Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Chapter 325 You Have a Big Heart, Miss Tiffany

Tiffany’s single-room apartment had an open kitchen, with the living room area just outside the kitchen. A small coffee table was placed in front of the sofa, making the space cozy and well-organized. It was evident that Tiffany took great care in keeping her place tidy and inviting.

Lilly settled herself on the sofa, gripping the glass of fruit juice tightly as she cagerly drank it down, letting out a contented sigh. “Ah..”

Tiffany filled up another cup of juice for Lilly, her curiosity getting the better of her. She hesitated for a moment before asking, “Lilly, why did you and your father come here in the middle of the night…”

Based on the encounter with the expensive Hummer carlier, Tiffany deduced that Lilly and her father must come from a wealthy background, making it unlikely for them to be residing in such a humble location.

Taking a sip of her juice, Lilly thought of how to lie to her…

No, Daddy said we’re not lying, it’s called telling white lies.

Hmm… How do I tell a white lie?

She then heard her father casually say, “I work as a part-time detective. I’m currently investigating a case, and I happened to receive a lead that brought us here.

Tiffany couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow in disbelief

“Part-time detective?” she thought. “Is that even a real thing? And why would a detective bring his daughter along during work?”

Blake crossed his arms and began to weave a story, “I Had to work late tonight, and my daughter has been patiently waiting for me in the office since her tutoring session ended. She waited for hours until now.”

Both Tiffany and Lilly had their doubts, but Blake’s serious expression and air of authority made them. question their skepticism…

It must be true…

Tiffany asked, “What case are you investigating. Am related to it?”

Suddenly overcome with nervousness, she wracked her brain, realizing that apart from mindlessly scrolling through her phone in the middle of the night she had not committed any guilty actions!

As for the remainder of the incident, he collided with his car during daylight hours….

Blake spoke directly without beating around the bush, stating, “Not too long ago, a girl was murdered, and her body vanished.”

Tiffany was left speechless.

A wave of fear washed over her once more as she realized… the body was gone?!

Her voice trembling, she stuttered, “I… I… I haven’t seen it before… No, it can’t be here…”

Blake surveyed the room, unsure whether she was present or not.

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After all, he had just been informed by Lilly that there was a female ghost trapped in this place.

Lilly mentioned that certain individuals had tragically passed away and were unable to move on

conjured up a myriad of

he hadn’t had an opportunity to discuss matters

recently? Or perhaps heard or seen anything out of the

lips tightly pressed

business.

instinctively responded, “N…

voice barely audible as she whispered, “Daddy,

seat, Blake retrieved a pair of gloves from

donned the gloves, he asked in a calm tone,

the side although she did not know what he

she felt that

this what Grandma meant when she said he was

Okay, I’ve got it!

from Blake, Tiffany felt compelled to respond, her mind. racing with nervous energy. Suddenly, a thought struck her, and

blurting out I’ve been consistently noticing the stench of dead mice lately, but I can’t

uttered those words, a chilling

odor of dead rats… Could it possibly be

the place she was renting,

was on

a casual search, flipping through pages of a book

manner.

notice the odor? Where did you defect it? And where

taken aback by Blake’s rapid-fire questions, causing her entire body to tense

wardrobe… it’s strongest there,

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sensation as she recalled the peculiar incident earlier-an cerie voice whispering “Lend me seven years” in her ear, and the lingering handprint on

observing them as they entered her

scanned the surroundings, his gaze eventually fiting

in question was a drawer-type, measuring approximately 23.6 x

width.

While such a closet may

around the closet have now been tightly sealed with transparent

“What’s inside?” Blake inquired.

shook her head rapidly, replying, “I don’t know. It’s not

landlord…”

items.

in response, “And

an understanding of respecting

left speechless and responded angrily, “It’s just

dispose of their old belongings. With no suitable place to store them, they opt to leave them behind

the tenants not to touch these things, or simply use

sneered, remarking, “Quite trusting,