It Was You novel Chapter 740

'Is Cassandra's identity really that simple?'

Arthur leaned back in the chair wearily and rubbed his eyebrows. Recently, he was exhausted to deal with this case, but it seemed that the case was heading for an unpredictable abyss.

The truth, seemed to be shrouded in a mist, ethereal and winding, and no one could find out the truth behind the case.

But as police, they had to solve the case and seek justice for the dead, which was their bottom line.

Arthur exhaled a turbid breath, took out a lollipop from his pocket, opened it and put it into his mouth. His eyes were unfocused, and his voice was a little hoarse. "We've found out more and more mysteries about this case. I can't tell you some details for the time being, but from the evidence we've collected, you're indeed innocent, but I can't figure out one thing."

Cassandra's eyes flashed, "You can't figure out why the murderer chose me."

Arthur's throat moved slightly, and there was an unprecedented loss in his eyes. Then he said slowly, "Yes, if the murderer just wants to find a scapegoat, he can choose any person, as long as he can create some false evidence, the scapegoat can't deny it in front of the irrefutable evidence. But why did he choose you?"

Arthur was right. Why did the murderer do that?

If he was trying to frame a scapegoat, it would be much easier to find an ordinary person than to find a well-known star. But the murderer chose her. Was it a coincidence or did he do it on purpose?

Cassandra couldn't figure it out, so she asked Greyson to continue the investigation.

Cassandra scratched her head and said innocently, "Maybe it's the right time. After all, before Lance's death, I was the last person to see him. Generally speaking, the last person to see the dead is more likely to be a suspect."

Hearing this, Arthur kept silent for a few seconds and then shook his head. "No, if it's the right time, there won't be no clues left on the scene, nor any signs of fighting. The scene is too clean, so your fingerprints on the drug bag are more likely to deliberately frame you. There are only two possibilities for this to happen. The first is that Lance indeed committed suicide, and he was obsessed with cleanliness, so the room is so clean without any clue. "

Cassandra frowned, "What about the second situation?"

Arthur's face froze and his voice sank. "The second situation is that the murderer is a person with powerful anti-reconnaissance ability. He has dealt with all the clues that may become evidence at the scene, but this kind of situation is very rare, because few people can completely deal with the evidence at the scene. Moreover, you asked me to check Lance's account before, and we did find the abnormal funds. But the money was transferred from an overseas bank account instead of a counter or an ATM, so we can't find the source of the money. The only useful clue is gone. "

Hearing this, Cassandra's eyes darkened, "In other words, the second situation is possible, isn't it?"

Arthur nodded and said, "I didn't think about it, but today I received a document from the police station. They intend to set up a special team to investigate this case, and they also sent a new comer here."

Cassandra said casually, "New comer? How could a new employee be hired for such a big case? It seems that he has a strong background. "

The members of the so-called special team were basically police with great prestige and strong ability to solve cases. It was difficult for a new comer to enter the police station, let alone the special team.

Arthur looked at Cassandra with a headache and said helplessly, "He does have a deep background, but he is capable. He is just used to being a playboy. It's almost impossible for him to adapt to such a high-intensity work."

Cassandra was intrigued, "Who the hell is this man?"

The two of them talked about the case for a while, then Arthur sent Cassandra back to the parking lot in person. As soon as the two of them arrived, Cassandra saw a light green traffic ticket stuck under the car windshield.

Cassandra was speechless. She was helping Arthur and others solve the case, but she was punished. She was sad...

The ticket might be late, but it would never be absent.

Arthur was also embarrassed. He looked around and found that there was indeed no other place to park. But it was the rule, he couldn't break it first.

Arthur cleared his throat, "This ticket is only a fine without any deduction. You can pay it online. If you have anything that you don't understand, you can call me."

Cassandra was amused. If she couldn't even deal with a ticket, wouldn't she be an idiot?

The two of them pretended to be hypocritical and exchanged pleasantries with each other. Then Arthur walked quickly away. Cassandra took a look at the ticket, took a photo of it and sent it to Martin, followed by two shameless crying emoticons.

A few seconds later, Martin called in.

As Cassandra started the car, she picked up the phone and complained, "Martin, my car is so cool. How can they give me a ticket?"