NovelEnglish"This is what's going on now. We found a male corpse near the scene of the accident, but you said that they took
your husband away. Hence, that corpse can't possibly be your husband. Please remain calm." "What did you
say?" | shot up from my seat.
My body started shaking uncontrollably, and my eyes widened. | desperately hoped that he was joking.
"Calm down, Miss. We still aren't sure if that's your husband."
| clasped my hands together tightly, feeling my nails dig into my flesh as fear took over me.
'But we need you to help us identify if that man is your husband."
"Okay."
"Follow me."
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It felt like my heart was lodged in my throat. My legs were trembling, but I forced myself to keep walking. It was
only a short distance, but it felt like the longest walk of my life.
| followed the officer into a room, and he said, "I'm letting her see if the corpse is her husband."
“Alright.”
| kept telling myself that there was no way it could be Theo, but a part offeared the worst. What if it was
him? This internal back-and-forth was drivinginsane.
They would never showthe corpse itself, so | could only look at photos. | walked over, my palms bleeding
from where my nails had pierced into my flesh. I tried my best to suppress my fear as | approached the photos
on the wall.
When I looked at them, | was stunned.
"When we found the corpse, his face had already been dissolved by acid. It's impossible to identify him through
his facial features, but you can take a look at his clothes and possessions. Try to identify if he's your husband
through those instead."
| looked at the photos of the disfigured man. He was wearing a black suit, just like the one Theo had worn to the
funeral today. His height and size were very similar to Theo's, but | did not believe that it was him.
How could someone so powerful and dazzling die like this?
l inhaled deeply, then said, "He's not my husband."
"Are you sure?"
| looked at the watch on his wrist and swallowed the pain bubbling up my chest." I'm certain this is not my
husband. There's no way my husband would just die like this."
"Ma'am, | can understand how you're feeling right now, but please cooperate with us. We need to find as many
leads as soon as possible. If he's not your husband, we'll search the whole city for him. But if he is, we'll have a
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmlead, and we'll find the person who murdered your husband."
These words felt like a knife to my heart.
| bit my lip and declined. "I said that this isn't my husband. Even though he's wearing the swatch as my
husband, and his figure is similar to my husband, I'm sure that this isn't him. We've lived together for over a
decade. | can recognize him even without looking at his appearance."
"Then do you know who this is?"
| shook my head. "They disfigured this man for a reason. They want everyone to think that this is my husband.
They must have skind of motive for this."
Perhaps what | said made sense because the officer did not questionfurther.
This situation was a little complicated, and more investigation was required. Once | was done with my testimony,
Solomon tookaway. He droveto go look for Tory.
When | saw that he was not headed to the Zimmerson family's house, | asked him in suspicion, "Aren't we «
heading to the Zimmersons' place?"
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