Chapter: 409

Charlie froze for a moment: "It's me, officer, what's the matter?"

The police officer winked at his companions and took out steel handcuffs.

As the two companions circled around, he said to Charlie with a serious expression, "You are suspected of a murder case, and we want to arrest you."

"Murder?" Charlie was surprised, terrified and puzzled.

Lumian also raised his eyebrows in astonishment.

"Mrs. Alice is dead!"

"What?" Charlie couldn't believe his ears.

Lumian was also surprised, and cast a sympathetic look at Charlie.

Seeing the two companions walking upstairs, the police officer who handcuffed Charlie briefly explained: Charlie was terrified and confused: "How could it be, how could she die..."

"She was alive when I left, really! I swear to Saint-Viève!"

"According to the preliminary autopsy report, the time of Mrs. Alice's death was between 11:00 and 1:00 am last night, and apart from you and Mrs. Alice, there were no traces left by anyone else."

Maybe others are not human? Thinking of the ghost of Montsouris, Lumian couldn't help but slander.

At this moment, a policeman who had quietly left just now came down from the fifth floor, holding a shining diamond necklace in his left palm wearing a white glove.

"I don't! Did you hear that? I didn't!" Charlie yelled, struggling.

This had no effect, and he was carried away from the "Golden Rooster Hotel" by two policemen.

At this time, several tenants had heard the sound and came to the stairs and saw this scene.

This includes Gabriel, who seems to have just stayed up all night to finish a draft.

"Do you think it was Charlie who did it?" Lumian looked thoughtfully at the empty corridor and asked the playwright beside him.

Gabriel came out early and understood roughly what had happened to Charlie.

He shook his head and said, "I don't believe Charlie did it. He's not a good guy, but he's not a bad guy either."

Gabriel pushed the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose: "He was cheated of money before and almost starved to death, but he never thought of stealing things from our neighbors.

"This shows that he either has his own principles and bottom line, or he is very afraid of the law. Either way, it is enough to prove that he will not murder that wife."

Lumian nodded first, and then laughed lowly: "But people are impulsive and change."

After speaking, he went up the stairs to the fifth floor.

This is the top floor of the "Golden Rooster Hotel". The ceiling above has large areas of traces of being wet and dried by water. It seems that some water will seep when it encounters heavy rain.

Lumian walked to the door of Room 504 where Charlie lived, took out the small piece of wire that he carried with him, and opened the wooden door. Charlie's suitcase, bed, and wooden table were all turned over by the two policemen before, and various items were placed in a mess, but their number was quite limited.

——When I was drinking and chatting with Charlie in the basement bar before, Lumian heard him mention that when he was unemployed, he went to the pawnshop to mortgage the only suit of formal clothes, mortgaged a lot of things, until now he was unable to redeem them.

Stepping inside, Lumian suddenly saw a portrait as his eyes moved slowly.

Taped to the wall opposite the bed, it depicts a woman in a long green dress.

The woman looked about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, with brown-red hair, green eyes, red lips, delicate face, and elegant temperament.