If There Were An Afterlife, Would You Love Me?

The next day at noon, Maxwell was still busy in the autopsy room when Bob rushed in with a photo.

"Maxwell! Have you contacted Lena? I called her several times but she didn't answer!"

Maxwell didn't even raise his head. "Why should I contact her?"

Bob was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. He then slapped the photo in his hand in front of Maxwell.

"We found the place where the body was dumped! It's in the west of the city, only a dozen kilometers away from here! We searched for the whole morning and looked for someone who had seen the woman in blue. We checked the monitor. Although there is only a profile, it looks very much like Lena!"

He continued to say, "Most importantly, the place where the body was dumped is very close to your home!"

Maxwell stopped moving.

"There are many people in blue in the world, not to mention girls wearing blue clothes. It's just a coincidence.

"A person kills Lena? It's impossible! There isn't a person who is more vicious than her.

"She cheated on me. Thus, even if she dies, I won't care about it!

"If what you said is true, I'll finally feel relieved."

I floated over to take a look and was startled to realize the person in the picture was indeed me.

The photo seemed to be a screenshot of a video, so it wasn't clear. If someone was unfamiliar with me, it would be difficult to recognize me based on the blurry profile.

Yet, the scar on my left arm was relatively clear.

Another police officer rushed in anxiously. "Mr. White, we have a clue!"

If Maxwell just looked up, he would find that the person in the picture was me and that female corpse also belonged to me.