Chapter 68 I young mistress
Bodies to be investigated, such as Maggie Ford's mother and daughter, are usually placed on the fifth floor.
The fifth floor is the most closely guarded first floor in the funeral home.
But fortunately, the funeral home is not guarded by anyone, so it is easy to dive in, as long as the squinting and smiling men around her don't hold back.
Everything is going well.
Men are also very good at their skills.
They quickly arrived in Maggie Ford's room, and Charlee Ford opened the door carefully, conveniently solving the two monitoring.
"Come on in." She waved at the man behind her.
There are two bodies lying in the room.
To be precise, it is two bodies that have been sealed in ice coffins and have been beyond recognition.
After the man entered, he opened one of the ice coffins without changing his face.
A strong smell of corpse came to the nose, and Charlee Ford frowned subconsciously.
However, the man didn't even frown. He pulled out the tools he carried with him and started the autopsy neatly.
That action looked very professional, which made Charlee Ford feel relieved.
However, the autopsy process is obviously very long.
Charlee Ford waited for a long time, watching every bit of time pass, and her patience was running out.
Just then, the man put away his dagger.
"Did you find anything?" Charlee Ford asked, pinching his nose and leaning towards him.
Her facial features are almost wrinkled together.
Because it smells so bad.
The man glanced at her, closed the ice coffin and said, "What information do you want to know?"
Charlee Ford: "Cause of death, time of death."
The man nodded: "Although there are extensive burns on the body, the fatal wound is on the neck. She was killed by cutting her throat. As for the time of death, it is difficult to guess the exact time because of limited tools, but I roughly estimate it was a week ago."
Charlee Ford smell speech, small eyebrows twisted together instantly.
No matter the cause or time of death, it doesn't match Maggie Ford's mother and daughter.
Has the body been exchanged?
Or...
A flash of white light flashed through her mind.
Something seems to break through the bottom of my heart and break through the ground.
At this time, the man suddenly moved his ears. "Someone is coming."
Charlee Ford frowned and got up subconsciously. "Run."
However, the man around her moved faster than her, and before she could react, she had already jumped through the window.
"I slipped away first. If there is any problem, contact the website."
As soon as his voice fell, the door of the morgue was opened from the outside.
Fred was in black uniform, holding an infrared laser gun, and his eyes locked on Charlee Ford.
"You again?" Fred recognized Charlee Ford.
It was the woman who was going to steal Cinderella at the last auction.
Fred stared at her. "Who the hell are you? Did you set the fire in the reconnaissance center?"
Charlee Ford is in no hurry.
Fred is no match for her at all, and it is easy to escape from him.
Seeing that Fred was alone, she relaxed.
She smiled: "I said it wasn't me, do you believe it?"
Fred obviously disbelieved: "Then why are you here?"
"Maggie Ford was originally the target of my investigation. I came here just to verify one thing." Charlee Ford said slowly.
She said, paused and asked Fred doubtfully, "Have you changed the bodies? Deliberately make the defense so loose, just to attract me to appear?"
"I did guess there was someone behind it," Fred said. "But I didn't think it would be you."
To be honest, if the woman in front of him will kill people, he doesn't believe it.
But he set this trap for so long, but only waited for her.
He had to wonder.
"You really didn't kill anyone?"
"Did I say that I came here on my own business..." Charlee Ford waved his hand to explain.
However, before her voice fell, there was a slow footstep behind Fred.
Then, a man wearing short sleeves and cold breath appeared in her sight.
Charlee Ford paused.
William Bryan? !
Why is he here?
Fred was not curious about the appearance of Bai William, as if he had expected it.
"It turns out that you two made a game and waited for me." Charlee Ford finally understood, and she hooked her lips.
William Bryan's eyebrows were cold and she asked her directly: "Did you save me young mistress in Village?"
Young mistress?
He said he was his young mistress...
She thought William Bryan didn't want to admit it.
"Hmm? Yeah, why?" Charlee Ford raised his eyebrows: "I saved it when I saw it. After all, it is you young mistress. I can't..."
"So, you started the fire?" William Bryan interrupted her.
Charlee Ford shook his head. "Not me."
He looked at her in silence.
After a long time, just when she thought he was going to cross-examine something, he nodded: "I see."
Charlee Ford:?
This is it?
So he believed it?
"I don't know what you're investigating," William Bryan said, "but stay out of this."
Charlee Ford paused.
William Bryan went on, "You go."
Fred frowned. "Mister Bai, she must have sneaked in here for some purpose, and just let her go?"
Charlee Ford pulled up her long curly hair and looked at William Bryan playfully. "So, did president mean something to me?"
William Bryan glanced at her, and there was no superfluous emotion in her eyes.
After a long time, he said faintly, "You saved her."
Charlee Ford dazed for a moment.
I realized that by "she" he meant my Charlee Ford identity.
So that's why he let himself go?
"So I want to thank your fool young mistress?" Charlee Ford hooked his lips.
Fred frowned and intuited what was the relationship between them.
But it was William Bryan's idea to squat here tonight.
William Bryan wants to release him, and he has no room for rebuttal.
"I will look into this matter." William Bryan finally said this and left.
It's like telling Charlee Ford, and it's like appeasing Fred.
After all, it happened in the investigation office in Fred.
He must find out the arsonist.
Fred took one last look at Charlee Ford, sighed low, and left with him.
In an instant, Charlee Ford was left alone in the huge morgue.
She froze for a moment.
I was suddenly patted on the back.
She turned warily, and the man who had already run away did not know when he was standing behind her again.
"Tut," the man smiled strangely: "I didn't expect this William Bryan to protect his young mistress."
Charlee Ford gave him a white look, ignored him, and climbed down the window.
However, her heart, but after all, is more than a trace of complex emotions.