The assistant looked puzzled and asked, "Mr. Green, do you know the deceased?"
Stephen shook his head in despair, took out his phone, and quickly typed a message, [Betty Gordon, stop pretending to be mysterious! The way you are doing it makes me feel even more disgusted with you!]
I was very nervous as I looked at the carefully stitched body on the dissecting table.
Did he recognize me?
It seemed like he was in a hurry to prove something. He quickly found Dylan, who was in charge of my case, and retrieved my grandmother's information. He found her phone number and took out his phone, preparing to make a call.
Suddenly, his gaze fell on a line of words.
[The granddaughter, Betty Gordon, died unexpectedly three years ago.]
His pupils contracted, and his blood froze instantly.
"How is this possible?"
His face turned pale, "Betty Gordon, died three years ago?"
"The investigation results confirm it, and the system also shows that Betty Gordon's household registration was cancelled three years ago."
Dylan was puzzled, wondering why the forensic doctor was so shocked.
"Mr. Green, do you... know her?"
Stephen lost control, "How is this possible!"