Chapter 237 A Forced Hand

Daniel weaved his way through the streets on his electric bike, heading towards the area behind

King’s. Upon arriving, he found a crowd gathered nearby. Pushing through, he discovered that

someone had jumped from a building—it was a woman in a King's uniform.

Looking closely, Daniel noticed something off about the woman's complexion; her face bore a tinge

of darkness. It wasn't a willing act; she must have encountered something evil, something that

drove her to jump.

Glancing upward, Daniel spotted a thin veil of black mist enveloping one of the windows on the

thirteenth floor, invisible to the average person because it was the aura of an evil spirit. Only

someone with special abilities, like Daniel, could see it.

If Daniel was correct, the woman must have visited that room on the thirteenth floor before her leap.

At that moment, Medical Examiner Shitstrong finished examining the body and came to a

preliminary conclusion. He reported to Ava, "Detective, it looks like a suicide."

"Suicide?" Ava pondered for a moment, then nodded, "Let's have the staff make a record of it,

complete the procedure, and close the case."

Daniel took a good look at the beautiful woman—it was Ava! The very same person who had

checked him for DUI a few days ago. She was investigating another case now; she wasn't

specialized in this kind of thing.

This server, he believed, was a victim—Daniel felt he must bring justice to light.

He was supposed to buy barbecue for his 'dear' but decided to set that aside to seek justice first.

Stepping forward, he spoke out, "She didn't jump by her own accord, she was harmed by

someone."

Ava looked up, recognizing the familiar pain in the neck after a moment's thought, "You? What scum

is out and about so late? Where's your wife? Doesn't she care about you?"

"How am I scum? That woman last time wasn't my wife; she's just a colleague."

"A colleague? Your colleague would sit in the passenger seat? Your colleague would report you for

drunk driving?"

"Did I drive drunk?"

"No."

"Right! I wasn't drunk driving, which proves she was lying to prank me! So I'm not scum!"

"You're not scum? Then why are you here spouting nonsense? Shitstrong concluded the girl

committed suicide by jumping."

"Suicide by jumping? This is a living, breathing human life we're talking about! You're settling on a

verdict so easily without a thorough investigation?"

"Who said we're concluding easily? From the statements we've taken and the victim's social media

chat records, she was freshly heartbroken. It's that heartbreak that pushed her to the extreme. She

jumped, it's tragic, but indeed a suicide."

"What if there's a second victim whose cause of death is also suicide?" Daniel's question stunned

Ava.

"Second? What second?"

"If I'm right, on the thirteenth floor, there's another person who hung himself!" Daniel pointed to the

window tinged with the spirit's aura, adding, "The person in that room should be a man, most likely

this girl's boyfriend."

Ava looked up to the room Daniel was pointing at. It was the hotel's changing room, number 1313—

the room the girl jumped from.