CHAPTER 511: CHAPTER 300 FALLING FROM THE BUILDING_3

Looking at Dean speak so eloquently, Nellie shook her dizzy head and exclaimed with admiration, "Detective Dean, you are the most knowledgeable person I have ever met."

Dean glanced at his L3 Akaz School Mind Reading Technique and smiled without saying a word.

The L3 Mind Reading Technique had endowed him with the knowledge and application of profound psychology and micro-expression analysis that ordinary people would need decades of study to possess.

If not for the fear of his spirit splitting, Dean would have long since continued to pour his stored Skill Points into the broadly encompassing Mind Reading Technique.

"So, what do we do next?" the young policewoman Nellie asked, perking up again after her compliment. "Keep an eye on the principal?"

Dean nodded. "Yes, but I’ll be the one watching him. I need you to investigate the principal’s whereabouts on August 4th to confirm if he had an alibi. If there’s enough time, also look into Selica’s and her family’s whereabouts on August 2nd. There must be some hidden connection involving the Principal, Selica, and Teacher Toddy that led to their argument!"

It had already been confirmed that the car involved in the argument with Teacher Toddy on August 2nd was Selica’s sedan.

Teacher Toddy was a good teacher who cared for the students’ mental and physical health.

What could cause such a person to argue with a student, a student’s parents, or even the principal? Considering Selica’s average looks but her exaggeratedly youthful physique, Dean already had a rough guess.

"Alright." Nellie raised an eyebrow.

Strictly speaking, Dean was just a detective hired by Teague’s father, which required her full cooperation in the investigation. But after spending two days with Dean and witnessing his impressive abilities, Nellie didn’t mind overlooking this detail.

Nellie offered to drive Dean back to the hotel to get his car, but Dean declined.

His second-hand sedan, though unremarkable, was better for operating alone and staying hidden.

The town was small. Dean wasn’t worried that, given his physical fitness, the principal could escape his surveillance. The principal wouldn’t be able to get away by car either!

After Nellie left, Dean found an inconspicuous spot and settled down to wait patiently.

Actually, he didn’t expect Nellie’s investigation to be of much help. She was a relatively new policewoman; investigating the whereabouts of several people without drawing attention wouldn’t be easy and would take time. Now that the case had some direction, with the time her investigation would take, he might have already caught the murderer himself.

Speaking of which, the reason Dean planned to tail the principal instead of Selica was his suspicion that the principal *was* the murderer!

Before leaving the school, he had even spent money to specifically ask the gatekeeper which car was the principal’s.

Time passed. In the blink of an eye, it was noon.

Fast-food restaurants were scarce in the small town. Most students and teachers opted to eat at the school. However, some students who lived close by chose to go home for lunch.

By the time it was nearly afternoon and classes were about to resume, Dean still hadn’t seen the principal’s or Selica’s car leave the school. Just when he thought he might have to wait until school ended for the day, shouts and commotion suddenly erupted from inside the school.

The commotion was loud enough to be heard outside the school gates. After receiving a phone call, the gatekeeper hastily closed the gates, his face frantic as he dashed into the school grounds.

What’s happening? Seeing the gatekeeper’s expression before he left, Dean had a bad feeling.

He couldn’t afford to wait any longer. He sprinted from his hiding spot toward the now-closed school gates. Approaching the bars, he vaulted over them with a perfect and elegant vaulting horse jump, then entered the school grounds and ran towards the office building where a crowd was gathering.

The area below the building was already swarming with students and teachers.

Someone who looked like a teacher was trying to maintain order, keeping the students back, while others were on their phones, speaking excitedly, possibly calling the police or an ambulance.

The onlooking students were discussing animatedly. From what Dean could gather, it seemed someone had jumped from the building.

Thanks to his height, Dean jumped up on the spot. From about ten meters away, he could see the scene behind the crowd: a figure in a suit lay face down on the cold concrete ground, neck twisted at an eerie angle, motionless...

"That’s..."

Recognizing the suit, the build, and the profile visible beneath the twisted neck, Dean’s pupils contracted.

Incredibly, it was the principal, with whom he had parted ways only a short time ago! How could he have fallen from the building!

Judging by the angle of the twisted neck, Dean concluded that the man was already dead.

He silently gazed at the Detective Panel in his mind, which showed no change, and became even more silent.

The murderer wasn’t the principal...