Chapter 122 Stanford University Neighbor and “Police” Dean

Author: There is no peacock in Nanming

Chapter 122 Stanford University Neighbor and “Police” Dean

Just after Refit and his son left, there was a soft "ding" sound in the kitchen. Mrs. Lillian walked over quickly and opened the oven, and a rich sweet smell came out.

She put on insulated gloves, took out the tray and the cakes in it, and after packing most of them, she took out six or seven small cakes and put them in exquisite paper boxes, tied them with a beautiful bow, and attached a note saying

Card with greetings, go outside.

As he walked, he said: "The house on the west side was originally empty. I heard that the couple went to Paris to settle down. But something seems to have happened to his house recently. His daughter has moved back. I will send some cakes there."

Halfway through, she suddenly turned to look at Luke and said to him: "I heard that she and her brother are both top students at Stanford University. You are going to college soon. Ask more people for advice on how to spend your college life.

"

How to spend your college life

I'm familiar with this.

If you choose to skip the required courses, you must skip the elective courses. If you don’t work hard before the exam, you will all rely on the teacher to make money.

Mrs. Lillian just lectured a few words casually, not expecting Luke to actually go visit with him. Without waiting, she opened the door and went to the next door.

Warren House.

Rebecca Warren was cleaning up the room she had not lived in for a long time. She heard a knock on the door and went to open the door in confusion.

This residence has been vacant for a long time. Logically speaking, there should be no acquaintances around. Why, just one day after I came back, someone knocked on the door.

She opened the door, and a woman in her forties with a kind face stood at the door with a warm smile and a gift box in her hand.

Seeing Rebecca open the door, Lillian handed the small cake to her politely and said, "A housewarming gift! Our family has just moved here and we are here to visit our neighbors. Please take good care of her in the future."

Rebecca took the small cake, welcomed Mrs. Lillian into the house, and said gratefully: "Thank you! I haven't lived here for a long time. We just moved here, so we don't have much care."

If women can like each other, they can always find a lot of common topics inexplicably, and quickly get closer and become good friends.

This was the case with Rebecca and Mrs. Lillian. They soon started chatting passionately about life and family.

Rebecca also confided to Mrs. Lillian her recent troubles with a grimace - her brother was recently involved in a murder case. She was sure that her brother was drinking with her when the murder occurred, but the police said there was conclusive evidence to prove that.

It was indeed his brother who killed his girlfriend.

Rebecca consulted lawyers and others, and even sent an email to her friend Sam, who had already dropped out of school, asking for help, but so far there was no good solution. Because of such family changes and emotional instability, she chose to take a semester off from school.

, go to this empty house to change your mood.

It was difficult for Lillian to express her opinions on such professional matters, so she could only offer a few words of comfort.

The two were talking when suddenly there was another knock on the door.

Rebecca was puzzled, why did someone come to the door again just after moving here? Could it be another neighbor this time? The atmosphere of this community is really good.

She asked Mrs. Lillian to wait in the living room while she opened the door to greet the guests.

As soon as I opened the door, a familiar face appeared in front of me.

Rebecca shouted in surprise: "Oh buy it! Sam!"

A slight smile appeared on Sam's lips: "Isn't this little Becky?"

"Little Becky" was the nickname Sam gave her when they were in school. When she called her out, it seemed like she had returned to the carefree days of school. The strange feeling between the two of them because they hadn't seen each other for a long time disappeared instantly.

As usual, she retorted: "Okay, you can call me whatever you like."

Then he threw his arms around Sam's neck and gave him a warm hug after a long separation.

After the two separated, Sam got down to business: "I received your email."

When her friend learned that she was in trouble, she rushed over as soon as possible, which made Rebecca feel very warm, as if she had some strength to support her. She said with a bit of self-deprecation: "I thought you wouldn't come.

"

Dean from behind interrupted at the right moment: "I'm Dean, his brother."

The two greeted each other.

Sam continued: "We're here to help, how can we help you?"

Rebecca, who was dazzled by the joy of meeting her old friends, suddenly remembered that there were other guests at home, and said quickly: "Come in now."

Rebecca welcomed the two of them, and Sam found a topic: "This house is nice."

Rebecca turned back and said: "This is my parents' room. After what happened, I ran here to spend the long weekend."

"That thing" naturally refers to her brother's murder charge.

She continued: "I decided to take a leave of absence this semester and wait until Zach is fine before I leave."

Zach is her brother's name.

Sam continued: "Where are your parents?"

Rebecca was a little helpless: "They have lived in Paris for half a year and are rushing back to deal with this matter."

While talking, the three of them had arrived in the living room.

Lillian stood up and Rebecca introduced each of them.

"This is my college classmate Sam, and his brother Dean." "This is my neighbor, Lillian Williams, who just moved here recently."

Sam and Dean reached out and shook hands with Mrs. Lillian.

Several people sat down respectively, and Sam asked: "So what happened?"

Rebecca just happened to be talking to Mrs. Lillian about this suspicious case, so she simply explained the details to several people at the same time.

She leaned forward and said, "When Zach came home, he found his girlfriend Emily tied to a chair. She was beaten badly, bleeding, and no longer breathing."

"He immediately called 911 and the police showed up and arrested him."

After explaining the general situation of the matter, she thought of the sad memories again, with tears in her eyes, and added: "If it was really Zach who killed someone, there is only one possibility, that is, he appeared in the city at the same time.

Two locations.”

"The police have surveillance video, which was captured by the surveillance camera across the street. The record shows that Zach returned home at 10:30, and then Emily was killed."

"But I swear, he was still drinking beer with me at 10:30, and he didn't come home until midnight."

Mrs. Lillian's eyes showed sympathy and comforted her: "Maybe the police made a mistake. Someone about the same size as Zach entered his house and killed Emily. Now the footage from the surveillance camera, you know, can't be seen at all.

Not sure."

Sam suggested, "Maybe we should go see the crime scene, Zack's house."

Dean immediately praised: "That's right."

Rebecca asked in confusion: "What are you going for? What can you do?"

Sam never lays out his lies, especially when it comes to pretending to be an official.

He opened his mouth and said, "I can't do anything, but Dean is a police officer."

Rebecca looked at Dean.

Dean was a little unable to react when he was suddenly mentioned, but he and Sam cooperated tacitly, and he was also a veteran of impersonating the FBI. He just paused for a moment and put on a confident smile on his face: "To be precise,

He's a police sergeant."
Chapter completed!