Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime-Chapter 230 - : The Possibility of Turning Over
Chapter 230: Chapter 230: The Possibility of Turning Over
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Marcel Jefferson didn’t answer, looking towards Purple Summers.
Purple Summers calmly asked him, “Did you commit a murder?”
Such a direct question, it took Caspian Maple some time to react, before he stuttered, “…No, I didn’t kill anyone!”
“If you didn’t kill anyone, then there’s still hope for the case.” Purple Summers had a faint smile on her lips.
Listening to her, little Marcel standing beside her didn’t feel relaxed at all.
Every murderer who got caught said they hadn’t killed anyone, but what of the actual fact?
He glanced at Purple, thinking: She couldn’t really believe what Caspian Maple said, right? Don’t be too naive, miss…
Caspian Maple began talking about the day of the incident.
On November 2nd, he happened to pass the kindergarten and saw Nana Rowe standing alone by the roadside. With good intentions, he approached her, and Nana Rowe asked if he could take her home. He agreed to the little girl’s request, buying her candy and a jump rope—
Caspian Maple slowly recounted, his low voice echoed in the empty visiting room.
“Do you know how many days are left before the court hearing?” Purple Summers suddenly interrupted him.
Caspian Maple was dumbfounded by her question, “…Six days?”
“Yes, six days, not counting the time we have for eating and sleeping, we have less than one hundred hours to investigate and gather evidence.”
Purple Summers leaned slightly forward, her clear eyes showing a hint of cold sharpness under the light, “So, let’s not waste any more time, shall we?”
Caspian Maple was taken aback, and his face slightly flustered as he said, “Aren’t you my lawyers? Aren’t you supposed to help me?”
“I’m sorry, but we haven’t taken your case yet.” Purple Summers seemed indifferent, lightly shaking her head, “If you continue lying, then we’ll never take this case.”
“I didn’t lie.” Caspian Maple’s face turned red with anger and he gritted his teeth, “I didn’t kill anyone!”
“No, you lied.” Purple Summers’ tone was very light, but also very certain.
She looked cute and delicate, a youthful girl modelled of fine jade, yet there was a hidden sharpness in her eyes that seemed far beyond her years.
A feeling of fear rose in Caspian Maple, and with guilt, he averted his eyes, not daring to look directly into Purple Summers’ eyes.
“If you truly wanted to help Nana Rowe get home, why didn’t you try to contact her parents? There were so many toys in the supermarket, why did you choose a jump rope? You and Nana Rowe were separated on Peaceful Avenue, where there was nothing but old demolished houses. What were you doing there with her?”
A series of questions changed Caspian Maple’s expression, and even Marcel was surprised by them, looking towards Purple Summers.
If you keep asking like this, miss, it will only make Caspian Maple’s suspicion even greater!
Purple Summers’ voice was calm and emotionless, with a hint of hidden coldness: “Caspian Maple, you should be grateful that this murder is a serial killing, otherwise you wouldn’t have any chance to turn the tables!”
Upon hearing this, Caspian Maple’s face turned pale, and he bowed his head in silence.
Marcel looked bewildered, whispering to Purple Summers, “Why does it being a serial killing give him a chance to turn the tables?”
“Because of the time,” Purple Summers said, “The first victim in this serial murder appeared three and a half years ago when he should have been only eighteen… No, to be accurate, just turned seventeen. It’s not very likely that a seventeen-year-old boy could commit such a flawless murder.”
Marcel touched his nose. What was he doing when he was seventeen? Playing basketball, video games, and pursuing female classmates…
But just because of this, they concluded that Caspian Maple wasn’t the murderer? It still seems very far-fetched…
Marcel instinctively looked towards Purple Summers.
