Chapter 2589 Dear Mr. Detective 40
John's fingers trembled uncontrollably. He took several deep breaths, trying to calm the heartbeat and surging emotions that were bursting through his chest, before he could barely twist the seal with his fingertips.
< John, he has discovered me, and I am doomed to die.
I'm sorry to leave you a letter at this time, causing you more trouble and pain.
But there are some things that I dare not and cannot say to you in person while I am alive, so I can only take this opportunity to tell you.
Please don't be bored. I implore you to read this letter to the end. >
John's breath hitched and tears blurred his vision.
He bit his lip hard and forced himself to continue reading.
On the day I was officially crowned as the heir by my father, I accidentally learned the secret covered up by my family. I felt both painful and absurd, but also shamefully felt a hint of relief.
Because of the crumbling glory of the Olga family, you were destined to no longer be able to legitimately inherit the title, but I, a latecomer, got it by accident.
I know you hate my mother and you hate me.
I am selfish and indifferent. I pretend not to see the growing resentment and alienation in your eyes, but I cannot stop myself from paying attention to everything about you.
We should have been like this, torturing each other in our own pain and suffering until the end of our lives.
But why... in the end, in this endless pain and seemingly irreconcilable hatred, it is such twisted and scarred emotions that grow and spread?
I underestimated the hatred and love lingering in my heart. These two emotions coexist in us in contradiction, and I don’t know how to face you.
So we started arguing more frequently and fighting for all the benefits more fiercely, leaving only endless resentment.
Until Joshua Crane showed up.
You even took back the last bit of your desire to argue with me and interact with me, and you didn't even want to look at me again.
But how can I tell you, Joshua Crane, he is a more insidious snake than me! He approached me with an ulterior mission and purpose.
In order to keep him stable and to get the benefits I wanted from him, I made an unforgivable mistake.
Driven by the temptation of interests and ambition, I betrayed those who had been truly loyal to me and trusted me.
He will never forgive the betrayer and he will kill me.
I don't know how I will die, but if you see this letter, please be firm and unwavering in pointing all the blame at Joshua Crane.
At last……
John, dear John, I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry that my appearance took away everything that belonged to you. I'm sorry for all the hurt my selfishness and indifference brought you. I'm sorry that I didn't dare to say these things in this way until the very end... maybe you wouldn't even bother to care.
Wish you have a sweet dream.
— Vincent Olga
John read the entire letter very slowly, word by word.
Every word was like a red-hot iron, burning his heart fiercely, bringing sharp pain and sadness.
When he saw the last long-lost gentle wish, he could no longer hold back, and the crying that he had suppressed for so long turned into broken sobs.
He read the last line over and over again, and he couldn't remember how long it took...
It had been a long time since Vincent spoke to him in such a calm tone.
The conversations between them are always full of sarcasm, ridicule and irreconcilable hostility.
Jinchen sat quietly by the side without making a sound to disturb them.
He also finished reading the contents of the letter and wondered who the "he" Vincent mentioned in the letter was.
This is undoubtedly the key to uncovering the final truth.
Jinchen waited patiently until John's crying gradually subsided, leaving only intermittent, exhausted sobs.
John slowly lowered his hands, revealing his red, bloodshot eyes.
His thin, pale fingers stroked the thin pages of letter paper over and over again, almost greedily.
He raised his head and looked at Jinchen again, his voice hoarse, "I'm sorry... Mr. Cyril, I lost my composure..."
"It's okay," Jinchen said, "I understand."
He paused and brought the topic back to the case. "Did you notice who was threatening Vincent?"
John tried to calm his breathing and shook his head, his eyes blank and painful.
"I don't know. Vincent...his network of contacts is very complicated. Even my father isn't fully aware of some of his interactions."
"Maybe... maybe he really is like you said, and has some connection with the black market that we don't know about."
He remembered that the letter mentioned that Joshua came with a mission, and his heart ached even more.
After a long silence, John's gaze fell back on the last sentence of the letter.
He looked at Jinchen, who had a calm expression. "Inspector Cyril... at this point, do you... still intend to continue the investigation? To find the... him that Vincent mentioned?"
Jinchen nodded without hesitation, saying firmly, "Of course. This is my duty."
It was also to ensure that his son Alric could completely escape the unclear death in the original plot.
As soon as the words came out, Jinchen was slightly stunned.
Of course, the reason behind this, which concerned Alric's safety, was not spoken out loud.
He lowered his eyes to the last few pages of the notebook spread out on his knees.
On it, he had marked each person who had been listed as a suspect with a mark indicating exclusion.
[Host?] Ling Gungun called out doubtfully in his mind.
Jinchen's fingertips unconsciously ran across the excluded names, and his pupils shrank slightly.
【I seem to...know who the murderer is.】
Ling Gun Gun: [!! Who! Tell me who it is! I'm so anxious!]
Jinchen closed his notebook, stood up, and said to John, who was still immersed in grief, "Mr. John, please rest assured that I will still find the real murderer. If you want to know the final answer... at most in three days, after Joshua Crane is hanged, I will give you a clear answer."
John nodded slowly, his voice hoarse, "Thank you... Mr. Cyril."
After leaving Olga Manor, Jinchen's steps were more hurried than usual.
The afternoon sun shone through the gaps between the buildings on both sides of the street, casting bright and dark shadows on him.
[Host! Host! Are we going to find the real murderer now?!] Ling Gungun shouted excitedly in his mind, his curiosity almost exploding.
Jinchen shook his head and said, "Let's go find Alric first."
Zero Gungun: [???]
Before you look for your wife, can you tell me who the murderer is? I'm so anxious!
