Chapter 197 Chaos
"Thank you for your help, Gnaji, I will remember this day."

Under the watchful eyes of the campus police at the entrance and exit, York walked out of Shekeka College, came to the street and smiled at the cell phone that was talking on it.

His tall figure and outstanding temperament made him stand out among the students. Not only the male students but also the female students would always subconsciously glance at Yorks.

"You're welcome, York." Gnaji's voice came with a little joy.

"For me, this is just a matter of words. The details depend on your friend. Did he successfully pass the interview?"

York said calmly: "Yes, my friend Jules said that Mr. Oliver was very enthusiastic and left a good impression on him, but unfortunately, after visiting, Jules said that the school was not suitable for him."

"Ah, that's it."

Genaji was a little surprised: "Do you want me to find a few more good schools?"

York said, "No, Gnaji, he decided to go somewhere else."

His identity was fake, and now that he has retired successfully, how could he continue?

Gnaji was stunned: "Well, I thought..."

York smiled and said, "Let's play golf together someday when we are free, Gnaji."

For these people, golf is not a recreational sport, but a social one.

"Yeah, okay." Genaji understood what he meant and smiled.

Yorks hung up the phone without any emotion on his face. Genaji was just a worker under the Sheffield family. He was not that important actually, although he was a supervisor in educational administration.

After hanging up the phone and cutting the cord, Yorks did not put away his phone. Instead, he followed the students and stopped on the street where they usually took taxis. He continued to look for Chris's phone number and dialed it.

It is conceivable that Chris and Gregory should be very busy now. After investigating the scene, they will naturally start to face the first suspect.

Chris's cell phone rang, and York subconsciously looked forward. Coincidentally, he was standing in the widest area of ​​the intersection, and in front of him was the highway that stretched forward.

It was already past five o'clock.

As the sun sets, the sunset glow in the sky is as fiery and dazzling. The outlines of the buildings become soft and warm under the reflection of the sunset glow. All these things combine to form a beautiful scene with distinct layers.

York looked at the scenery on the avenue in front of him with admiration in his eyes. He loved these fragmented pieces of life.

But before he could immerse himself in it for long, Chris's voice on the phone interrupted his thoughts.

"Hello, York?"

Yorkshi listened to the words that had always been confirmed first, and said calmly: "It's me."

After the other party confirmed it, Chris's voice came: "It seems that you have a result?"

"What do you think I found?"

"Well? Surprise or shock?"

"I found the second envelope, a D-cup bra, and a lipstick in Jonathan's office," York said with emotion.

"I initially suspected that Jonathan had cheated on his wife."

York's voice rang in the car. Chris looked at Gregory in the passenger seat, saw his frowning expression, shrugged and spoke into the phone.

"That's good news, York. Now there's even more suspicion about Jonathan."

Yorks felt the same way: “Yeah.”

Chris continued, "So what's the message on the card?"

Yorks told the information on the card truthfully:
[We pretend to be handsome and doting husbands, sweet and affectionate wives]
The sound echoed in the car, but it made Chris and Gregory feel inexplicably cold.

"Huh? Lewd professor, slutty student?" Chris said, "I blushed. Edu and I only sent each other cards."

Suddenly hearing about Chris and her husband's past, York smiled and said, "Chris, you are simpler than I thought."

"Heh." Chris sneered: "So this brown house is the location of the next clue."

"I think so." York saw an empty taxi and waved his hand.

"This step depends on you. I didn't touch Jonathan's office at all."

Even all traces were erased, York added in his mind.

Chris said: "Don't worry, I will tell you when there is news."

After confirming that the taxi driver saw his gesture, York said calmly, "So what was the situation of your on-site investigation?"

Chris said: "I will send it to your phone, I think you should have more experience."

"OK."

All the information had been exchanged, and York finally said, "Don't forget my overtime pay."

"mean."

Before Chris could finish her complaints, Yorks hung up the phone, walked towards the taxi that had stopped in front of him, opened the door, sat in, and took out his cell phone.

"Where are you going, sir?"

"The intersection of Lincoln Avenue and Broadway." Yorks answered casually and looked at his cell phone which had begun to vibrate.

"Okay, sir." After getting the address, the driver drove slowly. He glanced at York who had been looking at his mobile phone and didn't dare to say a word, for fear of disturbing the customer.

At this time, Yorks had seen the image of the kitchen. He knew what the image meant and also knew that it was a bloodstain image generated by infrared development technology.

Based on this image alone, the word York could imagine was heavy bleeding.

The scale in the image can only be achieved if the victim bleeds profusely.

However, after reading it, Yorks felt a strange feeling lingering in his heart that would not go away.

If Jonathan was the murderer, would he be so foolish as to direct and act in this crime?
At the same time, what exactly is this so-called clue?

With just these two points forming in his mind, York felt more and more that Jonathan might not be the murderer.

He has seen too many reversals. When all the doubts are attributed to one person, the reversal will probably be shocking.

"Someone who can become a professor shouldn't be so stupid." York shook his head, read all the messages and put away his phone.

He lacked more information, and he believed that when all the information was gathered, he would be close to the truth.
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"Any ideas?"

At the same time, Chris put away her phone and looked at Gregory who was deep in thought in the passenger seat.

Gregory glanced at the car window. They had just walked out of the house of Dasha, the so-called best friend of the missing person Sinovi.

"No idea." Gregory sighed.

"Now I only have one feeling, that is chaos. To describe it in one word, it is a mess."

Chris raised her eyebrows, started the engine, pushed the lever, stepped on the accelerator, drove the car away from the spot, and drove towards the detective bureau.

She knew how Gregory felt. The more information he had, the more conflicts his thoughts would have and the more confused he would feel.

After all, she felt the same way, but one of the elements of solving a case is to connect these mixed information into a complete thread.

(End of this chapter)