NovelEnglishSpecial Investigation Unit, House of Inspection.
When Luther arrived at the House of Inspection, someone was already waiting at the door, and someone led him to Karl's office.
Karl was already waiting for Luther.
He was taking a phone call in his hand, and when he saw Luther coming, he said coldly, "That's it for today. We'll discuss it some
other time, and | have more important things to do."
With that, he hung up and looked up at Luther.
Pointing to the couch in front of him, he said, "Please sit down."
Luther strode in and sat down on the couch, where he took the plastic bag containing Cecelia's cell phone out of his pocket.
He put it on the coffee table, and pointed out, "The phone is stained with blood. | have tried to leave it as it is, so you can test it
later. It should be Cecelia's blood."
Karl walked up and sat down diagonally across from him.
After he got the phone out, he tapped on the screen, "This is a special military phone. Look, there is a special emergency call on
the side of the phone."
"You open the album and scroll down to the end. There's a picture that will surprise you." Luther leaned on the sofa with a serious
look.
Karl clicked on the album suspiciously with his slender fingers, and kept sliding down.
Finally, he saw the photo Luther was talking about.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAt first, he froze but as usual, he did not show much on his calm face.
"This is a picture of an old photo, so it's not very clear. If it was not an old photo, | would have thought this is Joyce's photo."
"It wasn't." Luther shrugged, "You're so calm. When | saw it, | was shocked."
Karl pushed the tea set on the coffee table towards Luther, "The tea | made before you cis still warm, pour it yourself."
Luther poured himself a cup of tea and sipped it gently.
Karl treated him casually, and it reminded him of the days when they fought together in the past.
Luther pointed to the photo, "They look just the same. To be precise, Joyce is simply her copy, and | don't know who the person in
the photo is, exactly."
"Judging from the paper and the style of the photo, | thought the woman should be the age of your grandma now."
Karl looked at this photo carefully, suddenly his expression turned sharp. His originally calm face finally changed, "The background
of this photo ... it looks so familiar."
He continued to zoom in on the edges of the photo, "The old photo was placed on a coffee table, and the pattern of the cloth
covering the coffee table ... seems to ... This is ... a photo taken in my home!"
"You mean, Cecelia took the picture at your home?" Luther froze. Things were completely beyond his imagination.
"Yes, the pattern of the cover cloth on the coffee table looks so familiar. Yes, it's the scoffee table we use in the Cole
residence." Karl's experience made him extraordinarily sensitive to subtleties.
"Absolutely it is. Wait a moment."
Karl said. He took his cell phone and dialed Michal's number.
To make it easier for Luther to hear the conversation, he simply turned on the speakerphone directly.
A few moments later, the call was answered and Michal's clear voice cthrough.
"Yo, Mr. Gregory, what a busy man you are. A son who is already too busy to call his own mother. Why do you suddenly remember
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