"Federal Bureau of Investigation, Special Investigations Unit."
Facing the New York police officer who came forward to question them, Salina and Grim showed their credentials. "What have you found at the scene?"
"You sent more people? But my answer's no different from before."
The detective spread his hands helplessly. "Same as the earlier report... it looks like an internal family conflict that escalated, but a lot of details don't add up."
With his hands on his hips, he walked into the mansion alongside Salina and said, "The husband violently murdered his father-in-law and wife, then accidentally fell to his death himself. But apparently they used to get along well. Everything that happened that night... it was like they'd been possessed by the devil..."
In the living room, Elana sat on the sofa, her face deathly pale. Covering her face, she sobbed, "I don't know... I don't know anything... Dad suddenly went mad. He used... used an ashtray to beat Grandpa to death... Mom stood in front of me and told me to run... I was so scared. I, I ran out..."
Her uncle James sat on another sofa far away, silently glancing at the weeping Elana.
The girl's eyes were already swollen red from crying. She looked pitiful, but James felt something strange in his heart.
At the time, the family of three had hurriedly left the main house. But the rain was pouring down, and the couple could not take their child very far. They could only knock on the door of the servants' quarters a few dozen meters away.
To their surprise, there were barely any insects in that building.
The family went to the nanny's room to bathe and changed into clean, warm clothes. While his wife Sophie dried their daughter's hair, James heard a commotion downstairs.