Arnold looked at his phone for a while, and then he looked at the silhouette in the surveillance on the screen and murmured.

"It looks like ... Rosa a bit..."

He finally couldn't hold back and tentatively asked my father, "Where's Rosa? She hasn't asked me about you for several days. She used to ask about your health and if you were tired from work every day."

Upon hearing his words, Dad pulled a long face.

But Arnold stared at him without flinching.

Maybe Dad felt a little embarrassed about today's events, or maybe he wanted to shut others up. Anyway, he reluctantly took out his phone.

He impatiently called me.

But my phone had been destroyed by the killer long ago.

He couldn't reach me at all.

"I don't know where she's been fooling around."

He disdainfully said.

"It's impossible. Rosa would never be like this."

Arnold frowned and pondered.

Meanwhile, the police officer responsible for the DNA testing of the body, who had been working overnight, walked over with a file and a grim expression. "There has been a major breakthrough in this case, and the identity of the deceased has been confirmed."

Dad was still immersed in my defiance, and he didn't react in time.

Everyone else surrounded the police officer to see the identity of the body, ready to start various investigations. Soon, the expressions of my father's colleagues who had been working with him for decades changed, and they turned to look at him, their faces sullen.

"Bob, when was the last time you saw Rosa?"

Arnold asked with a trembling voice.

Dad turned around impatiently and sat back in his office chair. "A few days ago. She said she wanted to visit Lisa's grave, but I said no. Lisa would never want to see her. She's so shameless!"

The person who asked quickly realized something. "A few days ago? Rosa is two days older than Chelsea. You didn't see Rosa on her birthday two days ago?"

Dad said impatiently, "What's the big deal? She didn't even inform me, and I was so busy at work those days. Do you think I should go and celebrate with her? I have better things to do."

As I listened to his words, I felt that my heart was broken. On my birthday, I bought myself a bouquet of flowers, which was what Dad did on Chelsea's birthday.

Like them, I went to the best restaurant and arranged a themed banquet, even though there was only one person attending the party.