Falling For My Ex's Uncle - Chapter 370: Chapter 370
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After a brief silence, I slowly said, "That's why I began to suspect that Meryl might have had someone assist her in killing Wilhelm."
Marvin parked the car in front of a restaurant, his sharp eyes locking onto mine. After a moment of hesitation, he asked, "Have you figured something out?"
"Don't you think Meryl's reaction to Wilhelm's death is strange?" I sighed softly. "She shouldn't be so indifferent."
"They were married for seven years, so perhaps there was still some emotional connection between them," Marvin thought for a moment before continuing, "Of course, it's also possible that Meryl's sadness wasn't about Wilhelm but the seven years of effort she invested."
"Then what was the reason for their divorce?" I asked.
"Their marriage was falling apart," Marvin said, frowning slightly. "Meryl never mentioned anything about Wilhelm abusing her. After all, family shame is usually kept private. It's not unusual, especially since they were already in the process of getting a divorce."
"No, something's not right. I feel like Meryl is hiding something," I said, my brow furrowed. I didn't continue because solving cases relies on evidence, not intuition.
Marvin smiled upon hearing that. "Stop overthinking it. Let's grab something to eat. After that, we can check it out and find out."
I paused, looking at him in confusion. Marvin turned his gaze toward the car window, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Just behind us is the neighborhood where Meryl and Wilhelm lived. If Wilhelm had abused Meryl frequently, the neighbors would have heard something. They might have useful information for us."
I nodded silently and followed Marvin into a private restaurant.
We casually found a spot and sat down at the restaurant. Just as the owner brought the dishes to the table, a woman in her forties from the neighboring table couldn't contain her curiosity and asked, "Mr. Tillman, I heard someone in our neighborhood died. Is it true?"
The owner was a man in his forties, tall and thin, with a refined appearance. He paused for a moment, then quickly flashed a smile. "Death, huh? It's quite normal. When do people not die? This neighborhood has a lot of elderly residents."
"It's not that," the woman corrected. "Wilhelm died. Didn't you know? Did he ever run a tab at your restaurant?"
He froze suddenly, a look of disbelief crossing his face. "How could that be? He was just here a few days ago drinking at our restaurant."
"We wouldn't be spreading rumors about something like this," the middle-aged woman said, her calm voice tinged with tension. "I heard he was murdered. Fortunately, it didn't happen in our neighborhood, or the property prices would have dropped."
Sitting beside the woman, the man nudged her arm and coldly reminded her, "Stop talking. Show some respect, and treat the deceased with dignity. Why say such things?"
The middle-aged woman looked dismissive and shot the man a sideways glance. "Someone like him, a scumbag, probably pissed off the wrong person. He got what he deserved—better Wilhelm's gone, so he doesn't harm anyone else."
The way they acted, they seemed like an ordinary couple. I exchanged a glance with Marvin.
Lopiond Community was originally a relocation housing area. The people living there were all descendants of families from the same village, so everyone knew each other. Additionally, the community was poorly managed, and outside vehicles could enter and exit without restriction.
Several small restaurants were downstairs, most of which catered to the residents. After chatting with a few people, it became clear that the middle-aged woman did not like Wilhelm and seemed to despise him.
"Alright, if you keep talking like that, what if it returns to Wilhelm's mother? She'll come here and start an argument with you, and who knows, she might even say you're the one who caused her son's death," the man sitting across from the middle-aged woman teased.
The tall man in a suit appeared to be in his fifties. He sat upright with a smile, giving off the impression of a good-natured personality. The woman sitting beside him was of a similar age but very slim and shorter.
She sighed softly, her tone filled with regret. "Wilhelm was someone we watched grow up. How did he end up like this? A good family torn apart just like that, and now, he's lost his life."
"He's getting what he deserves. People like them shouldn't go around mistreating others," the middle-aged woman said, her face showing a hint of anger.
