Anyone Dares Bully you, Call Uncles! novel Chapter 325

Tiffany's single-room apartment had an open kitchen, with the living room area just outside the kitchen. A small coffee table was placed in front of the sofa, making the space cozy and well-organized. It was evident that Tiffany took great care in keeping her place tidy and inviting.

Lilly settled herself on the sofa, gripping the glass of fruit juice tightly as she eagerly drank it down, letting out a contented sigh, "Ah.."

Tiffany filled up another cup of juice for Lilly, her curiosity getting the better of her. She hesitated for a moment before asking, "Lilly, why did you and your father come here in the middle of the night..."

Based on the encounter with the expensive Hummer earlier, Tiffany deduced that Lilly and her father must come from a wealthy background, making it unlikely for them to be residing in such a humble location.

Taking a sip of her juice, Lilly thought of how to lie to her…

No, Daddy said we're not lying, it's called telling white lies.

Hmm... How do I tell a white lie?

She then heard her father casually say, "I work as a part-time detective. I'm currently investigating a case, and I happened to receive a lead that brought us here."

Tiffany couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in disbelief.

"Part-time detective?" she thought. "Is that even a real thing? And why would a detective bring his daughter along during work?"

Blake crossed his arms and began to weave a story, "I had to work late tonight, and my daughter has been patiently waiting for me in the office since her tutoring session ended. She waited for hours until now."

Both Tiffany and Lilly had their doubts, but Blake's serious expression and air of authority made them question their skepticism...

It must be true…

Tiffany asked, "What case are you investigating… Am I related to it?"

Suddenly overcome with nervousness, she wracked her brain, realizing that apart from mindlessly scrolling through her phone in the middle of the night, she had not committed any guilty actions!

As for the remainder of the incident, he collided with his car during daylight hours...

Blake spoke directly without beating around the bush, stating, "Not too long ago, a girl was murdered, and her body vanished."

Tiffany was left speechless.

A wave of fear washed over her once more as she realized... the body was gone?!

Her voice trembling, she stuttered, "I... I... I haven't seen it before... No, it can't be here..."

Blake surveyed the room, unsure whether she was present or not.

After all, he had just been informed by Lilly that there was a female ghost trapped in this place.

Additionally, Lilly mentioned that certain individuals had tragically passed away and were unable to move on from the locations of their deaths.

Based on this information, he had conjured up a myriad of nonsensical theories.

As for the remaining details, he hadn't had an opportunity to discuss matters with Lilly yet, leaving him with no alternative but to prioritize that conversation.

"Have you noticed any unusual occurrences recently? Or perhaps heard or seen anything out of the ordinary?"

Blake maintained a stern expression, his lips tightly pressed together, giving the impression that he meant business.

Tiffany instinctively responded, "N... No..."

Lilly abruptly seized Blake's hand, her voice barely audible as she whispered, "Daddy, the wardrobe..."

Rising from his seat, Blake retrieved a pair of gloves from his pocket.

As he leisurely donned the gloves, he asked in a calm tone, "No? Can you think about it again?"

Lilly admired her father at the side although she did not know what he was doing.

However, she felt that her father was professional.

Was this what Grandma meant when she said he was talking nonsense with a serious face?

Okay, I've got it!

Under the overwhelming presence emanating from Blake, Tiffany felt compelled to respond, her mind racing with nervous energy. Suddenly, a thought struck her, and she hastily exclaimed, "There was!"

She rose from her seat in a state of panic, blurting out, "I've been consistently noticing the stench of dead mice lately, but I can't pinpoint its source."

As Tiffany uttered those words, a chilling sensation ran down her scalp.

The odor of dead rats... Could it possibly be the smell of corpses?

It meant that the corpse was near the place she was renting, possibly even concealed nearby.

Tiffany's hair stood on end, and she was on the verge of screaming in sheer terror.

Blake, wearing gloves, feigned a casual search, flipping through pages of a book here and there in a rapid manner.

"When did you first notice the odor? Where did you detect it? And where is the strongest smell?" Blake interrogated.