With a loud bang, the door swung open.

Unfortunately, he once again missed the clue by a hair's breadth.

As he took the first step down, his phone rang.

"Ken, get back to the station quickly. We have a lead!"

I couldn't help but try to push him forward, only to pass right through him.

I shouted, "Go down there quickly! The biggest clue is right below!

"If you find my head, you can restore my appearance, and then you will know just what kind of venomous beauty has been captivating you all this time!"

It did not comply with my wishes; Ken stepped back.

He hastily handed the plastic bag to Lily, offered her an apologetic smile, and left in a hurry.

I could only follow him, unable to resist a final look back.

Behind him, Lily's face was cold and terrifying, with a mocking smile at the corner of her mouth.

Unfortunately, he saw nothing.

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.

Wade also looked distressed, quickly flipping through it, and immediately ordered an investigation into the recent missing pregnant woman.

After a whole day, they still made no progress in their investigation.

Wade frowned, flipping through the information in his hand, and suddenly looked at Ken.

"Ken, Violet is also pregnant. Have you contacted her yet?"

Ken shook his head.

"Why would I contact her? She killed my sister. I don't want to talk to her about anything except divorce!"

He clenched his fist, the anger in his eyes seeming to burn everything around him.

I stood in front of him with tears, wanting to shout out loud that it wasn't me and it had nothing to do with me.

I had said that many times, but he never believed me.

Wade's face darkened.

"Anyway, she's pregnant with your child. You must find a way to contact her immediately!"

Although reluctant, Ken still took out his phone.

No one disturbed him this time, and he dialed my number.

No one answered, and Ken's expression gradually became irritable.

He quickly swiped his finger on the screen, opened the chat app, and unblocked me.

He texted: [Violet! Is playing hide and seek fun? I don't care where you are, come home right now!]

He got up, said goodbye to Wade, and left directly.

I followed him into the car, sitting in the passenger seat as I used to.

It happened a long time ago when I sat in this seat last time.

To my surprise, he actually received a reply from "me," just one word: [Okay.]

With a gasp of the accelerator, the car shot out like an arrow released from a bow.

Ken pushed the door open with a frown.

Dust flew in, and it was clear to anyone that no one had been back here for a long time.

But Ken didn't care and stormed in furiously.

As soon as he entered, he was stunned.

The living room was in disarray, the dining table was overturned, and glass shards were scattered all over the floor.

I couldn't help but feel heartbroken; it was still the same as the day I was taken away.

Ken squatted down and gently moved the debris on the floor with his hand.

He froze suddenly, his eyes wide open.

Among the clutter was a necklace with a round pendant engraved with two letters: [LM.]

It was Lily's necklace, which I accidentally broke off from her neck during the struggle.

By the time she realized it, the body had already been disposed of, and she herself wasn't sure where it had been lost.

Ken picked up the necklace and clenched it in his palm, with anger gradually climbing up his face.

The next moment, he suddenly stood up and rushed out like mad.

I followed him as he sped all the way to Lily's door.

I was very anxious, wondering if he would realize something was wrong and come to confront Lily on purpose.

Soon, I found out I was overthinking it.

Ken knocked on the door anxiously, and as soon as the door opened, he pulled the woman in front of him into his arms.

The emotions he had been trying to suppress were all vented out at this moment.

How ridiculous. He trampled on my blood and blatantly embraced another woman.

But what he didn't know now was that the woman in front of him was the murderer who had killed me!

Ken handed the necklace to Lily anxiously.

"Tell me, Lily, did that madwoman cause you trouble again?"

Lily's eyes also turned wet, looking extremely aggrieved.

"It's okay. Violet just... cares about you too much. I can understand because I care about you too!"

Moved by her, Ken planted a passionate kiss on her lips.

Lily pulled his collar, leading him inside the door.

They fell onto the sofa, kissing passionately.

My heart was bleeding. In the place where I died miserably, my husband was entwined with another woman.

The pain was even more intense than the day I was cut into pieces. I wished I could strangle them.

After their passionate encounter, Ken dressed, his face filled with guilt as he caressed Lily's head.

"I'm sorry, Lily. I was too anxious. Don't worry. I will divorce her and marry you!"

I burst out laughing.

Divorce? Impossible. Because I've already turned into pieces of rotten flesh, and there's no way for me to go through a divorce with you.

I hope you two are well until the truth is revealed.

I want you to suffer a thousand piercing arrows and be tortured to death!

Ken kissed her goodbye reluctantly, and as he was about to leave, he frowned again.

"Lily, why does it still smell so strongly of blood here?"

Lily innocently pouted.

"I don't know. It's quite disgusting. But the rent here is about to expire, and I've already told the landlord I want to terminate the lease."

I sneered in my heart, "Are you afraid that if you continue to live here, you will be haunted by nightmares and vengeful ghosts?

"Are you, such a cruel person, also afraid of ghosts?"

Ken embraced her tightly as if he wanted to meld her into his body.

"Lily, I will be busy these next few days and may not have time to accompany you. Be careful.

"If that madwoman comes to find you again, call me immediately!"

I felt nauseous and wanted to vomit, but I had to witness all this.

Fortunately, Ken will soon find out that I will never come to find her again.