Chapter 1142

Special Investigation Unit, House of Inspection.

When Luther arrived at the House of Inspection, someone was already

waiting at the door, and someone led him to Karl's office.

Karl was already waiting for Luther.

He was taking a phone call in his hand, and when he saw Luther

coming, he said coldly, "That's it for today. We'll discuss it some other

time, and I have more important things to do."

With that, he hung up and looked up at Luther.

Pointing to the couch in front of him, he said, "Please sit down."

Luther strode in and sat down on the couch, where he took the plastic

bag containing Cecelia's cell phone out of his pocket.

He put it on the coffee table, and pointed out, “The phone is stained

with blood. I have tried to leave it as it is, so you can test it later. It

should be Cecelia's blood."

Karl walked up and sat down diagonally across from him.

After he got the phone out, he tapped on the screen, "This is a special

military phone. Look, there is a special emergency call on the side of

the phone.”

"You open the album and scroll down to the end. There's a picture that

will surprise you." Luther leaned on the sofa with a serious look.

Karl clicked on the album suspiciously with his slender fingers, and kept

sliding down.

Finally, he saw the photo Luther was talking about.

At first, he froze but as usual, he did not show much on his calm face.

"This is a picture of an old photo, so it's not very clear. If it was not an

old photo, I would have thought this is Joyce's photo.”

“It wasn't.” Luther shrugged, "You're so calm. When I saw it, I was

shocked.”

Karl pushed the tea set on the coffee table towards Luther, "The tea I

made before you came is still warm, pour it yourself."

Luther poured himself a cup of tea and sipped it gently.

Karl treated him casually, and it reminded him of the days when they

fought together in the past.

Luther pointed to the photo, "They look just the same. To be precise,

Joyce is simply her copy, and I don't know who the person in the photo

is, exactly.”

"Judging from the paper and the style of the photo, I thought the

woman should be the age of your grandma now."

Karl looked at this photo carefully, suddenly his expression turned

sharp. His originally calm face finally changed, "The background of this

photo ... it looks so familiar.”

He continued to zoom in on the edges of the photo, “The old photo was

placed on a coffee table, and the pattern of the cloth covering the

coffee table ... seems to ... This is ... a photo taken in my home!"

"You mean, Cecelia took the picture at your home?" Luther froze.

Things were completely beyond his imagination.

"Yes, the pattern of the cover cloth on the coffee table looks so familiar.

Yes, it's the same coffee table we use in the Cole residence.” Karl's

experience made him extraordinarily sensitive to subtleties.

"Absolutely it is. Wait a moment.”

Karl said. He took his cell phone and dialed Michal's number.

To make it easier for Luther to hear the conversation, he simply turned

on the speakerphone directly.

A few moments later, the call was answered and Michal's clear voice

came through.

"Yo, Mr. Gregory, what a busy man you are. A son who is already too

busy to call his own mother. Why do you suddenly remember me

today? I'm so flattered!"