Chapter 82 Chapter 82 Presumption of Innocence

The venue was empty and silent in an instant. Only the huge chandelier on the ceiling was still diligently emitting pale light, casting fierce shadows on the pure white marble floor.

Vermouth might be dealing with the media outside the venue, or perhaps she was talking to her beloved Miss Angel. Olga didn't care. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she was determined to end this ridiculous drama immediately.

Suddenly, she heard the clatter of heels hitting the marble floor, a sound that was unusually harsh in the empty room. The noise was a bit chaotic, and Olga concluded there were at least two people, one pair in high heels and one pair in flats.

The footsteps didn't belong to anyone Olga knew. So, she had to temporarily put aside the thought of leaving the coffin and continue to play dead with her eyes closed.

However, the footsteps were getting closer.

Their target is her!

who are they?

Everyone who had attended the memorial service should have left by now. Even if Vermouth was unreliable, she wouldn't have left Olga alone with others in this state.

The sound of the high heels hitting the ground became clearer and clearer, as if knocking on Olga's heart.

Finally, the footsteps stopped. Even with her eyes closed, Olga could feel the stares.

She felt a warm hand cautiously reaching for her neck, trembling slightly. The warmth of that hand, carried through the air, touched the cold skin of Olga's neck, causing a surge of discomfort in her heart.

What the hell is Vermouth doing?!

As the hand got closer, Olga almost went crazy.

She could indeed act like she was dead, even the rise and fall of her chest with breathing could be masked with a specially crafted prop. But there was one thing she couldn't fake: her pulse. Or perhaps it simply hadn't occurred to them to conceal it. After all, Vermouth was watching, and she wouldn't allow anyone to check Sharon Wynyard's pulse.

But now Vermouth is not here!

She didn't even leave a few people to prevent others from getting close!

No... Or maybe she left some people behind, but these people who were supposed to stop others from getting close to Olga were unable to show up for some reason.

When the fingertips were only five millimeters away from her skin, Olga suddenly opened her eyes and grasped the wrist of the person with her cold right hand to prevent her hand from getting any closer.

The face of the visitor was clearly reflected in Olga's blue eyes.

It was a woman with short blond hair and glasses. Her hair was darker than Vermouth's. Behind those old glasses, her eyes widened slightly, her light blue pupils filled with surprise.

Olga remembered this person - Judy Stelling - Vermouth had killed her father many years ago and foolishly left half a fingerprint at the scene.

Apparently, the resurrection of "Sharon Wynyard" scared Judy Stelling, even though she seemed to have doubts about Sharon Wynyard's death in the first place.

And the other person——

Olga's gaze slowly shifted to the left, to the other side of the coffin. At the same time, a dark wooden hatch pointed towards her head.

"Akai, Shuichi."

A hint of a cold smile gradually formed in Olga's previously calm eyes. Then, her facial muscles were mobilized, pulling the corners of her mouth into an upward arc.

Who else could it be but Shuichi Akai standing on the other side of the coffin?

He still wore the same black knitted hat, his long hair flowing down his back. Compared to Judy Stelling, Akai Shuichi's posture seemed much more relaxed. He shoved one hand in his pocket, the other holding a wooden cannon and pointing at Olga. Meeting her gaze, one eyebrow rose slightly.

After the initial shock, Judy finally reacted. She pulled her hand away suddenly and took a defensive blocking stance.

Olga did not attack. She just casually let go of Judy's wrist, raised her hands in surrender, and sat up from the coffin.

Olga acted too relaxed, so relaxed that it didn't seem like she was faking her death and was discovered by the FBI.

“You really are—”

Before Judy could finish her sentence, Olga looked at Akai Shuichi and said in the slightly hoarse voice of "Sharon Wynyard": "Well, things like faked deaths shouldn't be the FBI's business, right?"

Shuichi Akai raised the wooden cannon in his hand. "But as the FBI, I can't just ignore the fact that an American citizen faked his own death to deceive the government and society. After all, Sharon Wynyard's death certificate has already been issued."

Olga: “…”

She stared at Akai Shuichi through her contact lenses for two seconds, then lowered her hands, which had been raised in a gesture of surrender, and sighed, "You're really nosy, Mr. FBI."

Akai Shuichi looked relaxed, with even a smile on his lips.

"But unfortunately," Olga reached out and grasped the edge of the penis at her chin, and said the second half of the sentence in her own voice, "there is no law that stipulates that the person lying in the coffin at the memorial service must be the deceased, right?"

