When I Was Killed by Gangsters, He Disappeared

When I was being tortured to death, my husband Zayn Louis was accompanying his adopted sister to prepare for the operation.

In response to my request for help, he just said coldly, "Stop playing tricks. Whether you live or die has nothing to do with me."

The next day, Zayn led a team to investigate a brutal case of dismemberment.

Through a pile of body fragments, he deduced that the deceased was a woman in her twenties who had suffered inhuman torture before her death.

But he failed to surmise that the dead woman was his worst-hated wife.

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When my body was found in the basement.

Zayn Louis had just sent his adopted sister Stella Louis to the operating room for a heart transplant.

As the case was too brutal and bloody, Zayn had to leave the hospital and urgently investigate the case.

When he arrived at the basement, the police were busy fishing my body parts out of the sewer.

Saw this horrific crime scene.

Several young policemen couldn't help but run to the side and vomited violently.

Even Zayn who had seen all kinds of bizarre cases and crime scenes, almost couldn't help vomiting.

But he had to suppress his nausea and with trembling hands, he arranged my body parts into a human shape.

When he spoke, his voice trembled slightly, "Are all the body parts and internal organs here?"

"Except for the heart, everything else is complete."

A colleague reported.

"Keep searching."

Zayn was so angry that he gritted his teeth.

Faced with such a vicious criminal, anyone would want to cut the murderer into pieces.

I was floating in the air, looking at everything in front of me.

I really want to tell Zayn not to look for it anymore, because he will never find it.

But no one could hear me.

No one could see me either.

The police began searching the area, taking photos and collecting evidence, not missing any clues.

Unfortunately, after searching for several hours, they still couldn't find my heart.

From the assailant's method of operation and the body parts at the scene, Zayn deduced that the deceased was a woman in her twenties who had suffered horrific torture before her death.

As the youngest and most powerful criminal investigation team leader in the bureau, everyone was convinced by Zayn's inference.

A female police officer cursed with red eyes.

"What a bastard!"

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Back to the bureau.

As a workaholic, Zayn had no time to eat and started the next investigation plan.

He was in a state of panic the whole afternoon.

In the evening, most people went home after get off work, but he was the only one who was still lost in thought while looking at the photos he had taken at the crime scene.

Obviously, there's no clue left in those shocking photos.

But he kept staring.

This's probably what it means to be in sync with each other.

He could already sense my presence from these corpses.

But Zayn, why didn’t you call me at that time?

If you just gave me a call, you’ll find out these body parts are mine!

Zayn, do you hate me so much?

Was Stella so important to you?