Chapter 46: Encounter with a Fugitive Murderer
The plane landed at the airport in City A of Country Q With just a turn, the woman codenamed Scorpion vanished into the crowd.
Mamster looked around reluctantly.
A few minutes later.
A woman walked out of
the women’s restroom at
com at the alport
Munster glanced at her, perhaps more accurately described as a girl. She had loose chestnut hair, no makeup, yet she was strikingly captivating.
The girl brushed past Munster.
About an hour later, this girl appeared at the old Kashi family residence.
She was Irene.
Opening the door, the house was crowded with visiting neighbors,
Emma ran over to greet her, Yuna warmly hugged Trene, then gave Ensma a hug too.
Emma extended her hand.
Irene glanced at her, and Emma, disheartened, put her hand down.
Yuna glanced at the pretty little girl, smilingly said, “Where’s Doca? I brought some food for her.”
Emma puffed out her cheeks and pointed to the kitchen behind her.
Yuna smiled and entered the house.
She didn’t know that a moment ago, Emma intended to knock her over.
After all, Emma had a fear of skin contact
trene saw that Madame Kashi was happily chatting with the neighbors, so she didn’t disturb her.
Trene Took Emma to her room and pulled out a necklace from her neck.
Emma tilted her head, “Is this a gift?”
Her eyes brightened.
Irene patted her head, “Yes, does it look familiar?”
Emma held the necklace, staring at it for a long time without saying a word.
Irene sighed sortly, looking at Emma with a gentle, sisterly gaze.
It was her brother’s beepsake
“Liene!” Madame Kashi looked at Trene retuming home, very happy. “Did you enjoy your trip?”
Irene smiled, “It was wonderful, a small island with vast jangles and coastlines, the sky was very blue.”
Madame Kashi laughed, “Good, good Decker was finally caught and jailed, it’s such a celief, he won’t harm people anymore!”
irene, did you se
see Decker being taken away when you came home a few days ago? I didn’t get a chance to ask you. There was no prior warning?”
Irene smiled, “No, they were suddenly calen away during the competition.
Madame Kashi pondered, “Who could have done it?”
Emma seriously pointed at herself.
Madame Kashi thought she was trying to cheer her up and laughed, “Don’t joke around, you’re just a child, not going to school isn’t a good thing either.”
“Speaking of which, frene should be taking her college entrance exams soon.
Irene smiled, “Yes.”
Madame Kashi raised her cane, seemingly about to hit Irene, but It Landed gently on her, “You’re about to take your exams, why aren’t you studying? What’s going on!”
Irene said, “Grandma, you’re right, I’ll make a study plan tonight.”
Irene added, “Grandma, there’s one more thing. After Decker was jailed, some officials believe his opposition to private detectives was for personal gain, so they proposed to reintroduce the bill allowing private detective agencies this year”
Madame Kashi was stunned.
Wer lips trembled, after awhile, she said, “I need to think carefully about reopening the detective agency.”
Irene had anticipated Madame Kashi’s reaction, she didn’t press further, just said, “Grandina, muce private detectives will improve police investigation skills, this In the rattish effect.”
Theraffish elleri refers to putting a catfish in a tank of sardines to keep t
geep them active.
Madame Kasla, being very knowledgeable, understood lene’s point.
aken, muttering to
do herself, “Let me think about it.”
Chapter de Encounter with a Fugitive Murderer
After all, the past incidents had left a shadow in the old lady’s heart, which couldn’t be resolved quickly.
Late at night.
Emina pulled out a small cardboard box from under the bed, carefully took out some parts.
She assembled the seemingly old parts into a laptop within minutes
She held the laptop, showing Icene the data inside.
“sister Irene, based on my investigation, I found strange files in the FBI archives, i think Decker might just be a pawn used to frame Grandma.”
Irene’s eyes harbored something dark and terrifying.
She lightly tapped the glass that made a crisp sound, smiling slightly. “The person who framed Grandma back then is not in City A, but in the capital, City D.”
The night wind softly blew through the treetops.
to City D.”
Irene took a sip of the caramel milk Madame Kashi had made in the afternoon, “It’s been a long time since I went back to
Emma blinked and tried to sneak away.
Irene said faintly, “You should go to school, we must return.”
Realizing her intention was discovered, Emma put on a sweet smile to cover it up, “not the private detective agency needs me to help with cleaning and receiving clients!”
“You’re not 18 yet, minors aren’t allowed to work Otherwise, I would be jailed.”
Emma immediately deflated.
She looked up pitifully at Irene, swallowing her words.
But you’re the queen of the mercenary world!
And you obey the law…
Irene watched Emma leave with a grievance, a smile flickering in her eyes,
The next day.
The morning sunlight was just night, the alarm clock buzzed on the nightstand.
A fair arm stretched out from the soft blanket to press the alarm clock
Irene opened her laptop, satisfied to see the deposit from last night’s client.
After all, starting a detective agency requires initial client accumulation
However, this job had nothing to do with the dark web.
It was Irene looking for work as a detective on a regular online platform, someone found her, asking for help to find their missing cat.
The cat had a GPS tracker, but the client’s mobile device couldn’t display the specific location.
A simple technical issue.
After confirming this was just a technical problem, Madame Kashi happily sent the two out.
On the streets of July, a tall and a small girl walked together.
The taller one had her long hair tied up, looking particularly smart, her tall and slender legs drawing many looks from passersby; the smaller one wore a baseball
her cound eyes especially bright.
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Irene had no intention of taking any transportation.
Emma, cooped up at home all day, had obviously forgotten her advice to exercise more.
Today, it would be a marathon workout.
They walked through the streets, passed through the Winnalles Wetland Park, and at the foot of the park’s hill, they met a seated boy.
The boy, about seventeen or eighteen, wore a simple T–shirt, and faded jeans.
He sat there, staring blanidy ahead.
Emma tugged at Irene’s sleeve, whispering, “I know this person.”
Irene frowned.
How did a bomebody like Emma know this boy?
Emma whispered, “I saw him on the news, the internet says he’s a murderer.”
“The recent high school pisoning case that’s been very popular online.”
with Emma’s reminder, tiene remembered, she had seen the report during ber leisure time
