Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

At the same time.

Moody stood in the forensic department of the New York City Police Department, watching the policemen who surrounded him in divided into two rows with their hands hanging down on both sides, each silent.

"I want to see her."

His grainy voice was hoarse, as if he had not slept or spoken for a day and a night, and had not drunk a sip of water.

The forensic doctor walked to the row of freezers where the evidence was stored, opened one of them, and there was a sleeping woman lying inside.

The woman was still wearing a prison uniform, and her hair was meticulously groomed. If it weren't for the black blood stains on the corners of her lips and the edges of her hair... she looked like she was asleep.

The man in a well-dressed suit stumbled closer and saw the face that had haunted him appear in front of him, so quiet, so... dead.

Moody was instantly overwhelmed by the pain of a flood, half-knelt in front of the freezer and grabbed the woman's hand, and the cold touch chilled his heart.

"Elena."

"Lina."

He leaned over and rubbed his handsome face against the lifeless back of the woman's hand gently, like a lover's whisper.

"I'm back."

"Look at me."

"I was wrong."

"I shouldn't have left you here alone."

The man tried to pull up the corners of his mouth and fell into a fantasy: "Look at you, your hands are so cold, you must be too cold so you don't want to talk to me, right?"

The forensic doctor couldn't help but said: "Mr. Mudi, please accept my condolences."

The forensic doctor's words touched the mechanism, and the man who had just indulged in tenderness faded away his tenderness and looked at him with sharp brown eyes.

The coldness of gravel came to his face.

"Accept my condolences? What condolences."

He stood up, his face was as cold as a demon crawling out of hell, staring at the people present.

He pointed at the woman who was lying there and had no breath, and was even frozen.

"She's not dead!"

"She was just angry with me and didn't want to talk."

"She fell asleep."

Everyone was silent.

No one dared to disturb him.

Moody's facial nerves spasmed, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he looked at the forensic doctor who had just spoken again, looking at him as if he were looking at a dead person.

"You said she was dead, then tell me, who did it?"

"I..."

The forensic doctor stared.

The man pulled out a machine from the waist of his suit, and heard a crisp sound of loading, and the dark hole was pointed at his eyes.

"Tell me."

"Who did it!"

The forensic doctor's legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground. Facing the threat of life and death, he did not show the fearless bravery and calmness of a forensic professional. Instead, his face was pale, and he opened his mouth and said, "Yes, there is a suspect, but... we have no evidence."

"Who." Moody pointed the gun at him expressionlessly.

The forensic doctor whispered, "Someone from country Z has seen her, and she died after they came. I dare not dissect the body without the consent of the family, so I can't get the exact time of death... but they are the first to find out."

Moody slowly put down the gun and lowered his eyes to look at the woman lying there lifeless. The calmness revealed a desperate madness: "You said... Qiao Nian."

The forensic doctor was stunned for a moment, then reacted: "Yes, her name is this. In addition to her, there are several other people..."

Moody couldn't hear anything at all.

The last sound he could hear was the sentence "Yes, her name is this."

He closed his fingers tightly, and the hard lumps on the edge of the machine made his palms red, but none of this could bring him back to reason.