Chapter 447 Cold Body, Sealed Lips

Clement’s attention was entirely on Elise’s silver needle. He was so caught up in it that he didn’t respond in time. For a typical man, that couldn’t have been more normal; but for a robotic man, who only responded to orders from their masters, as he was, his daze was significantly notable. It wasn’t until every eye in the room turned to him did he regain his senses and carried Jackson out of the room.

“What do we do with this guy?” Claude pointed at Reuben’s corpse.

“Just leave it be.” Elise tranquilly stated, “I’ll have an expert examine his body tomorrow.” Returning to her room, she logged onto SK System and published a request announcement.

‘Emergency forensic wanted. Requirements: proficient, tacit, confidential. Price doubled.’

Shortly after, a user named “guiltypleasure” sent her a private message. ‘Where.’

Elise swiftly replied, ‘Athesea, Tissote. When?’

The user, guiltypleasure, answered, ‘Tomorrow night. Address.’

After Elise sent over the address, the user logged off.

Very soon, it was already the next day.

Three at dawn, Elise walked out of the courtyard house. After waiting for some time at the gates, she saw a figure slowly approaching from the alley. Then, the figure revealed itself under the streetlight and stopped before Elise.

the forensic officer who

neck while he

you here?”

your problems, of course.” Bartholomew introduced himself,

for words. Guy’s from the Forensic Science Division, so he’s at

means someone here has died to unknown causes, and the chances of it

this?” Elise remained still on the outside as a pair of silver

forensic officer. Even if you don’t trust me, you should trust in SK’s security measures. They wouldn’t let a cop

a gray area had its rules, and anyone who went against the rules meant declaring a war against the entire group. SK had members of different professions all around the world. One could only anticipate death once they

sheathed her needles and turned around into

sitting on a chair in the

door of the room that was containing Jackson. Right when Jackson was thinking that he was about to get rescued, Bartholomew swiftly extended his arm and grabbed the door handle before slamming the door shut. Turning around, he revealed a harmless smirk. “You’re not

overlooked some details. She promised, “Don’t worry. I assure you

couldn’t help but feel wary of him, as if he would stab them

him first, then you, to be

his shoulders and reverted to his

Elise apathetically ordered,

was public. Although there were only Elise and Bartholomew in the room, the

came to a conclusion. “Suicide. Tongue

Claude shot a logical inquiry. “He should still live for a brief moment

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