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Marcel Jefferson didnât answer, looking towards Purple Summers.
Purple Summers calmly asked him, âDid you commit a murder?â
Such a direct question, it took Caspian Maple some time to react, before he stuttered, ââ¦No, I didnât kill anyone!â
âIf you didnât kill anyone, then thereâs still hope for the case.â Purple Summers had a faint smile on her lips.
Listening to her, little Marcel standing beside her didnât feel relaxed at all.
Every murderer who got caught said they hadnât killed anyone, but what of the actual fact?
He glanced at Purple, thinking: She couldnât really believe what Caspian Maple said, right? Donât be too naive, missâ¦
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 girlâs request, buying her candy and a jump ropeâ
Caspian Maple slowly recounted, his low voice echoed in the empty visiting room.
âDo you know how many days are left before the court hearing?â Purple Summers suddenly interrupted him.
Caspian Maple was dumbfounded by her question, ââ¦Six days?â
âYes, six days, not counting the time we have for eating and sleeping, we have less than one hundred hours to investigate and gather evidence.â
Purple Summers leaned slightly forward, her clear eyes showing a hint of cold sharpness under the light, âSo, letâs not waste any more time, shall we?â
Caspian Maple was taken aback, and his face slightly flustered as he said, âArenât you my lawyers? Arenât you supposed to help me?â
âIâm sorry, but we havenât taken your case yet.â Purple Summers seemed indifferent, lightly shaking her head, âIf you continue lying, then weâll never take this case.â
âI didnât lie.â Caspian Mapleâs face turned red with anger and he gritted his teeth, âI didnât kill anyone!â
âNo, you lied.â Purple Summersâ tone was very light, but also very certain.
She looked cute and delicate, a youthful girl modelled of fine jade, yet there was a hidden sharpness in her eyes that seemed far beyond her years.
A feeling of fear rose in Caspian Maple, and with guilt, he averted his eyes, not daring to look directly into Purple Summersâ eyes.
âIf you truly wanted to help Nana Rowe get home, why didnât you try to contact her parents? There were so many toys in the supermarket, why did you choose a jump rope? You and Nana Rowe were separated on Peaceful Avenue, where there was nothing but old demolished houses. What were you doing there with her?â
A series of questions changed Caspian Mapleâs expression, and even Marcel was surprised by them, looking towards Purple Summers.
If you keep asking like this, miss, it will only make Caspian Mapleâs suspicion even greater!
Purple Summersâ voice was calm and emotionless, with a hint of hidden coldness: âCaspian Maple, you should be grateful that this murder is a serial killing, otherwise you wouldnât have any chance to turn the tables!â
Upon hearing this, Caspian Mapleâs face turned pale, and he bowed his head in silence.
Marcel looked bewildered, whispering to Purple Summers, âWhy does it being a serial killing give him a chance to turn the tables?â
âBecause of the time,â Purple Summers said, âThe first victim in this serial murder appeared three and a half years ago when he should have been only eighteen⦠No, to be accurate, just turned seventeen. Itâs not very likely that a seventeen-year-old boy could commit such a flawless murder.â
Marcel touched his nose. What was he doing when he was seventeen? Playing basketball, video games, and pursuing female classmatesâ¦
But just because of this, they concluded that Caspian Maple wasnât the murderer? It still seems very far-fetchedâ¦
Marcel instinctively looked towards Purple Summers.