Chapter 662
The Heiress Strikes Back
662 Case Implicated
Sharon nodded, indicating that she had indeed heard what Aaron shared. Then, she looked at a few photos and said, âShe had many wounds on her body, especially her back, but from the position, she didnât hurt any vital parts. The reason she died was because she was hit by something hard on her head?â
âThatâs right.â Aaron looked at Sharon in admiration. Sharon could actually manage to tell this information so easily. He had spent a lot of money to find out about this.
âNot only that, according to the angle and position of her wound, itâs very likely that the murder had used his left hand to commit the crime.â
âItâs also possible that the murderer deliberately used his left hand, right?â Aaron asked.
âHas this girlâs blood been checked?â Sharon suddenly frowned and said.
âI donât think so...â Aaron was a little curious as to why Sharon would ask this.
Sharon brought the photo close to her eyes and said, âLook at this place on her body. This thing is called plum coloring. Itâs obvious that she became like this because she was injected with poison.â
âBut it should be very difficult for us to get such a test report, right?â Aaronâs expression revealed an inexplicable bitterness.
âIf Iâm not wrong, she was injected with formaldehyde. Look at the color of her nails. Thereâs probably no mistake.â
What kind of deep hatred could make someone hurt such a girl so badly? She was stabbed, poisoned, and hammered. The person could clearly choose any one of them to kill her, so why did he use all three killing methods?
âThen is your friend usually such a violent person?â Sharon couldnât help but ask.
âNot only is he not violent, but heâs also honest.â A voice suddenly sounded. Sharon turned around and met Wallyâs face.
âYouâre Aaron? The last person George contacted was you?â Wally didnât expect Sharon to be here and couldnât help but look at her.
âAlthough he contacted me, I donât know where he is now.â Aaron seemed to have experience being questioned by the police and told Wally what George had told him that day.
âDidnât this happen in Port City? Why are you involved in the investigation?â Sharon followed Wally out the door and got into Wallyâs car. She couldnât help but ask.
âWho is the victim? Why was she there that night? I heard from Aaron that there were other videotapes?â
Sharon kept throwing out questions like she had a hundred thousand questions. Wally only glanced at her indifferently and didnât say anything.
âI know about this!â Aaron sat beside Sharon and whispered, âSheâs a professional in a special industry... Itâs...â
âA sex worker?â Sharon looked at Aaronâs hesitant expression and knew that this womanâs identity didnât seem to be that good.
Aaron nodded, her eyes still very anxious. âYoung Madam, I hope you can help me find Brother George...â
âAre the two of you done? This is a police matter. Donât interfere.â Wallyâs tone was impatient.
Sharon pursed her lips at the document. âSince we know about it, why donât you tell us?â
Just as he finished speaking, Wallyâs phone rang. He hurriedly picked up the call and agreed, indicating for Sharon and Aaron to sit tight.
Immediately after, he quickly drove towards the Novartis branch office. When he walked into the Novartis branch office, Wally showed his identification card. âPolice, is there a person called Randy in your company?â
Hearing this name, Sharon became nervous. Randy was Novartisâ pharmaceutical doctor. How could he be involved in this?
âHeâs not in the company now.â Two voices sounded at the same time. Sharon turned to face a woman.
âDoctor Lyra!â The receptionist quickly stood up when she saw the woman who spoke and introduced her to Wally. âThis is Doctor Randyâs wife, Lyra.â
Wally only glanced at Lyra, then turned to Sharon and asked, âYou know this person too?â
âI just saw him today. He was at the pharmaceutical exhibition. Could he be involved in the case?â Sharon was in disbelief. She didnât expect her subordinates to be involved.
âPlease come back to the venue with us.â Wally looked at Lyra. Along the way to the exposition venue, Wally rarely spoke. Even when Lyra asked a question, Wally only replied briefly.