Died in the Rival's House

With a loud bang, the door swung open.

Unfortunately, he once again missed the clue by a hair's breadth.

As he took the first step down, his phone rang.

"Ken, get back to the station quickly. We have a lead!"

I couldn't help but try to push him forward, only to pass right through him.

I shouted, "Go down there quickly! The biggest clue is right below!

"If you find my head, you can restore my appearance, and then you will know just what kind of venomous beauty has been captivating you all this time!"

It did not comply with my wishes; Ken stepped back.

He hastily handed the plastic bag to Lily, offered her an apologetic smile, and left in a hurry.

I could only follow him, unable to resist a final look back.

Behind him, Lily's face was cold and terrifying, with a mocking smile at the corner of her mouth.

Unfortunately, he saw nothing.

When Ken arrived, Wade was already waiting at the police station entrance.

He almost lunged forward, handing a stack of photos to Ken.

"We checked the surveillance at all the disposal sites. The suspect was cunning, driving a car with a covered license plate and casually throwing out the body bags from the window.

"Only here, next to the trash can closest to the police station, he deliberately got out of the car and placed the body bag in the most conspicuous spot! Damn it, this guy is deliberately provoking us!"

I was confused by what I heard; it was clearly a woman, but why did he say 'this guy'?

My gaze fell on the stack of photos, and I instantly understood the reason.

In the photo was a person wearing a black raincoat, estimated to be about 5.9 feet tall, with the coat so long it almost reached his calves.

From the appearance, it indeed looked like a man.

If the photo were enlarged enough, perhaps they would notice a bit of the red hem of a skirt peeking out from under the raincoat.

That was actually a white dress dyed red with my blood.

What a pity. The city's most elite police force was completely fooled by that woman.

Wade immediately gave the order to track down the car at all costs.

But in the end, it still disappeared from the surveillance range.

The clue was lost, and the entire police station was shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere.

I wanted to find the thermos that Ken had thrown away, but I painfully discovered that the trash can was empty. The newly replaced garbage bag seemed like a giant mouth mercilessly mocking me.

I covered my face and cried uncontrollably.

Just when everyone was at a loss, the thermos was returned.

An older man who collected trash thought it was of good quality and took it home.

After opening it and seeing what was inside, he was so scared that he collapsed on the spot.

After a long while, he recovered and dialed the emergency number with trembling hands.

Ken locked himself in the forensic laboratory, and his eyes were bloodshot when he came out.

He threw the report on the table, shaking with anger.

"Damn it! This murderer is utterly heartless! This beast actually..."

His voice choked, probably at the thought of the unborn child inside me.

But he didn't know that the embryo was in his forensic laboratory at that moment.

Wade also looked distressed, quickly flipping through it, and immediately ordered an investigation into the recent missing pregnant woman.

After a whole day, they still made no progress in their investigation.

Wade frowned, flipping through the information in his hand, and suddenly looked at Ken.

"Ken, Violet is also pregnant. Have you contacted her yet?"

Ken shook his head.

"Why would I contact her? She killed my sister. I don't want to talk to her about anything except divorce!"

He clenched his fist, the anger in his eyes seeming to burn everything around him.

I stood in front of him with tears, wanting to shout out loud that it wasn't me and it had nothing to do with me.

I had said that many times, but he never believed me.

Wade's face darkened.

"Anyway, she's pregnant with your child. You must find a way to contact her immediately!"

Although reluctant, Ken still took out his phone.

No one disturbed him this time, and he dialed my number.