Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime
Chapter 1244

Chapter 1244: Chapter 1244

Purple Summers stared blankly for a while, then came to her senses and burst out laughing—

"A love rival? Hahahahaha!..."

Aria Jackson’s only crush in her life was when she was 16, during puberty, with hormones blooming; she fell for the older boy next door.

But life is full of surprises. Just when she was about to confess, she accidentally witnessed her crush confessing to another boy!

Because of this, Aria Jackson was deeply hurt and never dared to like handsome men again.

But reality is often cruel; she couldn’t bring herself to like ugly ones.

Purple Summers laughed uncontrollably, clutching her stomach and collapsing on the sofa, "A love rival hahaha..."

"Enough with the laughing, can’t you stop?" Aria Jackson was furious.

Recalling her ordeal, she complained in frustration, "Why did that guy come back to the country to be a doctor... So unlucky..."

"Yeah," Purple Summers laughed, "It’s been so many years, and you can still recognize him. That’s impressive!"

"Can a cop be forgetful?" Aria Jackson snorted, "Every year, I remember the identities and photos of all the fugitives clearly!"

Purple Summers said, "I hope every cop has a memory as good as yours! Imagine not recalling a case from half a year ago!"

The topic circled back to the case.

Aria Jackson was silent for a moment, then asked, "Do you really trust that guy?"

Anyone else probably wouldn’t trust Hans Geoffrey, right?

Exchanging lewd messages with a woman online, sending explicit texts, then her body was found in his trunk, her hair at his home, his fingerprints on her, and their dark, debauched chat logs on the phone.

All of it, disgusting and irrefutable.

"I believe he didn’t do it," Purple Summers replied.

Aria Jackson frowned skeptically, "Why? Just because you trust Allen Rivera?"

Purple Summers shook her head lightly, saying, "This case seems well-connected at first glance, the evidence chain perfectly linked, but there are many points that don’t withstand scrutiny.

If Hans Geoffrey truly wanted to meet the female netizen, wouldn’t it be more convenient to arrange it at a hotel? Why meet at his house where traces could easily be left?

Even if it was a spur of the moment decision and he didn’t think it through, why didn’t he clean the scene after killing Sophia Wilson, or dispose of the body properly? Instead, he left the car bloodied?

Remember, Hans Geoffrey left the next morning at eight, which means nearly ten hours passed since the crime.

For ten hours, he didn’t hurry to handle the body, but after ten hours, he calmly disposed of the body in such a rough manner? Even if he had covered the body with a plastic bag first, he wouldn’t have been noticed by the security guard when leaving the community."

Aria Jackson pondered for a moment, nodding slightly, "You’re right, and there’s another thing that strikes me as particularly odd, the fingerprint on the ring. Such a small item, how could it get a fingerprint on it? The perpetrator would meticulously wipe the weapon clean; why omit the ring? And why would he touch someone else’s ring for no reason?"

This case, looking at the evidence alone, gives a feeling of being self-evident, all evidence fitting the behavior of a criminal.

But when truly scrutinizing it, there’s a heavy sense of dissonance.

"You know, I have a theory." Purple Summers gently placed the photo of the victim’s ring in front of Aria Jackson, "Could it be Black Rose trying to find a scapegoat for themselves?"

Aria Jackson was slightly stunned: "...Black Rose?"

"I can’t guess why Hans Geoffrey was chosen, but this ring should be a deliberate clue left by Black Rose," Purple Summers said in a low voice, "Black Rose wanted Sophia Wilson to be the third victim, but didn’t realize the ring of the second victim was stolen by the informant. By coincidence, the police treated Sophia Wilson’s case as a simple murder."