Wallace Franklin's instructions were interspersed in the middle: "Go find the relevant personnel immediately and retrieve Tiffany Dawson's spending records and communication logs."

The middle-aged woman who had been tied up as a hostage had already been rescued and was now sitting on the steps at the entrance, trying to compose herself.

She had struggled continuously for a long time, resulting in various bruises and abrasions on her hands and feet. Being in the same room as the corpses had severely traumatized her. When the officers tried to take her statement, she could only sob and shake her head, unable to speak coherently. The officer tried to comfort her, and she clung to them, crying on their shoulder.

Such a helpless elder, nearly sixty years old, was indeed pitiful, but everyone was anxious and really didn't have time to wait for this NPC to calm down.

"Did you see the face of the person who kidnapped you?"

The aunt nodded through her tears.

"What did he look like? Any distinguishing features?"

The aunt shook her head.

"Oh no, please don't shake your head. His clothes, height, anything will help. Please try to remember."

The aunt forced herself to recall, gasping as she spoke vaguely, "Blue clothes... black pants, about a head taller than me, a pretty energetic young man, fierce eyes..."

Wallace Franklin, who was examining the bodies, stopped what he was doing when he heard this, immediately recalling the man he had bumped into on the way here.

Blue clothes, black pants—so it really was her! Damn!

Wallace Franklin was almost overwhelmed by a flood of regret. Just a little bit closer! He had actually watched the criminal brush right past him!

It seemed that player was not simple; her psychological resilience was just too strong.

"Do you know how the two people in the room died?"

The aunt screamed, "He killed them! He killed them!"

Wallace Franklin asked coldly, "Did you see him kill them?"

The aunt shook her head, her expression hollow from intense fear. She gestured as she spoke, "He was holding a knife, the knife was covered in blood, he pressed the knife against my neck and threatened me!"

Wallace Franklin asked, "What did he threaten you with?"

The aunt: "He threatened me not to make a sound!"

"Did he hurt you?"

"Yes... no, but he was really fierce." The aunt covered her face. "I really thought he was going to kill me!"

The new player quickly jotted down her words, mind racing, and, channeling Detective Conan, said, "So the fugitive is the murderer this time? Can we apply for a wanted notice now? I'll go get the surveillance footage from the entrance of the complex and have the hostage identify him."

Wallace Franklin frowned, wanting to say, is it really that simple? You haven't even examined the scene and you're already calling him the murderer. Is a wanted notice that easy to issue?

The new player continued speculating on their own: "What was his motive? Robbery? Home invasion, armed murder, that's pretty serious, right? But why would he brutally kill two homeowners and leave a hostage behind?"

At this moment, the forensic technician spoke up: "No, the door lock shows no signs of being forced. The door was opened from the inside. There are bloodstains on the doorknob, which means someone was already injured when the door was opened. As for whose blood it is, we've collected samples and will have an answer for you tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? We don't have time, I'll go check the surveillance now!"

Wallace Franklin had a premonition. He took out his phone, pulled up a photo of Nancy Dawson, and handed it to the aunt, asking, "Is it this person?"

The aunt glanced at it and immediately nodded, "Yes, yes, that's him!"

She grabbed Wallace Franklin's arm, her untrimmed nails digging in deeply: "Who is he? Officer, you have to catch him quickly!"

Wallace Franklin was about to cover up, but the new player nearby caught a glimpse of the photo and blurted out, "Nancy Dawson?"

Wallace Franklin immediately turned and glared fiercely at the person. The newcomer was startled, not knowing what they had done wrong, and fell silent in embarrassment.

"Is he that murderer Nancy Dawson?" The aunt was already shouting, hysterically questioning, "Why did you police let him out? Look, he's killed again! He's killed two more people!"

Wallace Franklin couldn't answer, so he had someone calm her down and take her downstairs.

After finishing the statement downstairs, Julian Grant jogged upstairs. He found Wallace Franklin and reported crisply, "According to the statements from the building's residents, everyone only heard the two deceased arguing, and had no idea there was a third person present."

