Chapter 538: Chapter 538 Expressive Looks_1


    Zack Wace’s eyes were cold and mocking as he watched the person, “I’ve said it before, the murderer’s shoe sole would have picked up more honey water than an ordinary person. Besides, even if we can’t figure out who it is, at least we can narrow down the range of suspects, can’t we?”


    No one spoke again.


    At this time, Alexander Summers said, “Since this incident happened on my turf, I will see it through to the end. Now that everything is ready, everyone just needs to leave their shoeprints. Anyone who doesn’t step in the honey water can leave right now. I will not trouble those unrted to the matter.”


    The crowd whispered among themselves in low voices.


    In truth, using honey water to identify the murderer, while seemingly clever, was still somewhat crude.


    For one, the honey water was indeed sprinkled on the carpet, but it was not certain that the murderer would have stepped exactly in that wet area.


    Secondly, so much time had passed, how much honey water could still be on the shoes? Would it leave sufficient traces?


    Thirdly, as someone had just mentioned, other people might have walked over the same spot as the murderer and gotten honey water on their shoes as well.


    There were too many uncertainties, making this method unreliable.


    But for now, there seemed to be no other option.<div>


    Just walking a few steps could clear one of suspicion, so why not do it? Plus, Roy Howard had said that anyone who didn’t step in the honey water could leave now.


    Some were eager to try, others stood by and watched, and some of the more suspicious began to wonder if this was a trap within a trap?


    Could it be that Roy Howard was the actual killer? Was this just another one of his schemes to eliminate opposing forces?


    “I’ll go first.” An elderly uncle stood up, walking over with his cane.


    Zack Wace’s face immediately lit up with smiles, “Third Uncle, why trouble you, sir? You and the elder master are brothers, and besides, with your health… you couldn’t possibly be the murderer.


    “Whether I am the murderer or not will be clear once I walk.” Third Uncle smiled and took two to three steps into the dance floor.


    Because of his cane, small, faint ck dots apanied his shoe prints, which looked somewhatical.


    But in this situation, no one dared tough.


    Ants crawled over them without a single one stopping.


    “Look, the ants aren’t reacting!” someone said, “This method really works!”


    Third Uncle’s shoeprint,pared with the maid’s not far away, formed a stark contrast.


    The murderer must be feeling very nervous now, afraid that they had gotten honey water on themselves and would be exposed in front of everyone.


    Purple Summers curiously watched the various expressions of the guests around her, trying to see who would reveal a w.


    Although she didn’t catch sight of the murderer, she did see Alexander from afar, looking at her with deep affection.


    Purple Summers: “…”


    In such a serious moment, why send loving looks her way? He would have been a foolish ruler in ancient times!


    Purple Summers red fiercely at him.


    Alexander’s lips slightly curved up, and he indifferently withdrew his gaze.


    Zack Wace had people help Third Uncle back to his seat to rest.<div>


    After the first person, there was a second, and then a third, and so the guests took turns leaving their shoeprints on the dance floor.


    Naturally, they couldn’t all crowd in at once; that would make it impossible to distinguish whose shoeprints were whose, so only two or three people went at a time.


    Nearing a hundred guests, it would take quite some time if each person walked once; everyone waited beside the dining tables.


    At this moment, Zack Wace suddenly said in a mocking tone: “…tsk tsk tsk, Young Master Flynn Howard, those shoes of yours seem a bit ill-fitting, don’t they?”<div>


    Flynn Howard looked down at his feet, his expression stiffening slightly.


    Others also looked over, their gazes falling on Flynn Howard’s shoes.


    They were a pair of very ordinary men’s leather shoes.


    Disgusted, Flynn Howard red at Zack Wace and came back from the dance floor, saying, “The shoes are on my feet, if I’mfortable, that’s all that matters. Why do you care if they fit or not? Go on and y your ant game, see if you can find the honey water you’re looking for! …”


    As soon as his words fell, Zack Wace gave a signal with his eyes, and then, those guarding near the doors and windows, all raised their guns!