The owner, standing awkwardly to the side, gave a nervous smile. When he turned around, he noticed Marvin and me sitting in the corner and quickly walked over. "What would you two like to eat?"
Marvin glanced briefly at the menu, then looked up at the owner and said, "Bring us a few specialty dishes."
"Our fried chicken is great, and we also have steam fish. I'll stir-fry a vegetable dish and make soup. Does that sound good? Our portions are generous; you two will have more than enough to eat," the owner suggested.
Marvin closed the menu and nodded in response.
The middle-aged woman at the neighboring table looked up, giving us a meaningful glance before smiling at me. "Are you tenants here or looking to buy a house?" she asked.
Before I could speak, Marvin answered, "We're just here to see if any rental properties are available."
The middle-aged woman smiled brightly upon hearing this and quickly asked, "Young man, are you and your wife planning to live together here?"
Marvin replied, "No, I live alone."
The middle-aged woman immediately understood and said, "Well, you're not a couple. If you haven't found a place yet, come by my house later and take a look. I have a rental available."
Curious about what the middle-aged woman had said earlier, I asked, "Didn't you mention someone died in this community? Is it safe to live here?"
"Of course not, our community is very safe," the middle-aged woman quickly explained. Then, she glanced around and lowered her voice, adding, "The person who died was from our neighborhood, but he didn't die here. I heard he was killed somewhere else. Maybe he was messing around outside, and his wife found out and secretly killed him."
"Don't listen to my wife, she's just talking nonsense," the middle-aged woman's husband quickly intervened, trying to correct what she had said.
To my surprise, the middle-aged woman didn't stop and became even more agitated. "I'm not talking nonsense!" she snapped. "That guy was no good. Since he and Meryl started their divorce proceedings, he's been bringing different women home. I saw it with my own eyes."
With a look of disdain on her face, she added, "You could tell those women were dressed up to the nines, and one of them was even married. Maybe her husband found out and secretly killed him, then dumped him in the river."
After speaking, an engine revving came outside the door. The middle-aged woman furrowed her brow slightly as if something clicked in her mind. "I think I heard the sound of that kind of car outside the house the night that guy died."
Marvin parked the car in front of a restaurant, his sharp eyes locking onto mine. After a moment of hesitation, he asked, "Have you figured something out?"
"Don't you think Meryl's reaction to Wilhelm's death is strange?" I sighed softly. "She shouldn't be so indifferent."
"They were married for seven years, so perhaps there was still some emotional connection between them," Marvin thought for a moment before continuing, "Of course, it's also possible that Meryl's sadness wasn't about Wilhelm but the seven years of effort she invested."
"Then what was the reason for their divorce?" I asked.
"Their marriage was falling apart," Marvin said, frowning slightly. "Meryl never mentioned anything about Wilhelm abusing her. After all, family shame is usually kept private. It's not unusual, especially since they were already in the process of getting a divorce."
"No, something's not right. I feel like Meryl is hiding something," I said, my brow furrowed. I didn't continue because solving cases relies on evidence, not intuition.
Marvin smiled upon hearing that. "Stop overthinking it. Let's grab something to eat. After that, we can check it out and find out."
I paused, looking at him in confusion. Marvin turned his gaze toward the car window, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Just behind us is the neighborhood where Meryl and Wilhelm lived. If Wilhelm had abused Meryl frequently, the neighbors would have heard something. They might have useful information for us."
I nodded silently and followed Marvin into a private restaurant.
We casually found a spot and sat down at the restaurant. Just as the owner brought the dishes to the table, a woman in her forties from the neighboring table couldn't contain her curiosity and asked, "Mr. Tillman, I heard someone in our neighborhood died. Is it true?"
The owner was a man in his forties, tall and thin, with a refined appearance. He paused for a moment, then quickly flashed a smile. "Death, huh? It's quite normal. When do people not die? This neighborhood has a lot of elderly residents."
"It's not that," the woman corrected. "Wilhelm died. Didn't you know? Did he ever run a tab at your restaurant?"
