Chapter 491

Eight years ago, Anastasia and Monica went camping at Cloud Mountain and accidentally found themselves in the middle of a police raid. Back then, Jason was a lean, wild-looking young man with unruly long hair. Now, eight years later, he was almost unrecognizable to Anastasia. Jason's lips twitched slightly. "So, your first impression of me was that of an unlucky rookie cop, huh?"

Anastasia quickly apologized, "Oh, I didn't mean anything by it. It's just such a surprise, that's all."

The nickname "unlucky rookie cop" was actually Monica's doing, after Jason's less-than-stellar debut where he got accidentally injured.

"You still remember that? I'm impressed," Jason said.

"It was a memorable incident. Your pants were almost yanked down by the perp, and you were wearing red boxers..." Anastasia realized she had said too much and quickly shut her mouth, offering an embarrassed but polite smile. Why did she even bring that up?

Jason fell silent. That part of his past was something he'd rather forget.

"It's fine. I don't wear red anymore."

Anastasia was speechless. Why was he telling her about his underwear color now?

was, to put it mildly,

subject, "You didn't just bump into me by chance, did you? You came looking for

believe in such a

years, it seemed unlikely

to talk. I need to know

day. Her mind had been clouded with hate, and she barely remembered

"In what capacity are you asking? If this

"I'm off duty today. Just friends chatting. What was going through your mind when you first stabbed Grannie Anita? Was the knife angled down, or did you strike straight? There are many aspects of the case that

curiosity surfaced as he talked

bombarded with memories

She resisted those memories.

is closed. I don't need

the real murderer was

do you mean?" Anastasia was

you don't want to talk, or if you're scared, we can

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