Sha Qing

Chapter 126: Vengeance (2)

CONTENT WARNING: VIOLENCE AND GORY(SOMEWHAT?)DESCRIPTION OF MURDER

"I think we should start with Simon. Even if he's also missing, looking for him is much easier than looking for Sha Qing."

It was indeed an easy task for federal agents to find a citizen with a permanent residence and identity records, because a little over an hour later, they found Simon's body in a certain secluded street.

It was such a horrible sight that one could hardly bear to look at it. Judging from the landing position, he fell from a 12-story building on one side. The roof platform had no signs of struggle-a hat, scarf, and shoes were neatly placed beside the railing and a suicide note, saying "I was temporarily confused, knowingly broke the law, and I no longer have the face to face my family and the society." was pressed underneath it. Everything on scene pointed to a conclusion that it was an indisputable case of suicide by jumping off a building.

But the experienced Leo and Rob could smell the hint of fabrication and murder.

Simon's body was carried away by the police and was handed over to a forensic doctor for examination. Regardless of whether it was murder or suicide, this trail that could have lead to Sha Qing's whereabouts had now been cut off.

Just when Leo and Rob thought they were going to fight another tough and protracted battle, two days later in the evening, information fell into the hands of the two- an ongoing 911 call had attracted the attention of the FBI due to the crime's atrocious nature and bloody tactics.

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The Raymond family had already decorated the Christmas tree a week ago because of the children's strong demand. Mr. Raymond, who was responsible for bringing a six-meter-tall fir tree into the lobby of the villa, erected it by the fireplace, and the children cheerfully wrapped ribbons, bells, and shining little stars around it.

Currently, Mrs. Raymond, who just finished baking a batch of cupcakes, was instructing the children with a smile on her face to wash their hands before eating snacks.

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Just then, a knock on the door sounded.

Mr. Raymond was a little surprised. If there were visitors, the security at the gate would register them first, and then the butler would inform the owner of the visitor's identity. Only after he gave an approval could the guest enter the villa under the guidance of a maid.

But this time, he hadn't received any report beforehand, yet there was someone knocking on the villa door.

Was it the tabloid journalist, who'd been pestering me since last time about writing a feature of me, who had sneaked in, or was it some new maid who didn't know the rules?

Before he could press the pager to inform the security guard, his lively six-year-old daughter had already jumped up and ran over to open the door.

A young Asian man was standing outside the door, dressed in a stylish and neat hooded casual jacket. Seeing the blonde little girl opening the door, he reached up his left hand and pulled off his hat, with a polite smile on his handsome face, "Good evening, little girl."

"Good evening, sir." The little girl smiled and said, "Are you looking for my dad?"

"Your dad's name is Owen Raymond?"

"Yes."

"That's him." The man stepped in, the door closing silently behind him. He casually took out a huge rainbow lollipop from his pocket and handed it to the little girl, "A Christmas present."