Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

The old man shrugged. "Don't monopolize her, Philippa. She belongs to Mori Yuesa. Both of you have obviously spent all your time with you, so much so that on the lawn..."

asshole.

The old man saw everything.

——Miles' bedroom window faces the lawn.

"Mr. Miles."

"I have to say first, I didn't mean it. I just happened to open the curtains to let in some sun... Well, my age doesn't allow me to watch anything too exciting."

Nagini pushed her hair from her forehead and smiled sweetly.

"Your age should allow you to skip a few meals, right?"

Chapter 27 Arrest and Charges

"Where were you?"

"In bed."

"Are you sleeping?"

"I woke up."

The sound of turning pages.

"I'm sorry, you just said you were sleeping."

"I woke up later."

"When?"

"That's when Tina screamed."

"And then you lost your temper and killed her with a sharp weapon?"

The boy was handcuffed, with veins bulging out of his fists: "I said - I didn't kill Tina!"

Are you still angry?

The police officer who was taking notes was even angrier.

A girl in her prime was killed so cruelly.

"If you can't calm down, we'll talk again in two hours." The policeman tapped the table with a pen: "Rod Laner, you are now charged with second-degree murder. Unless a miracle happens, you will probably stay in prison for life."

"I don't think so?"

The boy had long lost the high spirits he had during the picnic a few days ago. His leather jacket, which he was not afraid of the heat, was taken off at the door. At this moment, he was only wearing a rough white vest.

"I...didn't kill Tina. She was my girlfriend, how could I kill her..."

Rhode grabbed his hair in pain: "Please believe me, how dare I..."

dong dong.

The policeman knocked on the table again.

"You were the only one present at the time of the crime, right?"

"…Yes."

"Based on the blood spray location and fingerprint analysis, you were next to the deceased. Very close, right?"

"…Yes."

The policeman put down his pen and looked at Rhodes in scrutiny: "According to what you said, a 'mysterious' force lifted Tina up and threw her on the ceiling. Then, her body, or more precisely, her abdomen, was cut countless times by an invisible weapon."

"is it?"

"Yes."

"Do you think we are stupid?" The policeman was furious and slammed the table: "Tell me! Little bastard, where did you hide the murder weapon?"

I don't…

I didn't kill Tina.

knock knock.

The door was pushed open a crack.

"Parker."

"team leader."

"Let's go here first." Thompson shook his head slightly.

The case of Rod Laner is now a matter of great concern to the entire police force.

I probably won't be able to sleep these days.

"team leader?"

The middle-aged policeman who interrogated Rhodes pushed open the door and came out. The anger on his face did not dissipate for a long time. "He insists on his lies."

——If the murder weapon cannot be found, it will be almost impossible to prove that Rod Laner killed Tina.

The police cannot make inferences of guilt.

The chain of evidence must be complete.

The trouble is, there is indeed no sign on the body of the deceased Tina that Rod had 'harmed' her.

A few scratches and bruises from fighting, including the opponent's hair...

——It is impossible for a person not to struggle when she is dying, as if she was really killed by an "invisible" thing.

Of course, these are not important. Thompson believes that Rod just did it more carefully.

"father!"

Nancy pushed open the door of the police station and ran in.

Donald Thompson glanced at his daughter and said to his team members, "Lock him up first, and let Garcia search around the lake and on seldom-visited paths." This case should be confirmed as long as the murder weapon is found.

As long as we find the murder weapon.

Parker nodded, said hello to Nancy, and turned back to the interrogation room.

"dad…"

"follow me."

Thompson's face darkened as he dragged his daughter into his office.

"sit down."

The man held his gun, pointed at the chair opposite him, and sat down himself.

Look at Nancy.

A daughter who makes me worry.

"dad…"

"I told you not to get involved with those shady people." Thompson started by scolding, "Look at what you've done? Getting involved in a murder case?"

“I just live downstairs…”

The man sneered: "With whom?"

Nancy bowed her head and said nothing.

"Glenn, huh? The 'nobleman'? Look at his parents, they look down on everyone just because they have a little money - Nancy, I told you."

"We were just watching a movie..."

"Don't think I don't know what you four are doing at Tina's house." As a father, Thompson was extremely, extremely, extremely disgusted with the other three - two, after all, one was dead.

He had a strong dislike for those kids.

He thought they were the ones who led Nancy astray.

You see, as the sheriff, he has no time to spend with his daughter; her mother is an alcoholic and still has no time to spend with her daughter.

——Can’t her daughter live a good life on her own?

——Not every child without parents is like this.

——Why does she have to hang out with those rubbish?

"You already enjoy the 'privilege'," Thompson warned his daughter: "As a person involved in this case."

"Rod wouldn't kill Tina..." Nancy retorted quietly. She was a little afraid of her father, but once it came to her friend... she couldn't let him be accused of murder for no reason.

Tina died at the hands of that weirdo.

Ghost in the dream.

"Do you know what you are talking about? Are you defending a murderer? Do you know how bad Rod Laner's behavior is? He tortured and killed a girl who was less than 20 years old!"

Thompson banged on the table, and the police officer who heard the noise pushed the door open and took a look. Then his captain glared at him and he closed the door carefully...

"At the time of the crime, you and your boyfriend were on the first floor. There was only the deceased and Rod Laner on the second floor. You tell me, he wasn't the one who killed her?"

No.

Nancy bit her lip and shook her head.

Seeing this, my father said nothing more, picked up the phone and dialed.

"Maggie?"

It's Nancy's mother.

"I don't know what you do every day, soaking in damn alcohol? You'd better keep a close eye on your daughter, Maggie. If you don't want to see me send her to jail one day..."

Nancy vaguely heard shrill abuse coming over the phone.

After my father hung up the phone angrily, he smashed the phone on the table.

boom!

Nancy shuddered.

"Don't let me see any of your bad friends for the time being."

"dad…"

"If you don't obey, I'll have your mother lock you up at home. You don't want that, do you?" Thompson clearly had the wrong idea about the word 'father': authority and control. That's fine for a king, but a father...

It's hard to say.

"Dad...can I see Rod?"

"You think I'll allow you to see that murderer?"

"He's not—"

"That's all. Go home. It's my job, Nancy. Don't give me any trouble."

Nancy anxiously moved her chair forward and leaned over the table: "Dad, believe me, I can prove that Rod is not the murderer."

is it?

You're making light of a case that has given so many police officers and forensic doctors a lot of trouble?

Thompson felt that his daughter might have been hanging out with those bad friends for too long.

"Do you think this is playing house?"

"Dad!" Nancy screamed and stood up, rushing forward regardless: "It's too late! Take me to see Rod! I have to remind him not to sleep! Tina was killed by the ghost in her sleep--!"

As a sheriff, one day, your daughter tells you that the cause of death of the deceased in this case was that a magician shot a fireball from 500 meters away and killed him.

Thompson increasingly suspected his daughter was taking drugs.

He was about to say something when the door was violently pushed open.

It’s still that police officer.