Chapter 9 Who stole the body?
Besides him, there were three other people carrying the coffin for burial.
Two were Louis' strong nephews, and one was his brother.
"Did anything unusual happen during the burial? In other words, did you notice anything unusual?"
Officer Lane asked the four.
"Probably not."
One of Louis' nephews recalled the situation.
"We were burying the coffin, and Norma, I mean the funeral director, was standing by the hearse with his tall, strong son, and everything seemed normal."
Officer Lane nodded and took off his rain-stained police hat.
"What is happening now is not normal. The town of Smallville has not encountered this kind of thing in several years. Stealing a corpse is not an ordinary crime."
As he spoke, he turned his attention to Peter.
"Padrick, do you have anything to add?"
"No."
Peter shook his head, indicating that he knew no more than the police.
"Yeah?"
He stepped on some muddy mud and walked to Peter.
"The last Walmart supermarket shooter case was not over yet. This time we have to deal with it again."
Peter looked at him in surprise, "It's been six years, is Officer Lane still investigating?"
"Of course, I will catch the murderer no matter how long it takes."
He glanced at Peter, turned around and put on his police hat.
Peter stared at his back, his eyes narrowed.
Peter drove his cousin and his family back in a black Toyota SUV.
Cousin Louis, who was sitting in the back seat, was in a daze, as if he had not yet recovered from the huge blow.
His wife Vanessa looked worried and looked at her husband hesitantly, as if she wanted to say something.
"I'm sorry that this happened."
Peter consoled his cousin.
"I'm okay Peter, thank you for getting us home."
Louis steeled himself and thanked Peter.
He asked Peter, "How is John?"
"He was fine, he was asleep when I left."
"You are a competent father, Peter. Azu is not your biological child, but you have always taken care of him. For this reason, you have delayed your own marriage."
Cousin Lewis said with emotion.
Although he didn't have much contact with his cousin, he had known for a long time that Peter had adopted an unrelated baby boy.
"fine."
Peter responded casually.
He now has the ability to live forever. It is estimated that Azu was still in his twenties when he fell into a mid-life crisis.
If you can live for hundreds of years, why rush and send yourself to the grave of marriage?
After dealing with Louis for a few words, Peter concentrated on driving.
Ten minutes later.
Peter sent Louis and his wife home.
In the living room, Louis poured him a cup of hot coffee.
Peter comforted the other party: "I believe the police will catch the murderer soon."
"I hope so."
Louis took a can of beer from the refrigerator.
He seemed to want to confide his pain to Peter, "It's all my fault. If I had taken good care of little Terry, maybe he wouldn't have run onto the road..."
"Stop talking," Peter picked up the coffee, "It's all over, Louis."
Louis sighed, "Peter, you don't know what he was like when he was 6 years old. He was well-behaved and obedient, and he liked to pester me to tell me his fantastic ideas."
Then the slightly drunk cousin told a series of warm past events, which were vivid, clear and touching.
After Peter listened patiently for a while, he became impatient.
Just as he was about to say goodbye to his cousin, he suddenly noticed drag marks on the lawn outside.
A "bang" sound!
There was the sound of a beer can falling to the ground.
Peter turned and looked back and found that the beer can in Louis' hand had fallen to the ground, and he himself was passed out drunk.
Opening the door, Peter walked out onto the lawn.
The light rain was still falling, and the grass on the lawn fell in the same direction, with bits of soil exuding a fishy smell scattered all over it.
Peter's superhuman senses easily identified the smelly soil as coming from the cemetery he had visited during the day.
Is the suspect who stole the body here?
Peter's eyes became a little more solemn.
Taking steps forward, following the smell, he entered the room again.
Cousin Louis is still drunk and unconscious.
Peter walked out of the living room, followed the smell, and slowly walked up to the second floor.
A stronger and stronger smell entered his nasal cavity.
It smells like freshly cut grass, but also smells like fruiting bodies.
All in all, what he smelled was rot and complete stagnation.
Although it is weak and may not be felt by ordinary people, Peter's senses have already surpassed ordinary people.
Second floor, main bathroom.
There was a dark shadow behind the shower curtain, shaking slightly in the night.
"Wow!"
Peter opened the bathroom curtain.
There was no figure behind the curtain, but a canvas.
There was a lot of dirt on the canvas.
The stench emanating from it was even stronger.
This is
Staring at the canvas in front of him, Peter frowned slightly.
This seems to be the canvas that originally wrapped little Terry for burial.
He turned around.
"boom!"
A sound of thunder pierced the darkness of the night, reflecting Peter's expressionless face.
That is to say, it was actually Louis himself who secretly dug out the body.
He dug out his son's body with his own hands?
No!
It couldn't be him!
The painful self-blame expression on the other party just now didn't seem to be fake.
If it wasn't him, it was his wife, Vanessa.
Why did she do this?
Peter frowned.
He walked out of the master bathroom and continued to follow the faint smell forward.
The rain outside was getting heavier, and Peter's footsteps echoed in the corridor.
At this time, Louis' wife, Vanessa, was standing in a storage room at the end of the second floor.
She stood nervously behind the door, holding a dagger in her hand, listening to Peter's footsteps approaching.
On the ground behind her, there was the body of her son she secretly dug out.
"Plop! Plop!"
Her heart was beating wildly, listening to Peter's footsteps, as if waiting for the final judgment of fate.
In order to prevent Peter from discovering this secret, she could only kill to silence him!
But she had never done such a thing, so the hand holding the dagger trembled slightly, and her heart was beating wildly.
"Da! Da! Da!"
The footsteps were getting closer and closer until they stopped in front of the door where she was.
"Plop! Plop!"
The two of them were facing each other, separated by a door, and the sound of Vanessa's heartbeat vibrated her eardrums.
"Kacha!"
The broken door handle of the storage room was gently turned.
Vanessa, with a fierce look in her eyes, raised the dagger upwards.
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