Jane Sampson was very certain that Jas Black couldn’t be the murderer.
"Could it be one of your crazy fans did it?" Peter Gingery leaned over and took a glance, "Oh my, the thod of killing is very brutal. A stab in the throat, one left and one later, two stabs deep into the bone, only a strong man could have done it."
Pausing, Peter Gingery added, "It should also be soone with dical knowledge, otherwise they wouldn’t know how to make such precise cuts, finding the artery in one go."
"Brother Peter Gingery, have you been watching too many detective shows?" Bright Sampton said with a mix of laughter and tears, "I agree with your first guess, but I can’t agree with the latter. You give a knife, and I can slice your artery in one go too. With such a long blade, what luck must this person have had to not hit an artery?"
"I’m not sure how Jas Black is doing." Jane Sampson was a bit worried, "Jas Black wanted to get closer to the person behind this young man. Initially, he needed the young man to make introductions. Now that the young man is dead, I wonder if Jas Black can still complete his mission smoothly."
"Since we haven’t heard news of his return, he must have found another way." Peter Gingery had special trust in Jas Black, "My brother, although low in emotional intelligence, is high in intelligence. Don’t worry, with my brother in action, there’s nothing he can’t solve."
After the three watched the news, they didn’t pay it any more attention. As Peter Gingery said, Jane Sampson also felt that there was nothing Jas Black couldn’t handle.
With the remaining ti, the three of them browsed online shopping on Old Sir’s pad, spending an afternoon finally deciding on a leather jacket and bell-bottom jeans.
After placing the order, Jane Sampson hugged the pad, entranced, lying on the sofa, grinning like a silly kid.
"Don’t get too excited just yet, even if you buy it, my brother might not wear it." Peter Gingery couldn’t help but throw cold water on Jane Sampson’s enthusiasm, "You’ve tried before and failed, haven’t you?"
"You don’t understand, it’s different this ti." Jane Sampson waved her hand, crossed her legs in a show of confidence, and then picked up her new phone to play a standalone ga, Candy Crush.
At the sa ti, over at the Carter Family, after leaving the Black Family, the five mbers went to Jas Carter’s house in Capital Province.
Having traveled all night and t with Jane Sampson, everyone was exhausted and went to their rooms to rest for a while.
When Father Carter and his wife woke up, they heard the voices of two elderly people talking with Jas Carter in the living room.
As they walked out of the room, they saw Granny Carter holding a docunt, talking to Jas Carter.
When Father Carter approached, he realized it was a property grant docunt.
"Mom, what are you doing?" Father Carter walked over and asked, puzzled.
"After this incident, your dad and I felt that so things should be settled earlier for peace of mind. Your dad and I are both getting old, and you never know when we might go. If things aren’t arranged, I’m afraid we won’t leave in peace."
Granny Carter said, "This ti, I’ve brought all these docunts. We’ll head to the Black Family again tomorrow and have Jane Sampson sign them. Once signed, the docunts will take effect, and all our assets will go to Jas Carter and Jane Sampson."
"Split equally where possible. If not, then everything goes to Jane Sampson." Granny Carter smiled, "We’ve also decided—after discussing with your grandpa—to leave the courtyard in City Z to Jane Sampson. That courtyard has a quaint charm that your sister should like."
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