It Was You

Chapter 897 It's Not A Coincidence

When Eugene was about to say something, Carlos walked over quickly. Hugh glanced at Carlos from the corner of his eyes. But Carlos ignored him and missed him directly.

"Mr. Eugene, my boss invites you," said Carlos.

Eugene was relieved for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll be right there."

Carlos didn't ask more. He nodded slightly and walked towards Arthur and Lenny. He asked something casually, but Hugh didn't hear what they said because they were too far away. © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

"The case was involved too much, so the officials didn't release the specific details to the public." staring at Hugh, Eugene frowned and continued, "So, you just said that he was imitating the murder case in the past. But as for the details of this dress, I dare to ask you, how did you do it?"

The smile on Hugh's face didn't change at all. It was like a mask, hanging on his face. He looked at Eugene and said, "Director Eugene, as you know, I've been in this industry for many years. I'm interested in these unsolved cases and have some private research. Professor Fu and others are the same. I also accidentally found that case. This time I was lucky enough to take part in this real person experience game, and I happened to get this identity card, so I imitated the murderer. I didn't expect you to think of the past. I am really embarrassed."

Hearing this, Eugene felt disappointed. He forced a smile and waved his hand. "It's my fault. I've been thinking about it for a lifetime. It seems that I will only bring this regret into the coffin all the time."

He had thought that Hugh knew something, but Hugh's explanation was flawless. It seemed that there was indeed nothing suspicious. As a dignified law professor, it was not surprising that he could infer some doubts from some clues, so Eugene didn't doubt it.

And then Hugh said a few polite words and left the island with the staff.

In the hall.

Carlos came in with Eugene, Arthur and Lenny. Cassandra and Martin sat on the sofa and asked several people to sit down. Eugene had always been mature and prudent, probably because he was worried about this case, so he was a little impatient. As soon as he got to the sofa, he couldn't wait to ask.

"Mr. Martin, Miss. Cassandra, you should have known what happened just now," Eugene said straightforwardly after thinking for a while. "I specially stay here to see the two of you. I just want to ask whether it's a coincidence or you arranged it deliberately. If you also know the case 13 years ago or not? Or do you know more clues or information?"

The case 13 years ago had always been a knot in Eugene's heart, because he had no evidence, and there was even no suspect. He was always hanging a big stone in his heart, and could not let it go.

He thought that except for the victims and him, no one in the world remembered the case, and no one would pay attention to the eight families who had been exiled. But this seemingly unexpected real person game caused the case 13 years ago, revealing the tip of the iceberg. How could he not be shocked?

What's more, the richest man in H Country was also involved. If it was just a coincidence, he wondered who Martin's target was.

All the people who participated in this game were the most powerful figures in the legal world. He wondered if there was a person related to the case in the past hidden among these people, or there was any other hidden facts.

After all, Eugene was an old criminal police. Although he was old, his vigilance and reasoning didn't degenerate at all. After his retirement, he still maintained his original lifestyle, because he wanted to live a few more years until the day he could catch the real murderer.

For him, a few seconds of waiting seemed as long as a lifetime.

Raising his eyebrows slightly, Martin said, "13 years ago, you just arrived at the police station in the South City and was promoted to the leader of the criminal investigation team. The first case you received was a case of collusion and murder. Because of the bad nature of this case, the superior ordered you to establish a special team, and you took the lead. You almost used all the elites to investigate this case. But it's a pity that after committing eight consecutive crimes, the murderer suddenly disappeared and has never committed a crime again. Until today, Hugh, a professor of law in the University, imitated the mode of murderer committing a crime in the past, and once again brought up your memory."

Eugene's mind was in a mess, and his mind jumped off the brake for a short time. For a moment, he almost returned to the past. At that time, he couldn't sleep at night, and his mind was full of the scene of the murder. Those girls could no longer live in the sun, revealing sweet smiles.

He remembered that those happy families collapsed in an instant. One of the victims' mothers was insane, fell off the building and died. The blood was poured into his mind for a lifetime, and every stroke was written into grievance and resentment, hovering in his future life.

At this moment, Arthur said abruptly, staring at Eugene with burning eyes, "When I was still a university student, I heard about this case from a professor. But because there was too little public information, and the case hadn't been solved yet, many professors of criminal investigation wouldn't take this as an example. After all, it's shameful to hear such a case. I know there are rules in the organization. Director Eugene had to keep these secrets to yourself and bring them to the coffin... But what about the eight victims and the eight broken families? Who will give them justice?"

All of a sudden, Eugene's back stiffened, and he tightened into a fully drawn bowstring. His fingers hanging on the side of his body tightened unconsciously, and cold sweat fell from his forehead one by

one.

After a long time, he said in a very low voice, "So all this is not a coincidence. You have schemed so well to arrange such a big plan... What on earth do you want to do? I'm just an unimportant person. When I was young, I was covered with bruises, and when I'm old, I was only treated at a lower level at most. If you want to get anything from me, I'm afraid I'll let you down."

Hearing this, Martin looked up and said in a deep voice, "You misunderstood us. If I remember correctly, it was you who asked to see me and Cassandra, wasn't it?"