In the early morning, a thin mist slowly spread like a veil, gently enveloping Wayne Manor, adding a touch of mystery to it.
Gordon and Brock drove up, adjusted their slightly wrinkled shirts, and walked side-by-side up the steps leading to the Manor's main entrance.
Standing before the exquisitely carved main gate, although they had already announced their arrival at the courtyard gate, Gordon was inevitably a little nervous now.
Taking a deep breath, Gordon raised his hand and knocked on the door.
Before long, the door slowly opened, revealing the figure of a girl he had seen before.
Compared to when she was four years old, the girl had grown taller.
She was dressed in a finely tailored shirt and slim-fit trousers, her hair neatly tied back, exuding an indescribable competence.
Beyond that, her overall demeanor became more refined, giving Gordon an increasingly mysterious feeling.
But then he looked at her expression again, it was as calm as still Water, without the slightest hint of the grief one would expect from someone who had just lost her parents.
This made Gordon's heart clench, and he secretly wondered.
Her parents had just met with an accident, how could she act as if nothing had happened?
If Gwen knew what Gordon was thinking right now, she would surely sigh helplessly to the sky.
Why~ My parents aren't really dead, how can I feel sad!
However, Gwen was indeed considering taking acting classes sometime.
Considering the messy plots that might appear in wealthy families in TV dramas, Gordon did not ask much, subtly hiding his suspicion, putting on a smile, and politely said, "Miss Gwendolyn, we are the detectives in charge of last night's case, and we would like to ask Miss Brucey Wayne a few questions regarding the case details."
Gwen nodded slightly, a perfectly polite smile gracing her lips, and elegantly stepped aside to let the two Police officers in, while softly reminding them, "My sister witnessed our parents' passing last night and suffered a great shock, she still hasn't recovered.
So, I trouble you two to be a little gentler when questioning her, please don't cause her any secondary harm, I truly beg you."
Gordon quickly nodded and agreed, "Understood, understood! We will definitely be mindful of the situation."
After speaking, he and Brock followed Gwen into the Manor.
After some effort, the two arrived in the drawing-room.
Gwen elegantly poured tea for Gordon and Brock, the porcelain cups clinking with a crisp, pleasant sound.
"Please enjoy your tea."
After speaking, she turned and left.
After Gwen left, Gordon subconsciously began to observe his surroundings.
Although the light was not bright, the huge French windows made the entire room extremely luminous.
Coupled with the soft light from the chandelier outlining bright spots on the carpet, it added a sense of cozy warmth to the entire house.
Despite the Villa's grand scale, every corner was filled with a rich sense of life; family photos on the fireplace, and artfully arranged ornaments, all spoke of past warmth.
However, a inexplicable melancholy welled up in Gordon's heart; he keenly sensed that this vibrant sense of life was quietly fading away.
He mused to himself that perhaps before long, this house, which held countless memories with his family, would gradually become a cold, lifeless Villa, filled with suffocating silence and oppression.
His thoughts returned, Gordon picked up the teacup on the table and took a small sip.
As the tea entered his mouth, his eyes lit up.
Not only was the tea of superior quality, but the brewing technique was also first-rate, fully bringing out the tea's aroma.
Gordon looked in the direction Gwen had left, wondering, "Could it be that this tea was personally brewed by this young lady?"
It wasn't long before footsteps were heard from the stairs.
Gordon and Brock looked in that direction, only to see three people descending from upstairs.
Walking in front was Gwendolyn Wayne, whom they had seen before; following her was the butler Alfred, whom they had seen yesterday.
And the last person was Miss Brucey Wayne.
When Gordon saw the expression on Brucey's face, he subconsciously raised an eyebrow.
He clearly felt that Brucey was much calmer than last night.
Yesterday, Brucey's eyes were vacant, as if she had lost her soul, and she was completely immersed in grief.
Today, her expression was calm, though she still occasionally felt anxious, she had recovered to a state where she could communicate.
However, when Brucey saw the two Police officers, her steps suddenly halted, and a trace of daze flashed across her face.
Just then, Gwen softly called her name from beside her.
"Brucey."
Brucey then snapped back to reality. She quickly walked forward and politely greeted the two officers: "Good morning, Officer Gordon, Officer Brock."
Then, she looked at Gordon and said earnestly, "Officer Gordon, thank you for the clothes you gave me yesterday."
"It's nothing, nothing."
Seeing Brucey's condition return to normal, Gwen nodded with satisfaction and looked at Gordon and Brock: "Detectives, you can begin the questioning now."
"Alright, thank you, Miss Wayne."
Gordon took a deep breath, quickly adjusted his state, put on a serious and earnest expression, fixed his gaze on Brucey, and asked, "Miss Brucey, please describe in detail the appearance of the robber who attacked your parents at that time."
Brucey nodded slightly, her gaze calm but with a hint of imperceptible tension.
Immediately after, Brucey began to describe the robber's appearance.
But as Gordon listened, he felt that something seemed a bit off.
Was this a little too detailed???
Brucey first described the perpetrator's clothing.
This was reasonable, as most people's first impression of others usually came from the clothes they were wearing at the time.
In some cases, people even used similar clothing to make strangers mistake others for them, thereby providing an alibi.
But... what did an indigo Blue top paired with charcoal-gray denim trousers, with White ripped designs on the pants, mean?
Brucey recalled and said earnestly, "He was wearing one White sock and one light Blue sock, a light-gray hoodie, and from the exposed collar, I could see he was wearing a light-gray hoodie underneath."
"His clothes hadn't been washed in a long time; he must have been down on his luck, not from a wealthy family."
"The weapon he used was a gun with right-side ejection; I'm not sure what kind of gun it was, possibly a SIG P226 pistol." Brucey thought hard for a while, but finally shook her head with a look of shame, "I'm sorry, officers, I really don't know much about firearms, I can't quite remember what kind of gun it was at the time."
At this point, Gordon was completely bewildered, and Brock, who was beside him, also noticed the abnormality. He frowned slightly, his eyes revealing confusion, and he subtly exchanged glances with Gordon; both seemed to have the same question in their minds.
Most eyewitnesses would at most remember the robber's general clothing, but Brucey's description was too detailed, almost as if she was describing the killer's appearance while looking at him right now.
Didn't they say that the robber ran off with the wallet and necklace after firing the gun? How could she describe his appearance in such detail???