My Second Life

Chapter 17

Siera was astonished to see the bloodstains scattered in the air and the bloodstains still left on the floor and walls. Exactly as Diego said, it happened in the living room.

"Those are spattered stains," Diego said as he approached Siera, who stood motionless. He looked surprised at the stains like this, which had now dried. Hearing Diego's statement, Siera turned and asked him, "What are spatter stains?"

Diego drew closer to the wall, his hand outstretched, pointing at the bloodstains left on the wall and the floor.

"This refers to the blood splattering into the air after someone stabs and removes a knife from someone's body. And by analyzing the bloodstains, we can estimate the location of the victim and attacker." Then Diego touched on the possible position of Lee's grandfather when the assailant stabbed him. Likely, Lee's grandfather was here when the perpetrator stabbed him. If the perpetrator accidentally stabs while being attacked, the perpetrator usually stabs the victim from a low position. However, from the blood spots and the role of Lee's grandfather when he was stabbed, he is in an upright position, so I think the prosecution will have this fact to claim that the perpetrator did have the intention to kill grandfather Lee" Diego explained. Diego's body straightened up, praising the possibility that Lee's grandfather was also straightening his body when he was stabbed.

Siera shook her head, and she said, "There's no way Jet Lee killed grandpa. No way."

Diego said nothing. He just went forward and took out his cell phone.

"According to forensic data, grandfather Lee's time of death was seven o'clock in the evening." Diego photographed the blood splattered on the wall. Then he lowered his body and took a picture on the floor. "The police hadn't found the clothes when Jet Lee killed Lee's grandfather."

Siera quickly turned her head towards Diego, and she said sharply, "Do you still have the fact that Jet Lee is the killer of grandfather Lee?"

Diego didn't say anything again; he just turned around and strolled towards the room, watching every wall. He took out a magnifying device and looked closely at the wall.

"In this case, I have to say as a presumption that Jet Lee was the killer of Lee's grandfather."

Siera swallowed her saliva; she shook her head. "How did you come to such a conclusion?" Siera asked, not expecting that the detective she had hired had come to such a conclusion.

"This is just a preliminary guess; this case still needs to be investigated in more depth. I still have to get information about who came to this place." Then Diego remembered the cigarette butts he found in the front yard; why would anyone go to the location of the fountain pool? What was that person going to do there? Diego reminded himself to take a sample of the fountain, and he still had the white powder to pick up the fingerprints on the dark marble object up ahead.

Siera followed Diego from behind. He saw Diego, who kept his eyes on the wall and then walked towards the seat. She saw some black powder scattered.

"I think the forensics officers have traced Jet Lee while he was here."

"What's that?"

Diego pointed one by one at the scattered powders here and there. "Forensic officers used it to look for fingerprints that had come to the crime scene."

Sierra nodded her head. "So the cops found out that the most trails were those of Jet Lee?"

"After this, I will go to the forensics department to get information. What I caught is that the police have not been able to find Jet Lee's clothes when he killed Lee's grandfather, and if the butts we see in front are Jet Lee's, then maybe he used water to wash away Grandpa Lee's blood that was stuck to his face, hands and blood spots that were splattering out."

Sierra couldn't say anything; she was too shocked to hear Diego's review. There's no way someone like Jet Lee had killed Grandpa Lee.

Diego walked to the bench in the living room. And he photographed some of the powder left on the living room couch. After finishing his observations, Diego walked towards the living room. "Let's head to the living room."

For a moment, Siera didn't understand what Diego was talking about. "Why do we have to go there? Didn't you say that the murder scene was in the living room?"

Diego nodded his head. "Yes, that's true. But we can see how familiar the perpetrator was with grandfather Lee. If he is sitting in the living room, it means that he is not very close to Mr. Lee, so we can know who spoke to him on the day Grandpa Lee died. Or a few days earlier, there might have been an altercation the day before, culminating in the day of the murder. We can tell by the length of time the culprit was sitting in the living room chair. Or some other person, who was probably just a visitor."

Diego had been observing him for some time, and Siera kept an eye on what Diego was doing.

Diego furrowed his brow; he thought there was something stuck in his mind. Then he remembered the time in prison earlier. Diego saw the interaction between Jet Lee and Sierra. Then he quickly said to Siera, "Come on, let's go back to the living room; I have something else to confirm."

Siera walked after Diego from behind. "What did you find?"

Diego's face was pale. "Judging from the splash of blood, the perpetrator's height is around one hundred and eighty, and he is right-handed because the stab wound on Lee's grandfather's body was on the left side. Before he died, information from forensics stated that there was resistance because Lee's grandfather had abrasions on his hand, thighs, legs, and neck. However, in that fight, Grandpa Lee didn't touch the perpetrator's skin, so the police could not find the DNA of the perpetrator."

Diego's face stiffened; he had already gotten this information from the forensics department but what he was missing was Jet Lee. "Siera," Diego called.

Siera looked at Diego. He didn't know what Diego was about to say. "What's wrong? Why is your face so pale?"

Surely the police knew about the stab wound, and they should have known that Jet Lee was left-handed, but why do they still make Jet Lee look like the culprit? Diego thought in his mind, then he looked around and found nothing, but the shadow of a person visible from the wall told Diego that someone else was already there apart from the two of them. Diego touched his index finger to his lips, asking Siera to remain silent.

Siera's eyes sharpened, her eyebrows raised, her head immediately looked in the direction where Diego was looking seriously. He wanted to ask, "What's wrong?" but Diego's face looked frozen, which made Siera a little troubled. For a few seconds, Siera's hair stood on end; she felt like someone was stalking her.

