Tristan was also a little upset by Ronald Hunter's attitude. "Just say what you have to say, there is no need to play charades with me here!"
"Haha!" Ronald sneered. "You are such a man who doesn't admit that he is wrong until I show you some evidence, aren't you?"
Ronald, who was sitting on the seat, raised his hand and threw out a few photos, which fell from the air and landed at Tristan's feet.
Tristan bent down to pick up the photos. On it was the scene of him and Linch walking out of the hotel. It was the hotel where they stayed when they were looking for clues that day when they were waiting for the opportunity to go to the morgue.
There was no story in it but these photos were full of malice now.
Tristan frowned. "Where did you get the photos?"
"I don't need to tell you where I got it, Tristan!"