Upon arriving at the scene, Ella immediately got to work.
She carefully examined the body, her brows furrowed, her expression focused.
I watched her, feeling a mix of emotions.
Ella looked up and said to Levi, "This body has been dead for more than three days. The method is almost identical to the case from three years ago."
Upon hearing this, Levi's face grew even more serious.
He slightly frowned, carefully observing the body, not knowing if my current appearance was ugly to him.
He saw a missing piece in my lower leg, and I felt a wave of tension.
Then I shook my head and laughed at myself.
Now that my skin was peeled off and I was unrecognizable, how could he possibly identify me?
An officer asked curiously, "Mr. Miller, did you find something?"
Levi collected himself and shook his head, "Nothing!"
I scoffed. As expected, he didn't realize it was his wife who had been missing for three days.
I mocked myself inwardly. In his heart, I was never important.
"Send it back to the morgue first, and then conduct a detailed autopsy," Levi said, pulling Ella back to the police station.
On the way back to the station, Ella suddenly mentioned me, "Levi, I haven't seen your wife for several days."