Chapter 893

The face was blue and purple, there were foams coming out from the

corners of his mouth, the eyes were tightly closed, and the veins on the

eyelids seemed to be popping out. It looked terrible.

The face of Mr. Walsh looked exactly the same as Stephanie!

She could never forget the day Stephanie died.

At that time, she received a threatening phone call from the murderer,

who used a vocal processor, and then she rushed to the Warner

residence.

When she broke into the room with her gun, she was stunned. The

murderer was nowhere to be found.

Next to the luxurious European-style king-size bed, Stephanie's body

was curled up on the floor facing the bed.

Stephanie's body was still warm at that time. She went up and turned

Stephanie over, only to see that Stephanie's face was purple, there

were foams around the corners of her mouth, her eyes were tightly

closed, and the veins on her eyelids were popping and horrible.

This scene was then deeply rooted in her mind.

She would never forget it.

This had been an unsolved case even since then.

They found only painkillers from Stephanie's blood.

Now, Mr. Walsh died exactly the same way and there wasn't even a

murderer.

It was exactly the same!

What did this say?

She remembered Karl once reassured her that when a case sank to the

bottom, there was no clue and nothing could be done. The best thing to

do was to wait quietly for the next similar case to take place again.

Killing was addictive. If the murderer could kill anyone at will without

even having to worry about getting caught, the murder simply would

never stop.

Sooner or later, it would simply do it again.

And right now, after four years.

There was finally a similar case!

Joyce couldn't help but cover her lips. Her lips were cold and icy and

there was a thin layer of cold sweat on her hands, she felt her scalp

tingling, and she was sweating all over.

She couldn't tell if she's scared at the moment, or if she's feeling

something else. She felt tensed up already, as if a cold snake had

crawled up her spine.

It was certain that Mr. Walsh was killed by Otis.

Stephanie's death could not have been the work of Otis, who did not

even know Charlotte at the time, but since the same killing method was

used today, it could only mean it had something to do with the military.

Military...

What could Ricky have used from the military to kill Stephanie?

At this moment, she was almost certain that Stephanie's death that

year, although no evidence was ever found, must have been the work

of Charlotte and Ricky!

Just as she was dazed and stunned, a police officer saw her and

bellowed, "Who are you? What are you doing there!"

Joyce was stunned, and she was going to say she lived in Hotel

Dragon.

On second thought, such a lie would be easy to unravel. She better not

lie.

“I'm sorry. I took a wrong turn and got in the way of your business. I'll

leave now." She nodded apologetically, gathered her collar, and turned

to leave.

The officer took a few more glances at her and reprimanded, "Don't you

see the cordon in front of you? And you are still coming in? Nowadays,

women are too bold. Someone died here. What's it that is so

interesting?"

At this point another officer came forward.

“That's not right. How can she take the wrong way? The cordon is so

obvious, and there is no other road ahead. This woman is very

suspicious. However, she looks somewhat familiar..."

“Yes, I think she looks familiar too. Why don't you open up the name list

and take a look? You should be able to find all the people involved in

this case.”

"Good." The other officer opened his own phone to look it up, and

suddenly his eyes widened.

"Here it is, here it is! Look, it's the woman from earlier.” He pointed to

the photo in his phone, "She's one of the suspects named by the

younger Mr. Walsh. Zora Knowles, from Mufron, the president of JK

Intelligence. According to the statement of the younger Mr. Walsh, they

have a serious problem with this woman, and the younger Mr. Walsh

shouted quite excitedly right here that she is the murderer.”

"Quickly, contact our colleagues downstairs and stop her."

Another officer pinched the communicator clipped to his lapel, "A

female suspect Zora Knowles is going downstairs, stop her

immediately.”

"Roger, roger!" An answer came over the comm from the other side.

“Luckily you were sharp and we almost let her get away. Mr. Walsh is

dead and she came to the scene herself. It's too suspicious!"

"However, just now we also checked the hotel surveillance. From

beginning to end, that woman did not appear in Hotel Dragon? How is it

possible?"

"No matter. Since she was in the list, and she appeared in the scene for

no reason. We can first bring her back for questioning!"

At this time, Joyce took the elevator to the first floor.

Her mind was blank, and she was still unable to recover from the

shock.

When she walked to the door, suddenly several police officers

surrounded her.

"Excuse me, are you Zora Knowles?"

Joyce froze and responded, "I am."

"Sorry, according to the statement from the victim's family, you are in

the list of suspects, and you suddenly appeared at the scene. Please

come with us to the police station to make a statement.” A police officer

said in a stern voice.

"Do you have a warrant? I am a Mufron citizen and enjoy diplomatic

immunity, so you can't just question me." Joyce said coldly. She was

not afraid to be questioned, but she just left Blue Ocean in a hurry, and

Anderson was still at home. She was worried about the child.

“I'm sorry, but since you were there, we have the right to take you away

for questioning directly. It has nothing to do with diplomatic immunity.”

The officer didn't buy it, and he winked at the other two officers.

They crowded up to Joyce and tried to tackle her arm.

Joyce frowned as she gingerly dodged, "Don't touch me. I'll go on my

own."

It seemed that today she would inevitably have to go to the police

station.

She was on the list of suspects, and she thought it must be the younger

Mr. Walsh, who thought she was a suspect. After all, she had stabbed

the younger Mr. Walsh's hand with a fork, and now the older Mr. Walsh

was Killed. It was inevitable that the younger Mr. Walsh would point the

finger at her.

Was Otis crazy? Was killing someone as simple as crushing an ant to

him? He killed the older Mr. Walsh directly and called her as if nothing

was wrong, saying that it was a sincere gift to her.

When did she ever need such sincerity? To kill to show her sincerity?

Was it a warning to her?

God, such an evil man. It's horrible.

Suddenly she felt that her proximity to Otis was far more dangerous

than she had imagined.

She walked over to the police car and got into the rear seat.

Two police officers followed in the car, "Excuse me now. You will need

to come with us."

With the sharp, piercing sound of the police siren, the police car sped

away.