My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1755

As the case hadn't been completely solved yet, Jefferson still had the title of the captain of the special investigation team. Therefore, no one could stop him if he wanted to go with them. Quill naturally welcomed him. "Captain Hefner, it's best if you can go with us."

Jefferson ignored him and Quill didn't feel embarrassed either. Quill got into the passenger seat of the police car and turned to Jefferson, who was sitting at the back seat, reporting, "Captain Hefner, the murderer is also a ferocious person. We didn't manage to ask the truth about the location of the heads of the deceased where he had hidden out of him until this noon."

"Shut up!" Jefferson responded. He did not care about how they interrogated the murderer at all. What he was concerned about at this moment was Adrienne, because she acted so oddly as if she did not know that he had come.

Jefferson hit her by his elbow with force. He heard Adrienne snort in pain and asked her, "Adrienne, what are you thinking about? Can't you see that I'm here?"

Adrienne was in pain; only then did she come back to her senses from her thoughts and saw Jefferson before her eyes. She was still a little confused and questioned, "W-why are you here?"

Sure enough, she did not see him as she was thinking about other stuff.

Jefferson yelled at her furiously, "Adrienne, what did I tell you before?"

Adrienne was dumbfounded. "What?"

She had to remember every word he said. Did he really regard his words as an imperial edict?

Jefferson pinched Adrienne's chin and informed her rudely, "If you dare to think about anything else when you are with me, I will come at you at any time."

This sentence left a deep impression on Adrienne. He always threatened her in this way no matter what happened, but she did not see him really do anything to her. Adrienne was a little disdainful. "What did I do wrong to provoke you again, Mr. Hefner?"

"What were you thinking just now?" Jefferson asked, raising his eyebrows.

Adrienne answered, "What I was thinking has nothing to do with you. Could you please find some other things to do? Don't always appear before my eyes and pester me, okay?"

"It has nothing to do with me?" Upon hearing this, Jefferson's anger rose instantly. "Adrienne, don't forget that you are my legal wife."

Adrienne was at a loss for words. "You..."

She really couldn't refute it because it was the fact even if she was unwilling to admit this identity at all.

Quill, who was at the front row, pricked up his ears to listen to the conversation in the back seat. The first time he saw Jefferson, he knew that the relationship between him and Adrienne was unusual, but he did not know that they had reached such an intimate state.

Quill vaguely remembered that Adrienne wrote that she was single on the employment form. That would imply that she got married to Jefferson after she started working. Why didn't they announce it to the public?

Quill really wanted to look at the back, but he dared not do so due to Jefferson's prestige. Thus, he could only let his imagination run wild... Then, he heard Jefferson saying, "Quill, you should know what you can hear and what you shouldn't hear, right?"

Quill responded quickly, "Captain Hefner, don't worry about me. I didn't hear anything just now." "Are you dumb?" Jefferson scoffed. Quill asked again, "Captain Hefner, should I have heard what you

just said?"

Jefferson criticized, "You're really a good-for-nothing!"

He wanted Quill to spread the news, but Quill wanted to keep his mouth shut. Ralph often said Quill was a smart man, but he was obviously just a good-for-nothing. How could he be a wise man?

As Adrienne and Quill infuriated Jefferson, he did not say a word all the way. When they arrived at their destination, he still kept a straight face and ignored everyone.

The destination was a slaughterhouse in the suburb of Chatterton Town. Every day, tens of thousands of pigs would be slaughtered before being sent to grocery markets and supermarkets in the whole city. Although it had been cleaned, there was still a strong smell of blood.

Quill looked around and found a pile of bones beside the slaughterhouse, which was piled up with various sizes and shapes of pig bones.

He asked, "Has the manager of the slaughter house arrived yet?"

"Sir, I am the boss of the slaughterhouse. I'm Victor Weil. I've been waiting here for your arrival after receiving your call. I will try my best to do anything I can for you." A fat middle-aged man ran out of a small house next to the slaughterhouse, his belly twitching while he was running over.

Quill greeted, "I'm Quill Scott, the sergeant of the Paramount Criminal Police Team of Chatterton Town's police station. I have a question for you, did Lewis Black work here before?"

Victor asked, "What's wrong with Lewis?"

Quill repeated, "I'm asking you if he has worked here before?"

"Yes, he worked here before. He was a very diligent young man. He could take two people's workloads alone and never said he was tired. But last month, he suddenly told me that he wanted to go out to see the world and resigned. I asked him where he was going, but he didn't want to tell me. Therefore, I didn't ask him more about it," Victor answered. When it came to Lewis's resignation, he was really reluctant to let him go. Victor added, "If he didn't live a good life outside, he could come back to work at any time."

Quill asked, "What kind of work does he usually take charge of?"

Victor answered, "Apart form slaughtering pigs, he does almost all the other works. As a matter of fact, if it weren't for his hematophobia, he would have done the work of slaughtering pigs."

"Lewis has hematophobia?" Quill thought unfeelingly. If Victor knew that the hardworking young man, who he said had hematophobia, had killed four people, he didn't know if Victor would believe it.

Victor nodded. "That's right."

Quill added, "He is suspected of murdering.

You must cooperate with us now."

"M- murder?" Victor didn't dare believe it. "Sergeant Scott, did you all make a mistake? I would believe if you said anyone killed someone, but if you said that Lewis killed someone, I wouldn't believe you even if you killed me."

"It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not. You just need to cooperate with us." Quill waved his hand, instructing, "Tony, ask Victor to take you to Lewis's residence for investigation. The rest will come with me."

"Sergeant Scott, there are indelible bloodstains and the smell of blood everywhere. How can we find the head of the deceased?" A police officer looked at Quill with concern. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

"Search carefully. Even if you turn the whole slaughterhouse inside out, you have to find them," Quill ordered. In fact, he was not sure that he could find the heads of the four deceased as he did not know whether the murderer had told him the truth. However, he was unwilling to give up any opportunity to find the deceased's heads and let them rest in peace.

A group of people went to work under Quill's orders quickly. Under the companion of the slaughterhouse's staff, they went in search of the heads and did not let go of any possible corner.

After searching for more than half an hour, someone finally found something. "Sergeant Scott, I found something here. This bone looks like a human skull but it doesn't seem to look like it too."

Quill commanded, "Adrienne, why don't you come with me to have a look?"

"Okay," Adrienne responded. She took the tools and caught up with Quill rapidly. The whole time, she did not pay attention to Jefferson who was sulking alone at the side.