"We'd better get out of here soon," Diego said to Siera before the other people did all sorts of things at Grandpa Lee's house.

Siera's face was as tense as Diego's, but she couldn't ask the man any further questions.

About ten minutes later, the two men were in Diego's car.

Siera saw another car parked quite far from where it was now parked.

"What is it?" Diego asked, seeing the change in Siera's face.

Siera pointed to the center mirror. "Someone's been stalking us. When we got here, I was sure the car wasn't there yet, but now, it's there. Both of them. You're right; we better get going."

Diego joined in, seeing what Siera had just pointed at.

"I thought someone had made Jet Lee the culprit. You'd better be more careful when you're at home."

Diego drove the car, and the two of them immediately left the house. Siera was still thinking about what Diego had said. Her face looked stiff; she still didn't understand what Diego had gotten.

The car is now mixed with other vehicles in the middle of the road. Siera's eyes still glanced at the rearview mirror. "The car that was parked behind us is gone."

Diego saw that what Siera said was true. The car that had been following him was no longer following them.

"Siera, are you still working in late grandfather Lee's company?"

Sierra nodded her head. "Yes, I still work there." Siera still didn't know about the safety of her soul when she was in her in-laws' office or big house.

"Look, Siera. For the safety of your soul, I suggest not discussing this case with anyone. Because I suspect that the real culprit is not Jet Lee."

This information shocked Siera; she was too happy to hear the news but it also scares her, because it means the culprit is out there, and they still don't know who.

"Are you sure?"

Diego nodded his head. "I think so, but we still have to investigate, although that would be difficult to do now. We must be careful not to offend the real culprit; if he is already irritated, then he will also kill your life immediately."

In Siera's previous life, she usually made others feel intimidated, but why was she the one feeling intimidated now?

"I'll pretend not to know," said Siera; in her mind, she knew that the culprit was Jonathan. Jonathan is a cold-blooded killer; he will not let Siera off so quickly. He must have plotted a lot of evil in his head.

Siera should be scared; she should feel threatened. However, why the other way around? She seemed to have guessed that the culprit was not Jet Lee? Diego thought.

"This is just my thought, that it could be Jonathan, the second son of the Lee family." Previously, Siera had openly accused Jonathan Lee of being the culprit. But with a broken heart, Siera decided to tell Diego.

***

"Where have you been?" Jason asked Siera. Siera had arrived in front of the restaurant. Tonight she had dinner with Jason.

Some time ago, Jason had sent a text message via his cellphone to meet at this place.

"Hi, I've been at the front, and now I'm going in." Siera was wearing a blouse, while she added wearing knee-length skirts. Previously she had wondered, what will she wear? She wasn't used to wearing pretty dresses, so this dinner invitation confused her. She certainly wasn't very knowledgeable about lifestyle, so she decided to see it on a search engine on the internet. Siera's eyes fell on her laptop screen, she quickly searched for pictures of the idea of ​​going out to dinner together. She didn't tell Jet Lee because Jason called her after Siera left Jet Lee's.

"I've reserved table number eight. You can come right into the restaurant." Jason's voice sounded warm.

Sierra doesn't feel guilty; she's not having an affair with Jason behind Jet Lee. In prison earlier, Siera had told Jet Lee, "Out of the entire Lee family, why do I only trust Jason?" Jet Lee asked himself.

Siera could understand; she also thought that her other sisters-in-law were annoying. They're mean; they don't like Grandpa Lee; they just want their names on the inheritance. Sierra doesn't know if she will still be alive if the police have determined Jet Lee as the murderer or not.

Sierra let out a long sigh.

"Can I trust Jason?" Siera asked Jet Lee. She had to ask Jet Lee about this first so that going forward, Siera knew who she could trust.

Jet Lee nodded his head. "Yeah, that's fine. He's different from the others."

Siera agreed with what Jet Lee just said.

He smiled but didn't say much.

Siera implies that this family is far from happy.

She stepped into the restaurant and found Jason not far from where he was.

Jason chose a romantic spot, he lit candles, and the dinner was memorable.

Sierra waved her hand.

Seeing that Siera had waved made Jason wave his hand too.

She immediately walked towards the man's place.

"Hello, good evening," Jason said with a charming smile on his face. He looks handsome, and Siera wonders in her mind why until now, Jason still doesn't have a girlfriend; even though his face is so handsome, why he still doesn't have a girlfriend?

Jason stood up, and he walked over to Siera's seat, motioning for the woman to take her seat. "Please."

Sierra smiled. Jason's treatment of her was good, Siera thought to herself, even she wouldn't get this kind of treatment from the other Jet Lee brothers; only Jason would do this to her.

"Thank you," Sierra said.

"Why don't you let me pick you up tonight? It's better that I pick up you." Jason returned to his seat again. This treatment was indeed good, but Siera had this thought in her mind, this treatment was too good; anyone treated like this would think Jason liked her.

Siera became feeling guilty. But her previous thoughts were nothing because Jason was talking about Jet Lee.

"How's Jet Lee? I haven't been able to see Jet Lee yet?"

Sierra looked at Jason with pity, his face looked so tired. Jason was the only one who didn't work at Lee's grandfather's company, making Jason's charisma grow many times over. The people who work in Lee's grandfather's company are just a bunch of people who want wealth and fight for the inheritance. They are hypocrites and want to kill each other.