My Waste Husband novel Chapter 960

Two o'clock in the morning.

There were only two police cars left outside of the Qin's villa, with four officers in them. Another four police officers were in the front yard, securing the crime scene.

Henry climbed over the fence and entered the perimeter without alarming anyone.

He scanned the front yard and ran directly into the oriental-styled house.

The police who were patrolling around the front door had no idea that someone had entered the house through the back door.

As soon as he was inside, the pungent smell of blood overwhelmed Henry. All the lights in the house were on. Police tape was set up to secure the furniture pieces. Later the crime scene investigators would search them for clues, such as fingerprints and blood spatters.

The staircase leading to the second-floor was spiral-shaped.

Henry turned three full circles until he reached the second floor.

The second floor was also taped up. All the blood smell was coming from one room on the second floor, a white bedroom.

The second floor was bright and empty. Henry could hear the squeaking sound of the floor when he stepped on it. The smell of blood mixed with the smell of the disinfectant, bringing more horror to the house. Not too many people had the guts to walk inside the house all by themselves.

Henry walked briskly all the way to the bedroom. The room was big and empty. There was a large bed covered with a white sheet, a nightstand, a couch, and a coffee table, and that's all.

Henry saw the white markings on the floor. He knew those outlined the things the police saw at the crime scene.

According to the markings, Henry figured that when the police arrived, Robert Lin was lying on the floor not far away from the bed, and he was holding something in his hand in the shape of a dagger.

There were bloodstains where Robert was lying.

Henry walked around the bed and stopped at the head of the bed. He squinted at the halfemptied disinfectant bottle on the nightstand.

He then walked to the window and looked outside. There was nothing outside but an empty ground. So no one can hide after exiting through the window. The window was square in shape, with a height of sixty centimeters. There was dust on the window sill, which meant no one had touched the window the night before unless the person was as agile as Henry, who was able to leap out of a window non-traceable. But it was very unlikely the case.

To leap out of a sixty centimeters by sixty centimeters window without touching the window sill required an extreme level of control of one's own body.

Just as Henry was going to move on with his investigation, he heard a wave of intense footsteps from the first floor.

Then, a shout came into Henry's ears, "Secure the area. No one is allowed nearby, especially those involved. Anyone tries to enter, shoot on sight!"

Henry recognized the voice, which belonged to the young man he threw on the ground that day.

Henry smiled and murmured, "What a pain in the *ss!"

Henry then leaped out of the window and stuck the landing, leaving the dust on the window sill undisturbed.

Just as he landed, Henry made himself disappeared into the night. The footsteps were getting louder and louder, shaking the walls of the house.

Hearing the footsteps, Henry was taken aback. He turned around and looked at the house, and his eyes were filled with a thoughtful look.