Several paramedics dashed toward the scene with a stretcher.


    Angelica shouted, “Doctor… We have an injured man here…”


    To ensure suspects did not die wrongful deaths because they were left to bleed out, priorities were


    always shifted to ensuring they received medical attention once they got injured.


    A doctor and a paramedic hurried over, and they hoisted the man onto the stretcher.


    Once the man was ced on the stretcher, he began foaming at the mouth while his body spasmed


    uncontrobly.


    The doctor frowned and pushed the man’s eyelids open. His pupils were dted, and his vision had


    gone ck.


    “Hemitted suicide by consuming poison!”


    “Can he be saved?” Angelica asked, her eyebrows knitting themselves together closely.


    “The poison he consumed is potent. He’ll be dead any minute now. We won’t get to the hospital to have


    his stomach pumped in time!”


    The doctor sighed.


    Jupiter had caught up to them.


    Angelica looked at him. “He killed himself…”


    Jupiter had also heard what the doctor said.


    He gritted his teeth. “Yet another hitman…”


    Hitmen were notoriously known for being tight-lipped and ready to kill themselves at a moment’s notice.


    It was always difficult to obtain any information from them.


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    It took Nash another 20 minutes before he arrived at the scene.


    Jupiter brought him up to speed on what had happened.


    Nash took a look at the corpse. Rigor mortis was already beginning to set in.


    Then, he nced at the building, where the fire on the eighth floor was still raging. “Is there


    else still inside?”


    anyone


    Jupiter sighed. “By the time the firemen managed to rescue them, they had already burned to a crisp!”


    Nash narrowed his eyes. “What else did they find?”


    If it were one of their enemies, they would not have set fire to a Baroque Group employee’s


    home.


    However, if it were merely a businesspetitor, they did not need to take things so far.


    Who on earth was the mastermind behind all this?


    “We investigated the family members of Mr. Jacobs and two other employees working in the


    maintenance team. We noticed Mr. Jacobs’ cousin had received a payment of 300,000 dors.


    Their house caught on fire right after we issued them a subpoena!


    “As of now, we can be sure that Mr. Jacobs was in cahoots with someone else. That person hired a


    hitman to kill him and his family because they were worried he would spill the beans!


    “It’s my fault for being careless. If we hade straight to Mr. Jacobs and his family, they would not


    have met with this misfortune!”


    Jupiter took his cigarette, which he had tucked behind his ear, and stuffed it into his mouth after lighting


    it. He spoke in a reproachful tone.


    The fire at Jade Lakeside Gardens continued burning for another two hours.


    All the houses located on the eighth floor and beyond were burnt to a crisp.


    Once the fire was put out, Jupiter and several inspectors entered Mr. Jacobs’ home to search for clues.


    The house was so badly destroyed that they did not find a single clue.


    Hera called Nash.


    Nash took his phone and walked over to the windowsill to answer the call.


    He stood on a pile of soot and ash.


    There was a crack.


    He seemed to have stepped on something.


    Nash moved his foot aside and realized it was an audio recorder pen about the size of one’s pinky


    finger.


    Angelica hurried over when she noticed what was going on.


    Nash picked up the audio recorder pen and handed it to Angelica before answering the phone.


    Hera was about to doze off. “When will you be home? I’m getting sleepy…”


    Since it had been a rtively small fire, a huge fuss was not made over it. Hera and her parents did not


    know what had happened.


    “Why don’t you head to bed first? I’ll be right back!” Nash said gently.


    Hera asked, “Why were you in such a hurry to leave? Did something happen?”


    Nash hesitated before he smiled and said, “It’s nothing. Just an old friend who wanted to see me. You


    should get some rest!”


    Hera heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing that. “Alright, I’m going to bed now!”


    She felt much more at ease knowing it was not an emergency.


    After hanging up the phone, Nash walked over to Jupiter and Angelica. “This audio recorder pen


    probably contains evidence… Let’s see if we can fix it!”


    The recording pen was badly burnt, and since Nash had also stepped on it, its stic outer case was


    already broken. Only the motherboard and a memory card remained intact.


    Jupiter smiled sadly. “The chances of sessfully fixing recorders that contain generic-brand memory


    cards are slim… Besides, it’s so badly burnt we can’t tell whichpany manufactured it…”


    Nash took the recorder from him and cracked the stic casing apart.


    Then, he extracted the memory card and looked at it carefully.


    He saw the words ‘HM’ on it.


    “Baroque Group produced this chip. I’ll try to have someone who works there fix it tomorrow!”