Bab 680: 223: Murderer (Second Update)

Sylvia Thompson couldn't have imagined that the police would find these things. She was now very anxious, her fingers unconsciously tightening inside her sleeve.

Her knuckles were slightly white from the excessive force.

No.

She couldn't panic now.

She couldn't admit it.

And she couldn't let the police see any flaws in her act.

Sylvia pretended to know nothing and looked up at Maureen Fitzell, "This isn't mine."

Upon hearing this, Maureen frowned slightly.

If it didn't belong to her, and it didn't belong to Sylvia Thompson, then whose was it?

"It's so strange. Who would hide stuff under the floor of my living room?"

Ling put the clothes and the hat separately into a bag, "Of course, it's the murderer."

Although her words were directed at Maureen, Ling's gaze remained fixed on Sylvia.

Her eyes were sharp.

As if they could see through everything.

A criminal suspect?

Maureen widened her eyes and covered her mouth, "Officer Kim, you mean the murderer has been in my house?"