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"This is going to be tough to explain."

Inside the Leocadia Family villa.

Horton Moore looked at the two bodies on the ground—

or rather, one body and one skeleton, his face slightly uneasy.

Marvin Cook's complexion was dark, and he lay on the ground with his mouth agape.

He had suffered greatly before his death.

But at least his body was intact.

As for Lennon Cook, he had turned into a pile of bones.

There were blood and corpses of two black snakes scattered on the floor.

It looked like a fierce battle had taken place.

"Abernathy valued these two sons highly. Indeed, it is a difficult situation for you."

Casimir, hands clasped behind his back, was still holding a chicken leg.

"Did Julius Reed come by?"

Horton Moore searched around the room until he finally found a remote control.

After pressing the green button, a surveillance video began to play on the TV in the living room.

He skillfully operated it, tuning the footage back to several hours earlier.

Finally.