He froze suddenly, a look of disbelief crossing his face. "How could that be? He was just here a few days ago drinking at our restaurant."
"We wouldn't be spreading rumors about something like this," the middle-aged woman said, her calm voice tinged with tension. "I heard he was murdered. Fortunately, it didn't happen in our neighborhood, or the property prices would have dropped."
Sitting beside the woman, the man nudged her arm and coldly reminded her, "Stop talking. Show some respect, and treat the deceased with dignity. Why say such things?"
The middle-aged woman looked dismissive and shot the man a sideways glance. "Someone like him, a scumbag, probably pissed off the wrong person. He got what he deserved—better Wilhelm's gone, so he doesn't harm anyone else."
The way they acted, they seemed like an ordinary couple. I exchanged a glance with Marvin.
Lopiond Community was originally a relocation housing area. The people living there were all descendants of families from the same village, so everyone knew each other. Additionally, the community was poorly managed, and outside vehicles could enter and exit without restriction.
Several small restaurants were downstairs, most of which catered to the residents. After chatting with a few people, it became clear that the middle-aged woman did not like Wilhelm and seemed to despise him.
"Alright, if you keep talking like that, what if it returns to Wilhelm's mother? She'll come here and start an argument with you, and who knows, she might even say you're the one who caused her son's death," the man sitting across from the middle-aged woman teased.
The tall man in a suit appeared to be in his fifties. He sat upright with a smile, giving off the impression of a good-natured personality. The woman sitting beside him was of a similar age but very slim and shorter.
She sighed softly, her tone filled with regret. "Wilhelm was someone we watched grow up. How did he end up like this? A good family torn apart just like that, and now, he's lost his life."
"He's getting what he deserves. People like them shouldn't go around mistreating others," the middle-aged woman said, her face showing a hint of anger.
The owner, standing awkwardly to the side, gave a nervous smile. When he turned around, he noticed Marvin and me sitting in the corner and quickly walked over. "What would you two like to eat?"
Marvin glanced briefly at the menu, then looked up at the owner and said, "Bring us a few specialty dishes."
"Our fried chicken is great, and we also have steam fish. I'll stir-fry a vegetable dish and make soup. Does that sound good? Our portions are generous; you two will have more than enough to eat," the owner suggested.
Marvin closed the menu and nodded in response.
The middle-aged woman at the neighboring table looked up, giving us a meaningful glance before smiling at me. "Are you tenants here or looking to buy a house?" she asked.
Before I could speak, Marvin answered, "We're just here to see if any rental properties are available."
The middle-aged woman smiled brightly upon hearing this and quickly asked, "Young man, are you and your wife planning to live together here?"
Marvin replied, "No, I live alone."
The middle-aged woman immediately understood and said, "Well, you're not a couple. If you haven't found a place yet, come by my house later and take a look. I have a rental available."
Curious about what the middle-aged woman had said earlier, I asked, "Didn't you mention someone died in this community? Is it safe to live here?"
"Of course not, our community is very safe," the middle-aged woman quickly explained. Then, she glanced around and lowered her voice, adding, "The person who died was from our neighborhood, but he didn't die here. I heard he was killed somewhere else. Maybe he was messing around outside, and his wife found out and secretly killed him."
"Don't listen to my wife, she's just talking nonsense," the middle-aged woman's husband quickly intervened, trying to correct what she had said.
To my surprise, the middle-aged woman didn't stop and became even more agitated. "I'm not talking nonsense!" she snapped. "That guy was no good. Since he and Meryl started their divorce proceedings, he's been bringing different women home. I saw it with my own eyes."
With a look of disdain on her face, she added, "You could tell those women were dressed up to the nines, and one of them was even married. Maybe her husband found out and secretly killed him, then dumped him in the river."
After speaking, an engine revving came outside the door. The middle-aged woman furrowed her brow slightly as if something clicked in her mind. "I think I heard the sound of that kind of car outside the house the night that guy died."
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