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"I want to report a crime too! Vincent previously plagiarized my drafts. This matter can't be dropped!"
Seeing this, Connor quickly pointed at Amelia beside him and continued.
"Amelia can testify to this! She saw evidence of Vincent's plagiarism at his house with her own eyes."
Amelia seemed not fully caught up with the situation.
Under Connor's intense gaze, she hesitated for a moment, then immediately nodded. "Yes, I can prove it."
The police officer frowned, clearly unsure how to handle this chaotic situation.
The officer said calmly.
"One thing at a time. Where is the complainant, Vincent Lowe? We need to confirm details of the homicide with the victim."
Someone cautiously stepped forward and handed their phone to the officer.
The screen showed the suicide note circulating widely online.
"Vincent seems to be... dead."
The officer took the phone, his frown deepening, but he quickly gathered his thoughts.
"The caller and the victim are the same person?"
A competition meant for art and talent had swiftly turned into a live suspense thriller before everyone's eyes.
The audience went from stunned to wildly excited.
The live stream's popularity soared, attracting even more viewers.
The organizers, seeing the unexpectedly dramatic turn of events, had a quick idea and immediately applied to the police for permission to continue live streaming.
The police were hesitant at first.
However, the event had already captured massive public attention. They had to provide an answer to the public.
After a moment's thought, he finally nodded and agreed to the live broadcast.
She even swore that if any more evidence of plagiarism was found, she'd expose it online immediately.
Connor suddenly suggested.
"Since Vincent isn't showing up, why don't we just go to his house? Maybe we can find the key evidence there."
Connor had already planned it out.
Once they found something, he'd use his cheat to alter the timestamps. He was determined to cement my reputation as a plagiarist for good.
As for whether Vincent was really dead, Connor scoffed at the idea.
This was just Vincent's last desperate trick, his final struggle.
He didn't believe I had the guts to end things so extremely, nor did he think I was brave enough to do such a thing.
The police officer nodded.
"The key now lies with this Vincent Lowe."
Subsequently, a large group of people marched towards the house I shared with Amelia.
The police asked Amelia.
"Since you know about the evidence of Vincent's plagiarism, please find it for us."
Amelia suddenly looked flustered.
Then she had a sudden idea.
"The safe! He has a safe. It must be in there!"
Amelia walked into the bedroom, pulled open a drawer, revealing a safe inside.
The police broke it open.
Amelia started throwing my things out one by one onto the floor.
Paints, material books... Finally, from the very bottom of the drawer, she pulled out a thick sketchbook.
"I knew it! This must be the evidence of Vincent's plagiarism!"
But as she angrily opened the sketchbook, she froze.
Inside weren't the plagiarized drafts she expected.
Instead, page after page of delicate, tender sketches documented her every expression and pose, depicting my sincere feelings for her.
This was a birthday gift I had carefully prepared for Amelia.
Amelia always said I wasn't romantic, that my feelings for her weren't direct or passionate enough.
But that didn't mean my affection wasn't genuine.
Those were my wordless declarations of love for her.
