I wanted to cry, but my tears dried up the moment I died.
I wanted to yell, I wanted to tell him that the horrible package was not sent by me.
And I had never threatened him either.
Even if the hostage he helped every day was his first love, even if he stayed out all night to help her, it didn't matter.
But I really didn't lie to him.
I was not in good health. After I found out that I was pregnant, my stomach hurt severely every few days.
The doctor said I had to be very careful to keep the baby.
I never lied to him...
He quickly calmed down and finished writing the autopsy report.
He took dozens of photos from different angles of my body.
Every detail was recorded by him.
Then he took samples of the few blood-stained body parts and sent them for testing.
Several experienced detectives in the bureau gathered together and discussed.
They uncovered all the methods used by that group to reverse cases over the past decade.
There were actually records of skinning and dismembering bodies.
Everyone's eyes lit up seeing this.
The criminal in that case was the leader of that group.
A seriously mentally distorted psychopath.
But he was shot when he got arrested last month.
He was probably already successfully reincarnated.
The light that had risen in everyone's eyes dimmed again.
Daniel scratched his bald head in annoyance. "How come a young pregnant woman who has been missing for more than three days, but no one in her family has reported it?"
Another detective sighed. "Her husband didn't even show up. Could it be that he didn't even know that she's been dead for so long? With such a relationship, how could she have his child?"
"Damn it. The surveillance systems on the road were all paralyzed due to the heavy rain, and there is no missing person reported. There was very little blood on the body. How can we investigate this?"
Daniel said suspiciously at this moment, "The corpse is missing a finger. If it is not congenital, does it mean that there were important clues on it, so it cannot appear in front of us?"
Congenital.
Henry suddenly remembered something.
My heart nearly beat out of my chest.
I lost the tip of my pinky a month ago.
Because of this, I even said goodbye to the piano.
But the next second, Henry said, "She must have prenatal check-up records, and her husband must have accompanied her."