When I Was Killed by Gangsters, He Disappeared

Tears of sadness welled up in my eyes.

I held my flat belly with hands sadly...

After a period of silence, Zayn went to Ian Jones' office.

As a case profiler, Ian stayed in the office doing profiling after returning from the scene.

When Zayn entered, there were already more than a dozen portraits hanging on the walls.

The girl in the portrait was young and beautiful.

But his eyes and eyebrows looked very much like me.

When Zayn looked around at the portraits, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

But he was only surprised for a second, then asked seriously, "Have you drawn it?"

“Yes.”

Ian stood up, picked up the portrait he had just drawn on the table, and handed it to him, "Take a look."

Zayn took the portrait and looked at it carefully.

The new portrait looked more like me than the ones on the wall.

A young colleague saw the portrait in Zayn's hand and blurted out, "Captain Louis, why do I feel that this woman looks a bit like Joe?"

Zayn glanced at her and said calmly, "Don't talk nonsense."

Ian tapped the young colleague on the head with a pencil.

"You know what Captain Louis' pet peeve is others mentioning her."

The young colleague quickly shut up.

I smiled bitterly.

It turned out that Zayn hates me so much that he didn't even allow anyone to mention me.

In order to solve the case as soon as possible.

Zayn didn't even go home and stayed in the bureau for the whole night.

The next morning.

Zayn came back to the pile of body parts and examined them again while suppressing his physiological nausea.

The conclusion of the case was that the criminals appeared to have strong anti-reconnaissance capabilities, as they destroyed the body parts beyond recognition of their original appearance.

But they casually threw the body parts into the sewer, making it easy for the police to find them.

He said to everyone in a heavy tone, "The criminals' behavior is a provocation and a mockery of the police. Everyone must pay attention to the personal safety of themselves and their families during this period."

"So was the criminal a vendetta?"

Someone asked.

"Yes."

Zayn said decisively, "If they were just provoking the police, they wouldn't have to resort to such brutal murder."

After the meeting, everyone started calling home to remind their families to be careful.

Only Zayn plunged headfirst into the case again.

Ian finished the call and turned around, saw that he didn't move and asked, "Zayn, why don't you call your family?"

Zayn said without even looking up. "No need, Stella just had a heart transplant yesterday and she's still in the ICU."

"I'm talking about Joe."

"She?"

Zayn raised his eyes and glanced at Ian, with a hint of disdain on the corners of his pretty lips, "It'll be better that she doesn't hurt anyone."

"Zayn, I don't think she is such a scheming person. Maybe you misunderstood her."

"Ian, I know her better than you."

Zayn didn't seem to want to talk about me anymore, so he stood up from his chair and said, "Okay, go back to your business."

...

Zayn said that Stella was safe.

But he still found time to go to the hospital.

Stella, whose operation was exceptionally successful, has been transferred from the ICU to the general ward.

Despite her frail body, she looked at Zayn and asked with concern, "Zayn, why do you look so haggard? Is the dismemberment case not going well?"

Zayn nodded, "It wasn't going well, so I couldn't accompany you for the surgery."

Stella smiled sensibly.

"Your work is more important. I can get it myself."

"Stella is the best."

Zayn touched the top of her head with relief, "Does the wound hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt. It won't hurt as long as you care about me."

"It's a pity that I have to deal with the case later and can't stay with you for a while."

"It doesn't matter. Your work is more important."

Zayn nodded and said seriously, "We haven't figured out the criminals' ultimate goal yet. For safety reasons, I will hire two more nurses to accompany you. Don't run around, okay?"

"Don't worry, Zayn. I will protect myself."

Stella held Zayn's hand and smiled happily.

But I was so sad that I cried.

Zayn hadn't been so gentle to me for a long time.

Ever since the day Stella killed the puppy that Zayn gave her, blamed on me, and fainted in Zayn's arms.

I never received any warmth from Zayn again.