Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 281 Forbidden Love
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Click...

"Whoo~"

About half an hour later, Milo finally dug a hole in the ground and successfully pried open the decaying coffin of the witch's descendant.

To Milo's surprise, Ephraim White's remains lay peacefully in the coffin.

More than a decade has passed since he was buried, and his body has long since decomposed, leaving only a skeleton.

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"That would be strange."

Milo wiped the sweat from his brow and stared at the skeleton in the coffin at his feet.

Even though there are people in the grave, he can't see any scenes of their lives. Why?
This has never happened before, unless it's an empty grave.

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It was midday, the time of day when the sun's rays were strongest.

But under the pounding of the cold sea wind, Milo felt no warmth from the sun.

Ephraim's skeleton wasn't scary at all. Compared to the mummies that Milo had seen in the abandoned patient asylum, this thing under his feet was nothing.

However, whether it was due to the weather or psychological factors caused by the unusual event, Milo sensed a hostility that seemed to come from the sea, or perhaps from the skeleton in the grave that refused to be looked at.

"I must be overthinking it."

Milo shook his head, put the lid back on Ephraim's coffin, and used a crowbar to push back the dirt that had been dug up from the ground.

Eric's shadow appeared on the grave mound, and he gestured to Milo, asking, "Is it possible that this old man's body is fake?"

"No, the body is real."

Milo waved his hand:

“Do you remember what Justin, the old woman, and Grasso said? They said the White family inherited the magic of stealing other people’s souls and bodies. I think I understand what that means.”

"What's going on?" Eric hadn't figured it out yet.

“Hmm—we just need to go back to the law enforcement office and ask Rick if Asenas, who is lying in the morgue, is left-handed, and we'll know who is currently being interrogated.”

"The fact that the spirit's surveillance has failed means that the tomb owner is not completely dead, right?"

Milo dusted off his hands and set off back to the city.

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In the basement of the law enforcement office, Milo got the answer he wanted from Rick.

The murdered Asenath was also not left-handed.

This would allow Milo to be fairly certain of his own speculation.

"So, David Derby is not left-handed, nor is his wife Arcenas, and I think the remaining options are obvious."

Milo stared at Asenas's corpse on the autopsy table, muttering to himself.

"Soul transfer? Or should it be called body plunder? What a twisted ability! Isn't this a kind of immortality?"

"What kind of immortality method?" Rick leaned closer and asked curiously.

"Your father-in-law becomes your wife and marries you, what do you think of this story?" Milo looked at Rick with a wicked grin.

"This..." Even Rick, the Egg Terminator, couldn't help but feel a chill after getting a little involved in this story.

What it's like to marry your father-in-law is completely unimaginable. "Where did you hear such a twisted story?"

Rick, with his hands in the front pockets of his work clothes, asked with a puzzled look on his face.

Milo pointed to Asenas, who was lying on the autopsy table with her chest exposed and ribs showing: "Her father used some special means to invade her body with his soul, and then for more than ten years he played the role of Asenas, fell in love with David, married him, and through countless attempts, finally took over David's body again. Perhaps David used his last bit of control to murder Asenas in an attempt to save himself, which is why he said last night that if he didn't kill Asenas, he would be the one to die. But now it seems that he still couldn't avoid the fate of having his body taken over... Is that clear enough?"

Milo doesn't mind letting Rick know the truth.

In fact, Rick should be considered one of the few people in this law enforcement agency who are qualified to know the truth, after all, his very existence is one of the unspeakable secrets.

Even the coroner, who was half-dead, couldn't help but marvel at such a bizarre and disgusting story.

Imagine David Derby, newly in love, spending his days with his father-in-law—anyone would shudder at the thought.

Ephraim, who possessed Asenas's body, had been frequently trying to control David. The two must have exchanged souls and wills many times, to the point that David urgently sent a distress signal to Justin while maintaining his conscious state. However, after that, Ephraim possessed him again and asked Justin to forget the nonsense he had said.

In fact, the face of Asenas that Justin saw through the manor window at the beginning of the year was the real David.

The woman described by the old woman who was a servant in the manor as being imprisoned was actually David himself.

It's hard to imagine how David has spent the last ten years or so.

From falling in love at the beginning, to gradually noticing something was wrong, to feeling terrified and helpless, until finally having no choice but to kill, but ultimately still unable to escape the fate of being plundered.

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"So the David Derby upstairs right now is actually Ephraim White, who was declared dead more than a decade ago?"

Rick's expression was just like Milo's when he first discovered Rick eating his testicles—full of surprise and astonishment.

"And what about the real David?"

“Who knows?” Milo shrugged. “Perhaps his will has been crushed, perhaps…”

Milo's voice gradually stopped as he spoke.

Just as Rick was wondering what to ask, Milo raised his hand to signal him to be quiet.

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"Thump—thump—"

In the dimly lit dissection room, with both of them remaining silent, a series of very faint heartbeats could be heard in the air.

"Whose heartbeat is this? Is it mine?" Rick touched his chest, then realized, "Oh no, my heart has stopped beating. Is it yours?"

"No, it's hers."

Milo tilted his head and pointed to Asenas's body lying on the autopsy table.

Beneath her open chest and ribcage, something seemed to be churning...

However, because the internal organs of the corpse were already too decomposed, the inner walls of those tissues simply could not support the internal blood pressure.

After only a few throbs, the organs ruptured, and large amounts of rotten, thick fluid gushed out.

That wasn't all; the corpse, which had been lying peacefully on the autopsy table, suddenly began to struggle violently with a ferocious expression!

Boom! !
She kept banging the back of her head against the metal dissection table, a terrifying hoarse scream emanating from her sunken face.

"Holy crap!"

Rick was nearly scared to death.

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(End of this chapter)