At this time, her palm moved back and forth uncontrollably, and soon on the surface of the paper appeared desks, oriel windows, ink bottles, revolvers and other objects.

And on the oriel window, there was a figure reflected.

This figure's hair was neatly combed back, silvery white and jet black mixed, broad forehead, high cheekbones, many wrinkles, it was Baron Syndras!

Snapped! The pencil in Daly's hand fell on the paper.

Then she raised her head, and said to Leonard Mitchell, who offered to help, and the two inspectors who were in charge of coordinating the communication: "At the second that Caron committed suicide, there was quite a strong resistance in his heart, that is to say, he There are hints and guidance in suicide, which is not a simple psychological problem, and must involve a higher level of extraordinary power.

"And this kind of contradiction and confrontation caused him to collapse emotionally and explode spiritually. Before he died, he restored his true appearance to a certain extent. This is the frozen picture in his 'eyes'."

The senior inspector next to him frowned and said, "Ms. Simone, what do you mean, the last thing Caron saw was the real murderer? Baron Syndras is indeed the real murderer?"

Leonard Mitchell sneered suddenly: "What you see with your eyes may not necessarily be the same as reality.

"I'm talking about illusion, you may not understand, but if I were the murderer, I could definitely find someone who looks like Baron Syndras, and appeared in the room before Karon committed suicide."

The two inspectors were very satisfied with this explanation, and at the same time they breathed a sigh of relief: "We will immediately arrange for Caron's family to come over, and trouble the two of you to obtain more and more real clues in a way that does not harm them."

"Okay." Daly rubbed the corners of her eyes and said, "I'll go to the bathroom first."

She didn't wear strange eyeshadow and blush this time, except that her skin looked paler, she didn't have any weird feeling at all, and she seemed to be a lot younger, from her early thirties back to her twenties, with bright eyes , The facial features are beautiful.

Leonard Mitchell thought that he would be busy for a long time, so he also left the morgue and walked to the bathroom on the upper floor.

The two of them had just finished walking up the stairs and turned around the corner when they suddenly saw a gentleman with gray sideburns appearing at the other end of the corridor, leading the servant towards the gate of the police station.

This gentleman is mature and elegant, with eyes as deep as a lake under the moon, he is Dawn Dant�s.

Daly Simone was in a daze for a moment, she turned her head thoughtfully, looked at Leonard Mitchell, and found that the dark-haired and green-eyed "poet" was also staring at Dawn Dant�s.

"Why did you suddenly apply to help me before? The members of the Spiritual Sect should be locked up soon, and you don't lack things to do..." Daly didn't give Leonard a chance to find a reason. She paused for a second and asked directly, "Do you think there was something wrong with that gentleman just now?"

Leonard withdrew his gaze and was silent for two seconds and said, "Dawn Dant�s has seen His Excellency the Archbishop."

He intentionally did not affirm or deny, but only mentioned St. Anthony in a seemingly irrelevant answer.

The implication is that His Excellency the Archbishop didn't say that there was something wrong with En Dant�s. As for whether he didn't find out, or simply didn't say anything, then he doesn't know.

Daly nodded her head slightly, her eyes turned to the bathroom introvertedly.

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On Wednesday morning, Audrey Hall, holding the invitation letter, took a carriage and arrived at Pacefield Street where St. Samuel's Church was located.

The soon-to-be-established "Luen Charity and Student Fund" is located at No. 22 of this street. The house belongs to the Church of Evernight and does not need to pay rent.

Before getting off the carriage, Audrey held the invitation letter in her hand and looked at the scenery outside the window, full of expectations for the future.

She will become a board member and work in fundraising and outreach.

After entering the gate of No. 22 Paisfield Street, Audrey saw Dawn Dant�s coming out of the side corridor at a glance.

Wearing a black formal suit and holding a gold-encrusted cane, this handsome and dignified gentleman was communicating with the Foundation staff beside him.

As if aware of Audrey's gaze, Dwayne Dant�s naturally turned his head and looked towards the door. Then his eyes brightened a little, as if he was amazed and saw treasures. Then, he smiled and nodded slightly as a compliment .

Audrey returned a smile with no problems in terms of etiquette, nodded, and followed the staff of the "Luen Charity Student Fund" who greeted her, and walked up the stairs to the second floor. JrNovels.com