She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 426

Chapter 426: The Hidden Passage in the Fireplace

The sapphire earrins was adorned with real diamonds, showcasing a beautiful and fashionable design, indicating its substantial value.

It was not something an ordinary person could afford.

Cheyenne faintly felt like she had seen this earring somewhere before, but couldn't recall where exactly.

Frustrated, she wrinkled her face.

"Miss Lawrence, there's no need to rack your brain if you can't remember. We can hand it over to a professional appraisal agency, and they'll likely find some leads," Gordon teased with a smile.

Cheyenne stopped pondering and decided that she'd take a photo and do an online search later.

"Yeah. We also need to take the eyebrow razor back and compare it with the deceased, Jase. That way, we can determine if the earring's owner and the murderer are the same person."

If they match, it would confirm that this is where Jase was killed, the primary crime scene.

Simultaneously, she had another perplexing thought. When she passed through the grassland, there were no footsteps, yet two sets of footprints suddenly appeared on the stairs.

One large, measuring three and a half inches in length and six and a half inches in width-likely a man's footprints.

Judging by the size, the person should weigh between 130 to 140 pounds and be around 5'7" to 5'8" tall.

The other set of footprints, smaller, measuring two inches in length and only four inches wide, indicated a woman.

She should be around 5'6" to 5'7" tall and weigh around 100 pounds.

Even in Akloit, it wouldn't be easy to find a dozen people fitting these descriptions.

The distinct inclination of the left foot towards the side suggested the person was wearing uncomfortable shoes, like high heels.

Gordon, being a professional investigator, quickly contacted a specialized appraisal agency, instructing his assistant to bring the bloodstained eyebrow razor and gemstone earrings.

Once the assistant left, it was only him and Cheyenne, along with a dog.

For some reason, the air felt colder by two degrees.

They went up to the third floor to investigate. The third floor appeared ordinary, with a pile of discarded medical packaging and empty bottles in the corner.

Curiously, Cheyenne asked, "Mr. Murillo, what exactly is this place? I've lived in Akloit for twenty years, but I've never known of such a horrifying and eerie place. It could easily be turned into a haunted house."

It was as if the place had been abandoned by society.

Gordon finally revealed the answer, "Back in the 80s, this used to be a private cosmetic surgery hospital."

"However, one of the doctors suffered severe depression and accidentally killed a customer during a procedure. The hospital couldn't continue to operate."

"Local villagers spread rumors that the doctor was possessed, and his vengeful spirit could still be heard crying in this place."

"Over the years, nobody dared to stay here, and they chose to relocate, especially with the development in the central area of Akloit. This old district gradually became forgotten."

He took the lead and was about to crouch down and investigate by entering the fireplace. Cheyenne reached out and grabbed his sleeve, looking at him with bright eyes. "Be careful," she cautioned.

Gordon nodded and smiled lightly, "Miss Lawrence, don't worry. I'm tough. Such a task is a piece of cake."

"Still, be cautious," she insisted.

The fireplace appeared dark and empty, likely concealing a person or something else inside.

After taking off his coat, Gordon proceeded alone into the fireplace. His movements were quick and nimble, as expected from someone professionally trained.

Meanwhile, Cheyenne stayed by the entrance with Chance, her gaze fixed on the narrow opening of the fireplace, her lips pursed without a word.

She stood there for quite a while, her legs starting to feel sore. She took out her phone and glanced at the time displayed, realizing that fifteen minutes had passed, yet Gordon hadn't emerged.

The surroundings were empty, and when the wind blew in from the outside, it carried a chilling sense of coldness, sending shivers down her spine.

Cheyenne gradually felt that something was amiss. Fearfully, she called out into the fireplace, "Gordon? Mr. Murillo… are you there? Please answer me…"

Her voice sounded twice as loud in the narrow passage of the fireplace, becoming increasingly sharp and high-pitched.

Suddenly, a pair of black eyes stared straight at her from the vacant fireplace opening. A white, trembling figure, like a ghost, startled her heart, causing it to race.

Sweat dripped down her forehead, and her voice became hoarse.