Julian Grant opened his notebook and recounted the recorded details: "The soundproofing in the apartment is terrible. They first heard the male victim yelling and hitting, then the sound of things being smashed, followed by Tiffany Dawson shouting about wanting a divorce. Her husband then yelled things like 'I'll beat you to death,' really loudly—residents upstairs and downstairs all heard it. Not long after, the room went quiet. About three to five minutes after it quieted down, there was no sound at all from the second floor. Ms. Sun and her husband suspected something had happened to Tiffany Dawson, discussed it, and finally Ms. Sun decided to come up and check. That's how it went."

A player in the channel asked in confusion, "So is Nancy Dawson really the murderer? Why would he kill his own sister and brother-in-law?"

Wallace Franklin thought for a moment and said, "The male victim has multiple stab wounds, but none are very deep, which suggests the person who stabbed him didn't have much strength."

He walked over to Tiffany Dawson's body, lifted her hand, and said, "Tiffany Dawson's palm shows some wear, and there's a knife wound on her pinky. If she was holding the knife in this position, the wound would match perfectly."

An officer holding a camera kept snapping photos, following his line of thought, and asked, "Are you saying the husband was killed by the wife, and the wife was killed by Nancy Dawson?"

Julian Grant said helplessly, "Why would Nancy Dawson kill her? They're siblings."

The player looked innocent: "How would I know?"

Before entering the game, he had always followed the media's narrative, assuming Harry Forrest was the murderer. Even though related memories were blocked, his subconscious still believed it.

Julian Grant looked at the floor and said, "Nancy Dawson probably only appeared after his sister died, or after she was injured."

"How do you know?"

Wallace Franklin had extensive investigative experience and had already formed some theories upon first seeing the scene, but he didn't explain, wanting to hear Julian Grant's opinion.

Julian Grant drew a circle on the floor with his finger and said, "See the spattered blood on the ground? It's a complete circle, and the knife was placed right here. Nancy Dawson came over, stepped in the blood, and left a clear footprint here. Judging by the position and distance, he squatted down to check on Tiffany Dawson and picked up the knife. This was probably just a reflexive action out of shock."

The people around carefully gathered closer, observing the scene from a distance.

Julian Grant said, "If Nancy Dawson had stabbed with the knife and then pulled it out, the blood spatter wouldn't look like this—the blood would have sprayed onto Nancy Dawson. The scene is actually quite clean; the area around both victims is well preserved. Anyone with some experience can tell if it's real or staged. And—"

Julian Grant tossed his notebook to the officer across from him.

"I already asked the property management for the surveillance footage from in front of the first-floor security door. The first-floor resident said the two victims stopped arguing at exactly 12:02, as he was watching a midday show and remembered the time clearly. On the footage, Nancy Dawson entered at 12:05. The time difference between him and the first-floor hostage is less than two minutes. There's no way Nancy Dawson could have gone upstairs and killed his sister right away—he simply didn't have time to commit the crime."

It was the same in reality: the police only suspected Harry Forrest was connected to the previous three witness deaths, but never suspected he would kill his own sister.

Wallace Franklin nodded, "I agree, Nancy Dawson just happened to show up at a coincidental time."

"Is it really just a coincidence?" the player questioned. "But if he's not the murderer, why did he run?"

"Someone saw him holding a knife—he probably thought he couldn't explain himself no matter what." Someone sighed. "After all, he already served time before, so people are likely to be prejudiced against him. This time there's even half a witness; even if law enforcement doesn't prosecute, once the case goes public, the public will still suspect him."

Julian Grant added, "Nancy Dawson has always insisted he was wronged before, so he probably doesn't trust the police."

The usually lively channel fell silent for several seconds—even the most enthusiastic players didn't know what to say.

Someone asked, "Can we apply for a wanted notice now?"

Wallace Franklin took a deep breath and said, "From the scene, we don't have conclusive evidence that Nancy Dawson killed these two victims—in fact, it's very likely he didn't. The door was opened from the inside; he didn't break in. Although he tied up the downstairs resident in the apartment, he didn't hurt her and left quickly. It wasn't for money, either. I don't think this is enough to constitute kidnapping. As for issuing a wanted notice... I don't think the application would be approved."