"Are you kidding me? What the hell is wrong with Molly? I've already scolded her but she still sent it to the police station! I'm going to ask her what she means by this!"
Captain Lewis hurriedly spoke, "I smashed the cake. Inside was a severed finger. I'm not sure if it's the missing one from the body. It's best if you come back and take a look."
The seriousness in his tone forced my brother to take it seriously.
After hanging up the phone, Freya asked my brother concernedly, "Is there any progress on the case?"
But this time, my brother didn't reply; he just kept dialing my number.
However, all he heard was a busy tone repeated over and over again.
At the same time, Captain Lewis sent my brother a message.
The photo showed the severed finger in the cake, with two knife marks carved on it.
The angle was the same as it was eight years ago.
My brother's face turned pale instantly, and his lips trembled.
He rushed to the door and picked up the key.
Before leaving, he turned around and reminded Freya, "I'll be gone for a few days. Don't leave the house! Stay at home and wait for me!"
He locked the door and didn't see Freya, who was sitting on the sofa, wearing a cold and sneering face.