Not only did this fail to wake up Stacey, but it made her even more convinced that I was an accomplice. She started calling me frantically.
My phone was turned off.
Stacey became increasingly impatient and sent me a message.
[Nicolas, if you have committed murder, come over here and turn yourself in! Don't waste police force!]
[Beast! The victim died so tragically. As an accomplice, aren't you heartbroken?]
I sighed and laughed till tears came out.
I thought, "Stacey.
"I was not an accomplice!
"I was the dead one, the one who was tortured to death.
"Why would you rather believe that I was the murderer than that I was brutally murdered?"
The door was suddenly pushed open. The assistant came in with documents.
"Sir, the matching results are ready."
Peter opened the file with trembling hands. And his face turned pale.
Stacey smiled coldly and continued to send me messages.
[Nicolas, you are doomed. We already know the deceased's information. I will personally bring you to justice! Everyone will know you!]
Peter's hands were shaking as he held the document. He stared at angry Stacey.
[Stacey, read the results. You will regret it.]
