The younger one, about twenty years old, was also surnamed Geng, named Charles Grant, with a square face, thick eyebrows, and big eyes, looking rather simple and honest.

In Olivia Miller's eyes, both of them looked and carried themselves very much like detectives.

Richard Benson was responsible for leading the way and making introductions. After exchanging names, he sat down with a polite smile.

Emily Foster was in charge of explaining their purpose and introducing the case. He recounted the events of Luo Deyuan’s death yesterday to Jane Miller in vivid detail, telling it almost like a story.

“…Therefore, we have determined that the killer is the recently rampant murderer—Muzi.” With this sentence, Emily Foster concluded his impassioned speech.

Richard Benson was full of amazement, murmuring softly, “Nine people killed in a month, so brutal, so brutal.”

William Grant and Charles Grant, however, remained expressionless, sitting upright and composed, while Charles Grant kept glancing at Olivia Miller.

Olivia Miller was still hesitating whether to tell everything he saw yesterday, that the killer was someone like ‘Heng Lang’.

However, the next moment, Emily Foster continued, “A case like this is not something our Qingshuifang yamen can handle. The case has already been reported to the Shuntian Prefecture yamen, and from here on, it will be up to the patrol camp to make the arrest.”

As Emily Foster spoke, his gaze, intentionally or not, fell upon Olivia Miller.

Olivia Miller was slightly taken aback.

The next moment, she realized—Grace Taylor was definitely not a simple woman. If she dared to let her go so easily, how could she not have a backup plan?

She had said that her second brother was a formidable person, clearly knowing something about the Wang family, while she herself knew nothing about her.

What if she had already bribed Emily Foster, and these officers were here today to test her?

It was best to watch and wait.

What interested Jane Miller more, however, were those eight characters. He slowly said, “Heaven’s way is not partial, it is always with the good. This phrase comes from Chapter 79 of the Dao De Jing: ‘Therefore the sage holds the left contract, and does not demand it of others. The virtuous keep the contract, the unvirtuous keep the tally. Heaven’s way is not partial, it is always with the good.’ It means that this killer believes all those he killed deserved to die. A rather clever use of a classical reference…”

Clever? Big brother, you’re going to be seen as a bookworm like this—Olivia Miller was a bit speechless.

Richard Benson, however, instantly put on a look of admiration, cupped his hands and said solemnly, “Young master, you are truly learned and talented, most admirable.”

Jane Miller modestly waved his hand and said calmly, “This phrase comes from the Dao De Jing, spoken by Laozi. The sage’s surname is ‘Li’, so you call the killer ‘Muzi’, is that right?”

“Exactly! Exactly!” Emily Foster also looked impressed and praised, “Young master, you are exceptionally wise.”

Olivia Miller thought to herself, “What’s the connection? If that phrase was said by Laozi, then you should call the killer ‘Laozi’.”

But then Emily Foster continued, “Originally, the case was already clear, and it had nothing to do with your third young master. But… last night, the two officers from the patrol camp caught a thief, who also happened to be quite skilled in martial arts and rather tall. So we’d like the third young master to come and take a look.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Charles Grant stood up and said, “That’s right, I’m the one who caught him last night.”

Olivia Miller thought to herself, “Judging by the handwriting, the killer is more likely to be Huazhi. Did this big oaf catch the wrong person?”

On the other side, Jane Miller put on a polite smile and pondered, “By rights, it is our duty as commoners to assist the officers in solving cases. Unfortunately, my third brother is still young and easily frightened, so I’m afraid he’s not up to the task.”

As soon as he said this, Emily Foster and Robert Benson both had an expression of “just as expected.”

They glanced at William Grant, their eyes seeming to say, “Sir, you see, there’s nothing we can do.”

William Grant stood up and said, “We really shouldn’t trouble your esteemed household, but this morning we asked the victim, Miss Tang, to identify the suspect. The woman was so frightened she couldn’t tell if it was Muzi or not. Now, only your younger brother has seen Muzi, so we must ask for your understanding, young master.”

Jane Miller remained seated and said, “It’s not that I’m unwilling, but my third brother’s wedding is approaching, and it’s really not appropriate for him to go to the yamen or prison to identify someone—it’s inauspicious.”

As he spoke, he beckoned his servant Mason over and whispered a few words.

Olivia Miller, however, was puzzled—wedding approaching? I’m only fifteen!

On the other side, William Grant and Charles Grant exchanged a glance.

Charles Grant was rather reluctant and muttered in a low voice, “Uncle, I was counting on this merit…”

But William Grant gently shook his head. Before coming, he had heard from Robert Benson that the Wang family’s third son was to marry Princess Shunning. Such a royal connection was not something someone of his status could force. Now that Jane Miller had brought this up as an excuse, pressing further would only offend them.

“In that case, sorry to have disturbed you.” William Grant could only cup his hands in farewell.

Just then, Jane Miller’s servant Mason happened to bring in a small tray, covered with a red cloth.

Richard Benson immediately understood what was happening, and his eyes lit up.

Emily Foster also swallowed hard.

Sure enough, Jane Miller smiled and said, “It’s precisely because of diligent officers like you that we common folk can live in peace. For example, yesterday—if not for Captain Foster, who knows what might have happened to my third brother? Here’s a small token of appreciation, please accept it.”

Who knows what might have happened to my third brother?—Olivia Miller keenly caught this phrase and glanced at Jane Miller again.