Chapter 522: Inconsistencies
Merasi’s Supreme rank power was on full display as the air moved around her as if to showcase her fury.
“Is this how you show your respect to a Supreme?” Merasi asked, her eyes like a deep abyss that would swallow the old man with not even a single bone remaining.
Holden Callum finally felt something aside from anger. He felt fear.
“You think you can tread all over me just because I try to show some respect for you during your mourning period.”
“If you don’t want there to be two deaths in the family today, LEAVE!” Merasi’s voice thundered all over the Callum household as everyone heard her proclamation.
Holden Callum himself understood that he had done something he shouldn’t have. So, he quickly took back his cane and walked away.
Gassu and Chanam that were behind Merasi felt fear like never before as well. Only Ning didn’t feel fear from Merasi’s stunt just now. However, he did feel surprised.
“I thought we weren’t supposed to be disrespectful,” Ning said softly.
“That’s only true until they stay outside of the line. As soon as they cross it, I don’t care about their reputation,” Merasi said. “Not to mention, he should be younger than me. Someone younger than me showing me this sort of disrespect really irks me.”
“I see,” Ning said. “If you don’t mind me asking, how old are you exactly?”
“Me? Hmm… I should be around 400 years,” Merasi said. “Although, I don’t really keep track of years since I go to sleep a lot of the time.”
Ning was about to ask something when he happened to glance inside a room. ‘That’s weird,’ he thought.
They were on their way to the maid quarters to find the maid who found the dead Higen.
Along the way, there were a lot of rooms, and most of them had one significant item that the victim’s room was missing.
“How much work did you do before we arrived?” Ning softly asked the two detectives.
“Honestly, not much. aside from checking the body and the room, they didn’t really let us do anything until someone from the tower arrived,” the two of them said.
“I see,” Ning said. ‘No wonder they didn’t notice it.’
Ning had wanted to enjoy the mystery aspect of this death, so he hadn’t bothered to ask the system about anything.
Now that he had caught something, he wondered if he should be asking something.
In the end, Ning decided to confirm with the system, rather than ask it anything. So, he would have to wait for a while before he came to some sort of conclusion himself.
They finally reached the maid’s quarters and after asking for the maid, they were led to a room.
Gassu knocked on the door and someone opened the door slightly. An eye peered through with a look of confusion.
“Who might you be?” the girl asked.
“We are the detectives,” Gassu introduced himself. “Are you the maid who found the victim?”
“Oh,” the girl said and opened the door wider. Gassu was about to ask again when he saw a girl wrapped up in blankets at the edge of the bed inside, he knew who he needed to question.
“What’s her name?” Gassu asked the girl who opened the door.
“Friola,” the girl said.
“Friola, we have some questions for you. Can you answer them please?” Gassu asked.
“Friola, if you keep information away from us, we will have to send you to prison under the assumption that it was you who killed lord Higen,” Merasi said.
Chanam looked back at Merasi and said, “that’s not—”
“What? No, I did not kill him,” a shaken voice came out from the blankets as a woman showed herself.
“I’m just doing what I can to get her to talk,” Merasi said to Chanam. “Besides, it’s not like I’m a police who needs to be truthful about everything.”
Merasi walked to the girl and sat on the bed, bringing the bed down about 5 centimeters.
“When did you find him? Give me as accurate of a time as you can,” Merasi asked.
Friola didn’t want to speak, but the threat of being sent to prison scared her. “11:30 in the morning,” she said.
“And, um, this is a hard question to answer but please try,” Merasi said before asking, “Describe exactly what you saw.”
Terror flared in Friola’s eyes as she closed her eyes, as if not wanting to see it.
Still, the vision from this morning lingered in her eye, refusing to leave her sight.
The hanging body, those dead eyes, the tongue that had slipped out of his mouth.
She couldn’t get away from it. She had been traumatized.
“Friola, you have to answer me,” Merasi said.
“He was dead!” she cried out with her hands to her ear. “He was hanging and he was dead. That’s all I saw, I promise,” she said.
“You need to remember more. Think of the surrounding,” Merasi asked.
“No, there was nothing else, just the hanging body,” Friola shouted.
Merasi frowned. It was a little difficult to trust her words right now, not with her refusing to even look at her face.
Ning turned around and looked at the girl who had opened the door.
“How long have you been a maid here?” Ning asked.
“About 8 years now,” the girl said.
“Do you enter the departed lord’s room often?” Ning asked.
“Um, 2 or 3 times a week,” the girl said.
“Then you must know the room by heart,” Ning asked.
“I think so,” the girl said, not understanding what Ning was trying to question.
“What’s the color of the desk in his room?” Ning asked.
“Uh, brownish-red?” the girl said.
“The color of the closet?”
“Brown.”
“The color of the ceiling?”
“White.”
“The color of the walls?”
“Light blue.”
“The color of the rug.”
“Green.”
“And where is that rug?”
The girl stopped. “What do you mean?” she asked.
Ning ignored her and turned to Friola. “Friola, do you know what happened to your departed lord’s green rug?”
“I-I-” she couldn’t say anything, but they all realized that she was hiding something.
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