Since Nilesh was in a daze, Danish answered casually, "How come we let him go? We all know anyone who shows up at the crime scene is our suspect. He left after calling us. When we called him, he was already in the massage parlor."

Tristan sneered, "What kind of man is he to massage after his tenants were murdered?"

Danish said, "Who knows? I've already had our man stop him at the massage parlor."

Tristan went to the study silently, frowning upon seeing the victim's body had been moved into the body bag. "Who told you to move him?"

Several officers immediately stopped their movements and looked at him in a daze.

Danish came over. "I did. We've taken photos and got all the evidence we need. Why should we continue to put his body here? For a visit?"

Tristan took a look at him gloomily and then opened the body bag directly. He first checked the gunshot on the dead one's head. The bullet had penetrated his scalp and skull, and then he died of the shock wave, which had caused damage to the brain stem afterward. He died the same way the woman died. The gunshot wound and the smoke circle had shown that the murderer had killed them quite closely.

What kind of killer could kill him so close before the victim could even fight?

Tristan then went all the way to the man's finger and found the dead man's right hand was clenched in a fist tightly.

Danish also squatted down at the moment. "Did he grasp something?"

Tristan tried to prize Ben's fingers...

Danish looked at him as if he was stupid. "Come on, man. The medical examiners will inspect his body. Why bother to do it by yourself?"

Tristan didn't answer him but prize Ben's fingers directly. On his rigid palm, they saw a number "1".

Nilesh blinked her eyes. "Did he leave the clue for us?"

After carefully checking the number, Tristan stared at Danish, saying, "Go to the funeral home and see if the bullet in Ben's head is the same as the one that penetrated Molly's head. Let me know if they have any autopsy results. You have no reason to refuse me."

Danish still looked at him disdainfully, wondering why Tristan was still so arrogant even if he had joined the team for three months.

Danish refuted, "Tristan, why do you think so?"

Tristan peeked at him indifferently, "Because you are the deputy one." Then he ignored Danish and checked the balcony.

Danish secretly scolded, "Do you think I fucking love this deputy position? Say it if you got a problem with me!"

Nilesh frowned. "Even since he got the position, you've been against him. Everyone in our bureau knows that. It's no surprise that he treats you like this."

"I don't think he deserves my respect." After speaking, Danish got in the car heading to the funeral home with his hands in his pockets.

Nilesh followed Tristan to the balcony with her high heels sounding loud, feeling excited that she had this chance to investigate the case with him. However, Tristan looked back at her and asked, "Are you walking a runway here?"

Nilesh didn't expect that. "What?"

"I don't understand why you dress like this during the investigation. Please remember you are on the crime scene, not a show," He said seriously, while a dozen police officers were all dumbfounded.

Nilesh was aggrieved. "Sir, I'm on vacation today, actually."

"I don't like explanations."

Under his serious and horrible gaze, Nilesh unconsciously pulled her dress and covered her low neckline, having nothing else to say.

She had complained about being called here during her vacation, but Tristan took the lead to blame her first. Luckily, she had taken ordinary clothes with her, so she hurried to change her clothes and do her hair before coming inside again.

Tristan was still standing in front of the computer, asking coldly, "Are these codes?"

"I guess so." Nilesh looked at the bright screen. "Ben was a senior programmer."

Tristan fixed his gaze on the codes. "Have you checked the couple's connections before their deaths?"

"Their parents are not native. Ben Miranda worked as a programmer in the Burdett Corp ten years ago. According to his friends, family, and neighbors, Ben wasn't talkative but was a capable programmer. He didn't have many friends. Molly Miranda, however, shared the opposite comments. The neighbors judged her."

Tristan could tell she was awkward. "Just say it."

Despite the fact that Nilesh was a beautiful woman, she hadn't loved anyone before, so she whispered, "Well, the residents here are polarized. Men admired Molly, saying she was beautiful and knew how to show her charm, while women said she messed with many young men. Maybe her affair was exposed, so she killed her husband first and then killed herself."

Tristan sneered. "I don't know whether Molly killed Ben, but she definitely didn't kill herself. Anyone who commits suicide won't shoot their head upward. Otherwise, the bullet wouldn't have entered the wall, which is three meters tall. Also, the wounds on her face weren't cut before her death. Based on her volume of blood and the creaks on her face, someone cut them deliberately after at least two hours of her death."

Nilesh admired Tristan for his analysis. "Sounds reasonable."

Tristan ignored her. "Have you got the surveillance video of the apartment?"

Nilesh immediately nodded, "Already done. We've seen no suspect on the visible monitors."

Tristan frowned. "Are you saying there are invisible monitors?"

Nilesh nodded., "Yes, the elevator and corridor monitorings have been deleted. What we can get are all about other units."

Tristan looked down and happened to see a basin of cat litterbox under the balcony.

He went over and found the balcony facing south. Looking out from the high-grade balcony of more than ten square meters, he could see the opposite apartment.

Tristan asked, "What did the neighbors say about the gunfire last night?"

Nilesh nodded. "We've asked around. Since it happened at 3:00 am, and the sound insulation is great here, nobody except an upstairs neighbor claimed that he had vaguely heard the gunshot. After our search, all the rest stuff remains, but both the victims' phones are missing."

Tristan sneered, pointing to the opposite apartment, "Find out who lives in the opposite apartment in Unit 11."

Nilesh was curious. "Why?"

"Don't you see it? The person has planted 11 geraniums as well."

Nilesh immediately looked over and found the same plants in the same position in this apartment.

Tristan then directed her to look at the white feather lamp on the balcony, which was also the same as the one on the opposite.