Chapter 897
Investigation and Discovery
Chapter 897 Investigation and Discovery
"FBI, Special Investigations Unit."
When approached by New York police officers, Salina and Grimm showed their badges and asked, "What was found at the scene?"
"Sending someone over again? But my answer was the same as before."
The detective shrugged helplessly: "Just like the previous report... it looks like an escalation of conflict within the family, but many details don't make sense."
He put his hands on his hips and walked into the mansion with Salina, saying as he did so:
"The husband violently murdered his father-in-law and wife, and then accidentally fell to his death. But it's said they used to have a very good relationship, and everything that happened that night... it was like he was possessed by a demon..."
In the living room, Elana sat on the sofa, her face deathly pale. She covered her face and cried:
“I don’t know… I don’t know anything… Dad suddenly went crazy, he used… he used an ashtray to kill Grandpa… Mom stood in front of me and told me to run… I was terrified, I… I ran out…”
Her uncle James sat on the other sofa furthest away and silently glanced at Elana, who was weeping.
The girl's eyes were red and swollen from crying, and she looked extremely pitiful, but James had a strange feeling in his heart.
The family of three hurriedly left the main house, but with the torrential rain, the couple and their child could not go far and could only knock on the door of the nanny's building, which was only a few dozen meters away.
To their surprise, there were hardly any insects in the building.
The family went to the nanny's room to shower and change into clean, warm clothes. While his wife, Sophie, was drying their daughter's hair, James heard a commotion downstairs.
After he went downstairs, he saw Elana huddled up in a ball, shivering.
James doesn't really want to recall what happened after that.
However, a murder occurred in the mansion, and the victims were his own family members. James's family's plan to break away from the family ultimately failed, and now they have to face repeated questioning from the police and deal with the seemingly endless affairs of the company.
But both Elana and James's family were actually hiding one thing—the horrifying truth they heard that night.
Elana still refuses to believe that her loved ones could commit such a terrible crime; James, on the other hand, is unwilling to even think about it.
Footsteps approached, and two more FBI agents walked in.
James lazily raised his eyelids, the words he had repeated several times swirling on his tongue, waiting for the right moment to utter them.
“Hello, I’m Agent Anna Hamm, and this is my deputy, Jon Lewis.”
Salina extended her hand: "I am very sorry about the unfortunate passing of your family member... Could you spare a few minutes to talk to us about what happened that day? Don't worry, it's just a routine inquiry."
As she sat down, Grimm, who was next to her, asked the New York police officers to give them some space. He then sat on the sofa and reached out to pour a glass of water for each of them.
"Have some water," he said gently. "I think this young lady is almost dehydrated from crying."
James thought his words made perfect sense, so he immediately picked up his water glass and gulped down most of it.
Despite her body trembling slightly, Elana reached out and took the glass of water offered to her.
"Gurgling, gurgling, gurgling..."
A monotonous swallowing sound rang out.
……
Salina strode out of Harrington House, glanced back at the mansion that seemed to exude a sense of death and decay, and quickly put the communication pea into her ear.
“Mr. Hughes, the investigation into the Harrington family is complete.” Her gaze fell to the side.
Grimm, accompanied by several Aurors, mingled with the reporters. They patted the reporters on the shoulder warmly, exchanged a few words, and then enthusiastically handed over their video cameras.
Salina said in a serious tone:
"We've just received some startling information—the deceased's identity is highly unusual!"
"They are not ordinary Muggles, but members of an organization that covets magical power and captures wizards for human experimentation—'Prometheus'!"
"I suspect the other victims may have had similar identities. This was a surgically precise assassination! It's a pity that those around the victims were unaware of their hidden secrets."
"I'll take their memories back with me right now! You'll understand everything after you see them!"
……
Victor was dressed in simple casual clothes and had a black dog on a leash. He took the dog for a run around the park, and when he sat down to drink water, he casually took out a sausage and handed it to the dog.
The black dog snuggled closer to his chest, nuzzled affectionately, then tore open the sausage packaging with its paws and teeth and began to eat it with relish.
Despite Victor's appearance as a burly, rugged man and the black dog's frighteningly large size, when the two were paired together and displayed intimate interaction, passersby cast kind glances at them.
But what they didn't know was that the black dog, while chewing on the sausage, was making muffled sounds from its throat:
"You wretched Victor! If you feed me again, I'll bite your hand off first!"
Victor casually scratched its chin and said with a smile, "You're such a ferocious dog, aren't you afraid of being dragged away by humans for euthanasia?"
The black dog curled its lips, revealing a bared tooth.
Victor, on the other hand, pretended to be resting and leaned back comfortably in his chair.
What clues led those who doubted Wade to conclude that he was in New York?
These are nothing more than animals that behave abnormally during stormy weather.
If someone were to inquire, they would naturally learn of the existence of the black dog.
Victor casually stroked the black dog's ears, wondering what kind of attention he would attract when he paraded through the streets of New York with the dog.
The man's outstretched posture was quite unrestrained, and together with the large dog next to him, they almost occupied the entire bench.
Passersby generally avoided the couple.
When Victor heard footsteps clearly approaching them, a "sure enough" smile appeared on his face.
But when he turned his head, he was still slightly startled.
The visitor turned out to be Ezra Hughes, the director of the Auror Office of the Magical Congress of the United States of America.
The man, dressed in a well-fitting Muggle overcoat, approached with steady steps, his gaze calmly fixed on Victor and the sharp-eyed black dog beside him.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Viktor Kravchuk."
Ezra Hughes stood beside the bench and politely asked, "Excuse me for interrupting... Would you mind if I sat down and we talked?"
(End of this chapter)