pjbooks Chapter 8 Mike's Infiltration Investigation
Chapter 8 Mike's Infiltration Investigation
After more than a day of surveillance, Mike has confirmed that Catherine is indeed unharmed.
Then he won't be targeted by the police if he appears here.
However, Mike was cautious.
This whole thing is very strange. He knows Catherine too well. The woman who was hit and killed that day was definitely Catherine!
Is Catherine a twin?
I haven't heard of that.
Mike, dressed in a black hoodie and wearing black rubber gloves, moved quietly in the shade of the trees.
There are very few security cameras in this neighborhood, and he knows the location of each one clearly.
After easily avoiding all surveillance cameras, Mike climbed over the backyard fence into the house, climbed up to the second floor using storage boxes, and squeezed through the bathroom window.
Mike knew every corner of the house well because he had bought it with his own money!
Catherine is a bitch!
They took my house and my lovely little Debbie by shameless means!
Mike took out shoe covers, put them on, and went into the dressing room to rummage through Catherine's clothes.
A few minutes later, Mike's face darkened.
At the time of the incident, Catherine was wearing that beige floral LV dress, but it's gone now!
Things are getting stranger and stranger.
Mike frowned. He searched the room carefully but found nothing unusual.
He then went into the garage to search.
This time, a new discovery has been made!
In the corner sat a tin bucket, its walls blackened by fire.
Mike gently touched the inside of the bucket, his fingers getting covered in black ash. He rubbed them lightly, and it looked like it had been burned recently.
What is Catherine burning in this barrel?
What is the fuel?
Mike squinted and carefully searched the ground.
He soon discovered a faint gray circle remaining in the center of the room, roughly where the tin bucket had been burned.
Why burn it indoors?
Mike crouched on the ground and continued his search.
The floor was relatively clean, suggesting it had been lightly swept.
However, he still found some charred pieces of wooden furniture in a corner.
There was only half a bottle of medical alcohol left on the tool shelf. Judging from the dust on the shelf and the marks on the bottom of the bottle, it must have been moved recently.
Mike is pretty sure: Catherine used alcohol to set fire to the old wooden furniture, burning something.
Wood can't burn completely clean!
Mike walked into the yard.
There was a large trash can next to the gate of the courtyard.
He carefully began searching.
Soon, they found a bag of grayish-white plant ash.
Mike carefully opened the bag and gently rummaged through it.
Finally, among a pile of ashes, they found a melted and deformed metal button!
Mike immediately put the buttons away, restored the trash can to its original state, and quickly left.
Back in the shade of the tree, he got out of the car, opened his phone, and found a picture of the LV floral dress.
Upon closer inspection, the image clearly shows that the deformed metal button in my hand is the button from the front of that floral dress!
"Got you!" Mike perked up.
Then, however, he fell into even greater confusion.
He vaguely deduced what had happened that day: he had hit Catherine, but she didn't die, nor did she call the police; instead, she went home and burned the blood-stained dress.
Why?
This is completely unreasonable!
Why would she help the perpetrator hide the truth?
She's a victim, what is she afraid of?
Could it be... that she saw me as the driver? Mike was a little unsure.
Catherine was crossing the road when he bumped into her from the side. Even though he was wearing sunglasses and a baseball cap, he couldn't be sure that Catherine hadn't seen him.
The two had been married for many years and knew each other very well. Catherine could recognize him just by a gesture or movement.
If Catherine had discovered it was herself, she shouldn't have gone home and burned the blood-stained clothes.
She could have simply called the police. Even if Mike had prepared an alibi, he would have wasted a lot of energy dealing with the matter, and wouldn't dare to harm her for at least ten years.
That's unreasonable! Absolutely unreasonable!
What is she hiding?!
Mike was both nervous and confused.
He couldn't understand Catherine's purpose at all, and the feeling that the situation was getting out of control made him very anxious.
"Damn bitch!"
Mike cursed under his breath.
Just then, he saw Catherine's car slowly return.
There was also a strange man sitting in the car.
......
Catherine drove Richard home.
Reading the textbook and gaining knowledge about flesh and bones gave him some inspiration.
If studying biology textbooks can impart knowledge of flesh and bones, can training Catherine impart knowledge of desire and the soul?
Debbie was training with the cheerleading team, and Richard took the opportunity to test Catherine.
Catherine drove seemingly calmly, but her heart was filled with tension, fear, and a hidden glimmer of anticipation.
She didn't know what Richard was. She thought about it all night and searched online for information about death and resurrection, but found nothing.
In any case, she had indeed been resurrected and was even unable to disobey Richard's orders.
She didn't know what Richard was going to do to her.
But she understood that whatever Richard wanted to do, she could only cooperate.
Richard, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them and glanced at the vehicles under the shade of the trees not far away:
"There's someone watching us in that car."
"What!" Catherine exclaimed in surprise, flustered.
"Did Area 51 send people to arrest us?"
What utter nonsense! Richard was speechless.
Americans' fear of government conspiracy theories runs deep.
"Stay calm! Don't turn around, keep driving home as usual."
Catherine was flustered, but her body strangely calmed down instantly, and she did exactly as Richard ordered.
Richard also heard the system notification:
"Ding! You have made a new discovery: Necromancers can perfectly control the psychological state of their servants. Knowledge of [Soul and Desire]: 5% -> 7%."
"You can't believe it?" Richard was pleasantly surprised.
The vehicle slowly drove into the garage.
The two entered the room and looked out through the gap in the curtains on the second floor.
Under the shade of the trees, an inconspicuous gray sedan was parked, positioned perfectly to monitor Catherine's house.
A man wearing sunglasses could be vaguely seen inside the car, but his face was obscured by the shadows.
"Who is he? Why is he spying on me?" Catherine should have been afraid, but she remained strangely calm.
Richard can actually control my emotions!
Catherine realized this too.
Richard simply looked calmly at the car.
The feeling of being watched was very clear; the other party was indeed watching them.
Who is it?
Richard couldn't believe that the US authorities had discovered his anomaly so quickly.
There were no pedestrians or security cameras on the street where Catherine was hit.
He was just an ordinary international student at the University of Tokyo, and the best place to monitor him was not at Catherine's house, but at the school or the Tang family's house.
Therefore, it's unlikely that they were spying on him.
Then the only option left is to monitor Catherine.
Does Catherine have any enemies?
That's perfect!
This woman is ruthless and cruel; she's really messed up her two ex-husbands. Who knows what other enemies she's made of? It's no wonder she's being targeted.
"We'll find out with a test." Richard glanced at Catherine's well-maintained figure:
Do you have a habit of running outdoors?
Catherine nodded:
"I run around a lot."
Richard pointed to the car in the shadows:
"Change your clothes and go for a run, deliberately running past that car. If he's watching you, he only has two choices: either follow you, or leave out of guilt."
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