Chapter 2: Body identification

“Forensic Steve?”

Peter Kent opened the door to see a middle-aged man in his fifties, nearly six feet tall, with an extremely athletic build, dressed in a black suit.

Although he is in his fifties, his face is extremely well maintained, so let's not say wrinkles, even melasma does not exist. Steve's whole body exudes the aura of a man, mature and elegant.

Honestly, even if he's over fifty years old, Peter Kent thinks a lot of teenage girls go after him.

This man's name is Trieu Steve, is the forensic scientist in charge of Ann Reed's case.

"Peter Kent, how are you?"

Steve saw Kent look languid, eyes dark circles a little worried.

"I know that Ann Reed's death is a terrible blow to you. But the dead are dead, the living still have to live, don't be too sad because of that, don't do things that harm your kidneys because of that, yes. know how to restrain.”

When Peter Kent heard that, his face suddenly turned black, he was really tired, but listening to this forensic doctor, he felt like he really wanted to hit someone.

“What harms the kidneys? Forensic Steve, I can't sleep, that's why I'm like this."

“Can't sleep? I know, being young for a long time will affect the body, do you need me to introduce a few sisters?"

Peter Kent: “??!!…”

Peter Kent really felt completely silent, the forensic scientist was a miracle.

“Forensic lord, stop joking, did you come here today just to make fun of me?”

“Cough!! Of course not.” Steve cleared his throat. "All the procedural matters regarding the autopsy are done, you can have a look at Ann Reed for once."

Peter Kent nodded, he really wanted to see Ann Reed's body once, even though he heard that she was dismembered, he still wanted to see her face.

“Besides…” Steve had a serious face. “Today is Ann Reed's day of worship, I think you should visit her in the most appropriate way.”

“Prayer? Isn't today just Friday?"

Steve shook his head.

“No, according to the autopsy, the time of death was one day before her body was discovered.”

Peter Kent was startled, a thought appeared in his mind, "So today is Saturday, are the last nightmares caused by Ann Reed?"

A horrible thought popped into his head, he felt something very scary was about to happen.

“Peter Kent!”

"Huh?!" Peter Kent was startled, he saw Steve worriedly looking at him, and he was suddenly sweating profusely.

"Are you OK?"

Peter Kent shook his head and said, "It's okay, it's just a little lack of sleep so I'm a bit tired."

"Forensic Sinh, please wait a moment, I will go inside to prepare for a while and then come back." After Peter Kent finished speaking, he immediately returned to the house and closed the door.

Steve stood outside with a puzzled look on his face and sighed. "Can't you invite me in for a glass of water..."

Entering the house, Peter Kent looked at the old bedroom door, there was a nameless fear stirring in his heart, but he tried to suppress it and didn't care anymore.

Entering the bathroom, Peter Kent washed his face briefly, seeing a slightly anemic face and eyes like a panda sighed.

Feeling a sharp pain in his left shoulder, Peter Kent took off his shirt.

“W-what the hell…”

Peter Kent was startled to see a bruise on his left shoulder in the shape of a hand with all five fingers as if it were reaching for his shoulder.

Peter Kent suddenly remembered the dream from before, he remembered the cold feeling when his other hand touched flesh of the year.

He turned on the faucet, splashed water in his face with both hands to try to wake himself up, he wanted to forget about it.

"It's not real, it's just a bruise but it's a coincidence, yeah, just a coincidence."

Peter Kent looked up and took a towel to wipe his face.

His eyes were open, and he must have seen in the mirror besides him, a hand was holding his shoulder at the spot where the bruise was.

The white hand only reached the elbow, the ten slender fingers of a woman.

"AAA!!"

Peter Kent jumped back in surprise, shouting.

"Peter Kent, how are you?"

Damn it!!!

Steve, who was outside, heard the screams and shouted nervously.

Boxes!!

Peter Kent heard Steve's cry, he was startled like a bucket of cold water was splashed in the face.

There was nothing, only him in the mirror, no arms at all, only the other handprint-shaped bruise was still there.

"Peter Kent!!"

Hearing Steve's voice continue to call, Peter Kent let out a breath and said, "I'm fine, just slipped."

"Be careful, I'll wait for you outside the car."

"Okay, I'll be right out."

Hearing Steve's footsteps go away, Peter Kent's heart suddenly sank, his hands ruffled his hair.

"What the hell is going on with me?"

He tried to calm down, then showered, changed, and left the house.

Seeing the sunlight shining on him was different from the cold, gloomy atmosphere inside the house, Peter Kent seemed to feel a bit lighter.

"Perhaps I'll spend the night out tonight." In his heart, he thought that maybe because he was in a house with many memories with Ann Reed, his spirit was so low.

