After Killing His Parents, I Put Him In A Mental Hospital

The police were busy going crazy trying to find the source of the corpse.

Stephen was focused on the autopsy room and painstakingly stitched my mutilated body parts together.

But my head was so badly damaged that it was completely unrecognizable as a human form.

He worked tirelessly for two whole days and nights to repair my head.

Although my face has long been destroyed, my shadow can still be faintly seen from the repaired skull.

Stephen was a little stunned, muttering to himself, "How is that possible..."

"That woman has always been wicked and has caused trouble for so much. How could she die so easily..."

The assistant looked puzzled and asked, "Mr. Green, do you know the deceased?"

Stephen shook his head in despair, took out his phone, and quickly typed a message, [Betty Gordon, stop pretending to be mysterious! The way you are doing it makes me feel even more disgusted with you!]

I was very nervous as I looked at the carefully stitched body on the dissecting table.

Did he recognize me?

It seemed like he was in a hurry to prove something. He quickly found Dylan, who was in charge of my case, and retrieved my grandmother's information. He found her phone number and took out his phone, preparing to make a call.

Suddenly, his gaze fell on a line of words.

[The granddaughter, Betty Gordon, died unexpectedly three years ago.]

His pupils contracted, and his blood froze instantly.

"How is this possible?"

His face turned pale, "Betty Gordon, died three years ago?"

"The investigation results confirm it, and the system also shows that Betty Gordon's household registration was cancelled three years ago."

Dylan was puzzled, wondering why the forensic doctor was so shocked.

"Mr. Green, do you... know her?"

Stephen lost control, "How is this possible!"

"She must be deceiving me! She is cunning and must have faked her death to avoid my revenge!"

"I've seen through her tricks!"

Dylan, combining with Stephen's previous interview, instantly understood that this "Betty Gordon" who had died three years ago was the malicious ex-wife he had to find no matter what.

He supported the stumbling Stephen.

"Mr. Green... Restrain your grief..."

Dylan's words, like a heavy hammer, ruthlessly struck Stephen's heart.

He suddenly sat down on the chair, his eyes filled with disbelief.

At this moment, a police officer rushed over.

"We found it! We found the identity of the deceased!"

"Mr. Green, the hair sample you sent, when compared with the deceased's DNA, has a similarity rate of 99.99%!"

The police officer gasped for breath, "Mr. Green, the sample was sent by you, and there is a parent-child relationship with the deceased. Can you contact the owner of the sample?"

Stephen was stunned for a long time, and suddenly his pupils shrank, "This is impossible!"

"Betty Gordon died three years ago, didn't she?"

"How can a person die twice?"