Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

 Chapter 5511 Saw it with my own eyes

at the same time.

Moody stood in the forensic office of the New York City Police Department and watched the police officers who came in surrounded him into two rows with their hands hanging on their sides, each one silent.

 “I want to see her.”

His voice was grainy and hoarse, as if he had not slept, spoken, or taken a sip of water all day and night.

The forensic doctor walked to the row of freezers where evidence was stored and opened one of them, revealing a sleeping woman lying inside.

 The woman was still wearing a prison uniform, and her hair was meticulously styled. If it weren't for the black blood that had solidified on the corners of her lips and the edges of her hair...she looked like she was asleep.

The man in a straight suit stumbled closer, and saw that haunted face appearing in front of him, so quiet, so...dead.

Moody was instantly overwhelmed by a torrent of pain. He half-knelt in front of the freezer and grabbed the woman's hand. The cold touch of her hand chilled his heart.

 “Elena.”

 “Lina.”

He leaned down and put his handsome face against the back of the woman's lifeless hand, rubbing it gently like a lover's murmur.

"I'm back."

 “Look at me.”

"It is my fault."

 “I shouldn’t have left you here alone.”

The man managed to hold the corner of his mouth and fell into a dream: "Look at you, your hands are so cold. You must be too cold and that's why you don't want to talk to me, right?"

The forensic doctor couldn't bear it and said: "Mr. Moody, please show your condolences and be patient."

The forensic doctor's words somehow touched the organ. The man who had just been immersed in tenderness lost his tenderness and looked at him with sharp brown eyes.

 The coldness of the gravel hitting my face.

 “I’m sorry for the change? What’s the point of mourning?”

He stood up, with a cold face like an evil ghost crawling out of hell, staring at the people present.

　　Pointing to the woman lying there not breathing, even frozen.     “She’s not dead!”

“She was just angry with me and didn’t want to talk.”

 “She fell asleep.”

Everyone was silent.

 No one dared to disturb him.

Moody's facial nerves twitched, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He once again focused his gaze on the forensic doctor who had just spoken, looking at him as if he were looking at a dead person.

“You said she was dead, then tell me who did it?”

"I…"

 Forensic doctors are stunned.

 I saw the man pull out the machine from the waist of his suit, and heard the crisp sound of loading, and the dark hole was pointed at his eyes.

"tell me."

 “Who did it!”

The forensic doctor's legs were weak and he almost fell to the ground. Faced with the threat of life and death, he did not show the fearless bravery and calmness of a professional forensic practitioner. Instead, he turned pale, opened his mouth, and said, "Yes, there is a suspect, but... we have no evidence."

 “Who?” Moody pointed the gun at him expressionlessly.

The forensic doctor whispered: "Someone in country Z saw her, and she died after they came. I didn't dare to dissect the body without the consent of the family, so I couldn't get the exact time of death... But they were the first to find it. ”

Moody slowly lowered his gun and looked down at the lifeless woman lying there. There was a desperate madness in the calmness: "You said...Qiao Nian."

The forensic doctor was stunned for a moment before reacting: "Yes, that's her name. Besides her, there are several other people..."

Moody couldn't hear it at all.

The last sound that his ears could hear stopped at the words 'Yes, that's her name'.

He tightened his fingers hard, and the hard bumps on the edge of the machine made his palms turn red. None of this could bring him back to any sense.