His room is on the third floor, this is the top floor of the apartment building. Passing another set of rooms and then taking the elevator down to the ground floor, Peter Kent finally saw the other white BMW X6.

"Is forensics so rich now?"

The price of a BMW X6 now falls to nearly 5 billion, you wouldn't think a forensic officer's salary could buy such an expensive car.

"Ah, I've got a lot of things going on… let it go."

Peter Kent got in the car, and Steve went to the forensic center which is also the city morgue where he lives.

"Haven't Ann Reed's parents arrived yet?"

Sitting in the passenger seat of the car, Peter Kent suddenly opened his mouth to ask.

Steve let out a sigh when he heard that.

"Not yet, the police have been trying to contact them for a few days but have not been able to, it's like they disappeared."

"Why doesn't anyone come to their house?"

"Do you know where their house is?"

Hearing Steve ask again, Peter Kent was startled then shook his head.

Ann Reed never mentioned her family, out of trust and respect for privacy, so Peter Kent never asked.

Steve was driving, when he glanced at Peter Kent but only for a moment then turned his attention back to driving.

"The police went to Ann Reed's house and discovered that her house had burned down more than three years ago. Neighbors also said that when the house caught on fire, their family got in the car and didn't know where, nor did they return. again"

"What?!" Peter Kent was a little surprised, he had never heard Ann Reed mention this.

He leaned against the car seat and lowered his head, he didn't think that even though the two of them were together, Ann Reed still didn't trust him, still wouldn't tell him big stories like this.

“Stop being sad. After all, she's dead, don't blame her, and I think she must have a heartache that's hard to describe."

Peter Kent nodded vaguely.

…

Arriving in the morgue, Steve was about to pull out the box containing Ann Reed's body but Peter Kent stopped him.

“Wait, I want to prepare myself mentally.”

Steve heard that and laughed. “It's not like that. Although it was dismembered, fortunately no part was lost so I sewed it all up, making sure it was exactly the same as it was when it was not cut off.”

Peter Kent: "...."

He was completely speechless with this legal person, it is true that a person who does a wonderful job is equally wonderful.

Taking a deep breath to calm his mind, he looked at Steve and nodded.

Steve saw this and pulled out the body box.

Fence!!

There was a sound of friction, the body box was opened, and Ann Reed's body was all wrapped in the body bag, revealing only the perfect head, unharmed.

Her face was pretty, her hair neatly combed, but the difference was that she was just a corpse now.

Peter Kent now has less fear in his heart but two more sorrows, this is the person he loves the most after his dead parents, but this person is also gone.

Seeing Ann Reed with her eyes closed, if he didn't know, he would have thought she was sleeping, making Peter Kent's heart tighten. He remembered the time before he woke up and saw Ann Reed smiling softly at him.

It's a smile, not a grin like now.

Wait... is it a grin??

In his heart fluttering, he saw Ann Reed's head turned to look at him at some point, bloodshot eyes flashed a ferocious smile baring teeth as if to chew his flesh.

“S-Steve, w-why did Ann Reed open her eyes??”

Peter Kent stammered, he tried to stay calm because he knew there were other people here, including the forensic Steve.

“Steve!!” He looked up, there was no Steve here, only him.

“N-it can't be. The person who was just standing here… why didn't you see??” Peter Kent was screaming inside, but he found that he couldn't open his mouth.

From the other body cells, blood flowed out like a stream, flooding the room. The blood was like a tide quickly rising to his feet, to his knees, and still rising.

Ann Reed was still looking at him, her hair beginning to grow like snakes swimming in the rising sea of ​​blood.

Peter Kent was full of fear, his pupils constricted, but his body froze despite Ann Reed's hair wrapping around him in a cocoon.

“Peter Kent!”

Bop!

"Huh?!" Peter Kent was startled to see Steve standing next to him patting him on the shoulder.

He looked at Steve in surprise, then back at Ann Reed's body, she was still lying there, her eyes closed as if she were sleeping.

The room was still normal, still clean, no blood at all.

Peter Kent swallowed hard, even though it was a freezer, sweat was still pouring down his face.

“How are you? Aren't you well? You're weird today."

Peter Kent looked at Steve, trying to steady his breathing and said, "It's okay, it's just a little painful."

Steve looked at Peter Kent's rapid breathing and it was difficult to understand but thought that Peter Kent was trying to hold back his tears, so he didn't say anything more, just patted him on the shoulder.

“I have been in this profession for a long time and have encountered many cases, seen countless births and deaths, and seen countless tears shed. There are relatives, there are friends, there are lovers, so I understand your current situation."

"Don't worry, the police will find the culprit, the law will punish him."

Steve cut the nail to cut the iron, ten percent domineering. Peter Kent heard that and nodded, trying to force a smile.