Chapter 13: Slapping So Fast, It's Like a Tornado

At the police station, in Wilder Pauly's office.

Blake sat on the chair, holding a ballpoint pen, circling a location on the Marine City map.

Under the light, his palm skin was pale, the knuckles of his bones were distinct, not a bit of excess flesh, perfectly resembling a carved work of art.

"The primary crime scene." He pointed at the circled location and put down his pen.

Field Park.

A large patch of cabbage was planted there, under its purifying effects, the surrounding air was free from pollution, and breathing it in felt particularly refreshing.

Wilder Pauly put down his crossed legs, picked up the map, and muttered, "Fuck, why didn't I think it'd be here!"

The smell of the cabbages masked the stench and blood, moreover, the location was remote and not in the downtown area.

This place was undoubtedly the best spot for the crime.

With the long-standing puzzle solved, Wilder Pauly felt relaxed, pressing his tongue against his lower jaw.

Buzz buzz——

The continuous sound of his phone vibrating.

Blake took out his phone, and with an unfamiliar motion, opened Twitter.

In the list, he only saw the single-followed female celebrity, Caroline Edwin.

Seeing her latest tweet, followed by the furious scolding of anti-fans and the confusion of netizens.

Fingers stroking the phone case, a pair of phoenix eyes faintly turbulent with barely detectable darkness.

"Clear it up."

Blake put his phone on the table and took a sip of boiled water in a disposable cup.

Wilder Pauly was baffled, "What?"

Not understanding the situation, he picked up the phone and saw that his brother was following a female celebrity, not concealing his astonishment.

The woman in the video looked more and more familiar.

Suddenly, he recalled the figure wearing a bathrobe in the corridor, the two were remarkably similar.

Wilder Pauly stared at Blake, their faces full of gossip and suspicion, keeping their voices low, "Is this the beauty from just now? Do you want me to abuse authority for personal gain?"

Was this really his brother? Wasn't he possessed by some dirty soul?

Blake rubbed the cup with one finger, his tone unusually serious.

"Not for personal gain."

"The clue from the primary crime scene was provided by her."

"This is a repayment."

Not discovering the slightest useful information from Blake's eyes, Wilder Pauly's gossiping heart extinguished completely.

He put on the detective's coat, the buttons fastened loosely, revealing his good figure.

He whistled, "Got it, I'll have someone clear it up."

Now, he was going to the primary crime scene to collect clues with his team.

——

Azure Police V:[Miss Edwin is a gentle soul with high intellect. She assisted our Bureau in cracking an important case single-handedly. We express our gratitude here. @Caroline Edwin]

Anti-fans spoke their minds, cursing tirelessly.

But the sudden release of this official statement left them all dumbfounded.

Netizens: ?????

[Did Official Dad's account get hacked?]

[The Caroline Edwin tagged must have the same name and not the one we're thinking of.]

[What's the identity of this woman? She actually got an official account to clarify!]

[Fuck, I won't spill the tea late at night next time. My face is about to get swollen.]

[Silently crawls back to delete my earlier comments, pretending I never cursed that bitch Caroline. Ridiculous.jpg]

...

Some people didn't believe it.

Clicking on the Azure Police profile, they found this was indeed the official account.

Taking another look, the Caroline Edwin tagged by the police was indeed the one they smeared so heavily.

Anti-fans retreated, internet ghostwriters closed their microphones, and marketing accounts played dead.

——

Inside the SUV.

Rex Leanne almost burst into laughter from the sudden turnaround in the situation, holding it in with a red face, controlling himself heavily, "Hold back, hold back, laughing too much will give you crow's feet."

He wanted to share the good news with Caroline Edwin.

But looking back, he saw her resting with her eyes closed.

Thinking she was asleep, he withheld his gaze, his face full of distress, not bearing to disturb her.