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Chapter 9 Who Stole the Body?
Besides him, there were three other people who carried the coffin for burial.

Two were Louis' strong nephews, and one was his younger brother.

"Was there anything unusual during the burial? Or did you notice anything unusual?"

Officer Ryan asked the four men.

"should not."

One of Louis' nephews recalled what happened.

"We were lowering the coffin into the grave and Norma, I mean the funeral director, was standing by the hearse with his big, strong son, and everything looked normal."

Officer Ryan nodded and took off his rain-soaked police hat.

"What's happening now is not normal. Smallville hasn't encountered this kind of thing in a few years. Stealing corpses is not an ordinary crime."

As he spoke, he turned his gaze towards Peter.

"Padraic, do you have anything to add?"

"Do not."

Peter shook his head, indicating that he didn't know more than the police.

"is it?"

He walked over to Peter on the muddy ground.

"The last Walmart shooter case is not over yet, and we have to deal with it again this time."

Peter looked at him in surprise. "It's been six years. Officer Ryan is still investigating?"

"Of course, I will catch the murderer no matter how long it takes."

He glanced at Peter, then turned around and put on his police hat.

Peter stared at his back, his eyes narrowed.

Peter drove a black Toyota SUV to take his cousin and his family back home.

My cousin Louis, who was sitting in the back seat, looked dazed, as if he had not yet recovered from the huge blow.

His wife Vanessa had a worried look on her face 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 fine, Peter, thanks for getting us home."

Louis pulled himself together and thanked Peter.

He asked Peter, "How is John?"

"He's fine. He was asleep when I left."

"You are a competent father, Peter. A-Zu is not your biological son, but you have been taking care of him. You even delayed your marriage for this."

Cousin Louis said with emotion.

Although he had not had much contact with this cousin, he had known for a long time that Peter had adopted a baby boy who was not related to him by blood.

"Fortunately."

Peter responded casually.

He now possesses the ability to live forever, and it is estimated that when A-Zu falls into a mid-life crisis, he will still be in his twenties.

You can live for hundreds of years, so why rush into the grave of marriage?
After speaking a few words to Louis, Peter concentrated on driving.

ten minutes later.

Peter took 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."

"Hopefully."

Louis got a can of beer from the fridge.

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 to the road..."

"Stop talking," Peter picked up his 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 liked to pester me to tell me about his strange ideas.”

Then the slightly drunk cousin recounted a series of heartwarming memories in a vivid, clear and touching way.

After listening patiently for a while, Peter became a little impatient.

As he was about to say goodbye to his cousin, he suddenly noticed some dragging marks on the lawn outside.

A "bang" sound!
There was the sound of a beer can falling to the ground.

Peter turned around and looked back, and found that the beer can in Louis' hand had fallen to the ground, and he himself had passed out drunk.

Peter opened the door and walked out onto the lawn. The drizzle was still falling, and the grass on the lawn fell in the same direction, with fishy-smelling dirt scattered all over it.

With his superhuman senses, Peter easily identified the smelly mud as coming from the cemetery he had visited during the day.

Is the suspect who stole the corpse here?

Peter's eyes became more serious.

He took a step forward and followed the smell back into the room.

Cousin Louis was still drunk and unconscious.

Peter walked out of the living room, followed the smell, and slowly went upstairs.

The smell became stronger and stronger as it entered his nostrils.

It smells like freshly cut grass, but also like the smell of fruiting bodies.

All in all, what he smelled was the smell of decay and complete stagnation.

Although it is weak and ordinary people may not be able to feel it, Peter's senses have long surpassed ordinary people.

Second floor, main bathroom.

There was a dark shadow behind the shower curtain, swaying slightly in the night.

"Wow!"

Peter flung aside 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 above is even stronger.

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Staring at the canvas in front of him, Peter frowned slightly.

This seems to be the canvas that was used to wrap little Terry when he was buried.

He turned around.

"boom!"

A clap of thunder pierced the darkness of the night, illuminating Peter's expressionless face.

In other words, it was actually Louis himself who secretly dug up the body.

He dug up his son's body with his own hands?

Do not!
It can't be him!

The other party's expression of pain and self-blame just now did not seem to be pretended.

If it wasn't him, it was his wife - Vanessa.

Why is she doing this?

Peter frowned.

He walked out of the master bathroom and continued walking forward following the faint smell.

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 lay the body of her son, which she had secretly dug out.

"Puff! Puff!"

Her heart was beating wildly as she listened to Peter's footsteps, as if she was waiting for the final judgment of her fate.

In order to prevent Peter from discovering the secret, she had no choice but to kill!
But she had never done such a thing before, so the hand holding the dagger was trembling slightly and her heart was beating wildly.

"Da da da!"

The footsteps got closer and closer until they stopped in front of the door where she was.

"Puff! Puff!"

The two of them were facing each other, separated by a door, and the sound of Vanessa's heartbeat vibrated her eardrums.

"Crack!"

The broken door handle of the storage room was turned gently.

Vanessa looked fierce and raised the dagger upwards.

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