As a workaholic, Zayn had no time to eat and started the next investigation plan.
He was in a state of panic the whole afternoon.
In the evening, most people went home after get off work, but he was the only one who was still lost in thought while looking at the photos he had taken at the crime scene.
Obviously, there's no clue left in those shocking photos.
But he kept staring.
This's probably what it means to be in sync with each other.
He could already sense my presence from these corpses.
But Zayn, why didn’t you call me at that time?
If you just gave me a call, you’ll find out these body parts are mine!
Zayn, do you hate me so much?
Was Stella so important to you?
Tears of sadness welled up in my eyes.
I held my flat belly with hands sadly...
After a period of silence, Zayn went to Ian Jones' office.
As a case profiler, Ian stayed in the office doing profiling after returning from the scene.
When Zayn entered, there were already more than a dozen portraits hanging on the walls.
The girl in the portrait was young and beautiful.
But his eyes and eyebrows looked very much like me.
When Zayn looked around at the portraits, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.