense made her speechless. He used Ada as an excuse. It was too cunning. Now, Ada was dead, so there was no proof at all.

"Why did you hold my hand so hard when the police asked me?"

She thought that this question would be embarrassing Marcus, but unexpectedly, he smiled mockingly at her. What he said made her speechless again.

"Mrs. Clinton, someone was dead at home, and the police came to you for questioning. I was worried that you would be afraid, so I wanted to appease you. Just then, in front of the police, you said that you slept all night last night and didn't know anything. Now you said that you saw my hand full of blood and suspect that I am the murderer. The testimony is so different before and after. It seems that the person who is deliberately lying is not me, right?"

NOW PLAY YOUR FAVOURITE GAMES ON

She didn't expect that Marcus would refute her like that. What was even more annoying was that he took the opportunity to remind her that the police would definitely question her integrity for her inconsistent testimony.

Moreover, she was unable to produce strong evidence at all. If she went to the police again, it would definitely not have any effect.

Janice felt at a loss for a while, frowned and kept silent.

"Do you have any other questions?" Marcus asked calmly.

Janice bit her lips, as if the pain could calm her down and clear her mind better.

However, Marcus' answer was so perfect. She really couldn't think of any way to confirm her speculation.

Seeing that she hadn't answered for a long time, Marcus left the living room while turning the wheelchair with both hands. There was no pause in the whole process.

Seeing that the "murderer" was at large, she couldn't tell what her feeling was like. She was a little uncomfortable.

Janice didn't realize that Marcus had to use a wheelchair every time he went out. The man she ran into last night was standing, indicating that he was not disabled.

When they faced each other, the man was looking directly at her, so it seemed that he wasn't blind.

According to her previous investigation, no one else lived in the villa.

Marcus was lame and blind. Without the help of others, he couldn't even go downstairs. With his physical condition, how could it be possible to complete the murder plan alone? In addition, he acted so calmly. Besides, his words were so well-organized that others couldn't find any flaws.

So, did she really get him wronged?

Or were there some ghosts...haunting in this villa?

Janice had so many doubts in her mind. She felt creep, and she didn't come to her senses for a long time.

"Knock! Knock!"

A short and powerful knock on the door suddenly sounded in the silence, frightening Janice in thought.

After a short pause, the knock on the door sounded again.

Janice finally came to her senses. She took a deep breath and shouted, "Who is outside?"

"It's me, Gavin."0000000