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.