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—