He promised her, "Saving my paintings is saving my life. I, Uriah Knight, swear that I will put you in the most important position in my life!"
"And no one can replace you, no one can surpass you!"
Iris leaned against her brother's arms, with a victorious smile on her lips.
And I, floating in mid-air, shouted anxiously.
"It's not her, it's not her, Uriah!"
Uriah closed his eyes and held Iris even tighter.
They went to the police station.
I watched helplessly as Iris lied to Uriah and said she was going to make a statement, then turned around and hid in the restroom.
She really acted like her.
As the owner of the gallery, Uriah naturally had to go and make a statement.
He and Ryle have known each other for a long time, so Ryle knows some basic information about him.
Ryle said, "The killer's methods are extremely cruel, and he knows your gallery inside out. It's obviously targeted at you."
"He has a strong anti-investigation awareness, leaving almost no traces at the scene, making the investigation difficult."
"I want to ask you, do you have anyone in mind?"
Uriah furrowed tightly.
He didn't know what he suddenly thought of, and snorted coldly.