“But the victim had a strong will to live … otherwise, she wouldn’t have lasted six months,” the forensic doctor whispered, then reluctantly covered my face with a white cloth.
The report in Carl's hands slipped to the floor and he started to brainwash himself, “It can’t be her. How could it be that heartless woman? She’d drag others down with her but never die herself…”
He shook his head, then unconsciously fumbled for a cigarette and lit it.
The forensic doctor sighed. “But in the past six months, the only person who has gone missing is Miss Hunt. You can't let your hatred prevent you from believing that the deceased is her!”
“Shut up! Stop spouting nonsense! How could she die? She would never die!”
Carl's eyes burned red as he ripped the report to shreds like a madman. "I get it … Alison must’ve bribed you to trick me, right?”
He laughed savagely, pointing at everyone in the laboratory.
The officer stepped forward to stop him. “Mr. Harrison, we understand your feelings, but the test results don't lie. We are public servants working for the people and would never collude with others!”