With that, she ripped off her mask. As Akai Shuichi stared at her, she tossed her □□ aside and climbed out of the coffin as effortlessly as possible.

Lying in one position motionless for more than three hours in a small space would make a normal person feel stiff, let alone Olga, whose physical condition could be described as terrible.

"Alsace?"

Even Akai Shuichi's usually deep voice couldn't help but rise slightly at this point. He clearly hadn't anticipated this outcome.

Then, he frowned and let go of the hand holding Mu Cang under Judy's puzzled gaze.

"Xiu?" Judy didn't understand why Akai Shuichi did this, but her muzzle was still pointed at Olga, with her thumb on the safety, ready to go. "Xiu, she is the one you mentioned when you were undercover in the organization-"

"Ah," Akai Shuichi answered in the affirmative. His relaxed demeanor was gone, even after he had put away his wooden sling and stuffed his hands in his trouser pockets.

Olga remained unfazed by Judy's pointed gun. Leaning against the coffin and adjusting her hair, she said leisurely, "I was simply acting as a deceased person at a friend's request, so her late mother wouldn't be disturbed. Excuse me, what law did I break?"

Obviously, no one believed Olga's story, especially after discovering her true identity. But Judy immediately understood why Akai Shuichi put down the wooden cannon. She realized with almost despair that they had no evidence!

Then, her hand holding Mu Cang wavered slightly, just like her heart.

"Really?" Shuichi Akai didn't seem to intend to leave immediately, even though he had already determined that it would be impossible to arrest any member of the organization today, whether it was Arthas or Vermouth.

If arrests can be made at will without evidence, wouldn't it be easier to catch Vermouth, who has always been active in the public eye?

Of course, if the FBI insists on arresting suspects without evidence, that's fine, but they can't arrest core members of the organization. Otherwise, as soon as they arrest someone, they'll probably get calls from Congress accusing them of procedural injustice.

Who knows how long the organization's hands are?

Akai Shuichi stared at Olga with a deep gaze, his tone unreadable: "Your 'friend', are you referring to Chris Wynyard?"

Olga just leaned against the coffin with her arms folded, looking at him, smiling without saying a word.

"Sharon Wynyard, is she really dead?"

"Really." False.

"You're here, but where's the real Sharon Wynyard?" Judy seemed even more impulsive than Akai Shuichi. Of course, given the feud between her and Vermouth over Shark's father, this impulsiveness was understandable.

"Burned it." Olga spread her hands. "Cremation isn't popular in America, but it was Sharon Wynyard's last wish after all. Even though Chris might be a bit rebellious, he wouldn't disobey."

"Where are her ashes buried? If possible, we would also like to pay our respects at her tombstone."

Shuichi Akai's eyes were always fixed on Olga, like the infrared sight of a sniper rifle. Even if he didn't move any more, it still made people feel uncomfortable.

Olga shrugged, resisting the urge to confront Akai Shuichi immediately, and continued with her rambling: "She was thrown into the sea. She wanted to be buried at sea."

Akai Shuichi: "..."

Judy: “…”

Faced with Olga's lies, which she didn't even bother to explain, Judy gritted her teeth, her voice trembling with anger: "How do you prove it?"

Olga smiled slowly: "I remember that the states adhere to the principle of presumption of innocence."

She stood up, took the wooden barrel that Judy was pointing at her, and slowly pushed it open.

"Ms. FBI, what you should do is find evidence to prove my guilt, not ask me to provide evidence to prove my innocence."

Olga stated the despairing facts in a harsh tone.

Then, in front of Shuichi Akai and Judy, she casually brushed off the non-existent dust on her clothes and turned away.

*

Shuichi Akai stretched out a hand to stop Judy who was impulsively trying to catch up.

"'Sharon Wynyard' and 'Chris Wynyard' are the same person, right?"

Facing Olga's back, he only spoke these words in an extremely calm tone, raising his voice slightly.

Olga did not answer. The two could only see her waving at them as she walked away from them.

After removing her disguise, her back figure appeared taller and thinner than Sharon Wynyard. Who would have thought that such a frail-looking figure could be a vicious member of a criminal organization that troubled countries around the world.

"show?"

After Olga's back disappeared in the venue, Judy turned her head and looked at Akai Shuichi with a frown.

There was no expression on Shuichi Akai's face, but his eyes were fixed on the door through which Olga left.

"We have no evidence, Judy."

He said this as if he was calmly stating a simple fact.

"But--"