"Do you have nothing to do?”
Tyler looked at him, his gaze deep and stern.
"I'll take Munchkin out to get some fresh air."
When Jerome noticed Tyler's expression and realized that he might be getting angry, he very sensibly carried Munchkin to take a walk around the living room.
When everything had quieted down, I looked at him and asked, "What did Carlson find?"
He pursed his lips, his expression turning grave and solemn. "The test report is out. That man may not have touched you."
I frowned. "He didn't touch me? Then why did he..." ...deliberately leave those things in the bedroom?
"They didn't detect your cell tissues. Furthermore, we did a comparison and the police made two hypotheses. Firstly, the owner might be an extremely distinguished and mysterious man. It would be very hard to obtain DNA information or make comparisons for people like that. Another possibility is the dead. W e don't have a way to make comparisons for that kind either."
I frowned. "The dead? They can use theirs too?" "It is possible to retrieve it in a certain time frame using scientific means."
He leaned back in the chair and massaged his glabella. "I think it's the former, but there aren’t many who are more distinguished than Carlson. These guys don't have many dealings with you or the Grants, so Carlson is still investigating."
I fell silent for a moment and looked at him, saying," Looks like someone simply wants to ruin Theo and m y relationship. He probably has no feelings for me."
After a pause, I looked at him and fell silent for a moment. "Someone did the same thing last time, but they merely kidnapped me and made me listen to something disgusting. The intention was very similar t o this one."
He frowned. "Do you know who that was?"
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