Upon hearing the word "dead", my grandma was stunned for a moment, tears streaming down her face as she stammered,
"My Betty... she's dead... she can never come back..."
"That corpse, it's her..."
Stephen suddenly froze, looking at her in disbelief.
After a while, a cold smile appeared on his face.
"Oh, what tricks is Betty Gordon playing now? After using a dead person, she's now pretending to be dead?"
"Tell her, it's better for her to really die. Otherwise, even if I dig three feet into the ground, I will dig her out and make her pay for what she has done!"
After saying that, he turned around and left.
My grandma looked at his back, hunched over, her thin shoulders trembling violently, her voice filled with sorrow:
"Betty really had her reasons..."
My heart ached.
I wanted to reach out and hug my crying grandma, but my hands passed through her body.
It was only then that I realized, I was dead.
I can't do anything anymore...
The policewoman helped my grandma up. After a long time, she finally calmed down and told them about the abandoned garbage dump where I was discovered.
But it has been too long, and the killer had a strong anti-investigation awareness, leaving no clues at all.