"Miss Tucker, is this what the murderer left behind?"
I floated over. I felt nervous again.
This bracelet was something I wore often. And it was also the evidence I desperately left behind before I die!
When the murderer was whipping me madly, I took the opportunity to fall and deliberately threw the bracelet to the ground.
If Stacey had ever paid attention to me, she would have definitely discovered that this was mine.
Stacey stared at the bracelet in a daze. After a moment, she spoke.
"The murderer acted cautiously. I think he left it there on purpose to provoke us."
I was so anxious that I shouted.
"It's wrong. Completely wrong. Honey, think about it again!"
I heard it with my own ears. They were preparing to attack Stacey.
Stacey looked back.
I didn't know if it was providence, she looked at the bracelet and muttered.
"Take it back for identification..."
Back at the police station, Peter called everyone together for a three-hour meeting.
The meeting ended at around eight o'clock.
Peter glanced at the gate in confusion.
"That's weird. Usually, Nicolas would come pick you up whenever you work overtime. Why didn't I see him today?"
Stacey raised her eyebrows and snorted.