âGo on,â he said.
âThen come over here and take a look.â The policeman stepped aside.
Bowen shifted his steps and walked slowly.
He wore leather shoes, and the heels of them struck the marble floor with a muffled sound.
thump, thumpâ¦
He stopped by the body and saw her face.
He had seen dead bodies more than once.
He also saw Blueâs remains.
He used to think that when a person is alive and dead, he should be short of breath, the blood will not flow, and he will not be able to support the heart, so the skin will appear ugly grayish white.
Thatâs all.
But since he saw Blue for the last time, he realized that there is such a big difference between being dead and being alive.
The gap between life and death.
And at this moment, the female corpse in front of him.
Itâs not just the distance between life and death.
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11 yas Vouchers The distance of one month is the distance from the flesh to the bone.
It is the distance at which a person becomes a skeleton.
Ever since Joleneâs accident, he never thought it was possible for Jolene to die.
All the signs he analyzed, all the things he knew about Jolene.
He decided it was just an inning for Jolene.
A bureau in which a wise woman is about to flee from him.
So, he still asked the police unwillingly: âAre you sure she is Jolene?â
âWe used her hair and her brotherâs DNA samples for comparison. Donât worry, we have repeatedly verified the results of the sample comparison, and there will be absolutely no mistakes.â
The policeman was holding the zipper and was about to pull it up. Suddenly, Bowen asked again: âIs there any injury on her foot? The left little finger was once broken.â
Two years ago, Jolene fell off his podium in high heels, fractured her left little toe, and limped for a long time. Bowen was holding her when she got on and off the car.
This is Bowenâs last stubbornness.
The police looked at the report carefully. The body had been soaked in the water for a long time, and the underwater situation was complicated. Several of her toes were scraped off by the barbed wire.
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1758 Vouchers The police said to Bowen with a rigorous attitude: âShe has fallen off her left and right toes. It cannot be judged whether she has fractured or not, but if she has been injured, it will be easier to fall off.â
In other words, it should be her.
What is he still insisting on?
The DNA report, bone age, height, are all exactly the same as Jolene.
Does he still not believe it?
He didnât believe it because he was not reconciled, as Nicole said, because he was confident in his own obsession?
The Jolene he knew was what he thought was smart, cautious, even a little cunning.
He felt that she would not put himself in danger.
However, all this is just what he thinks.
Perhaps, this world is not what he thought it was, or it really is.
Coming out of the police station, Gideon waited at the door.
He sent Nicole home, she was fine, just in a bad mood.
After waiting for a while and seeing Bowen coming out from inside, Gideon rushed to meet him.
Suddenly, he froze.
Because, the Bowen he saw now, and the Bowen a few hours ago seemed to be two people.
In fact, the face is still the same face, and the person is still the same person.
It becomes eyes.
Dark, hopeless eyes.
Gideon figured he should show Nicole what Bowen looked like at the moment.
Maybe he wouldnât have been scolding him for hours.
Nicole scolded him for being selfârighteous, not loving Jolene at all, and just seeing her as the emotional comfort of his dead first love.
However, Gideon felt otherwise.
The look in the eyes of a dead double is not like this.
âMr. Evertâ¦â He walked over, and Bowen, who was stepping down the steps, suddenly shook, and he quickly reached out to support him.
âMr. Evertâ¦â He said in astonishment, âYou have a fever!â