6

Unfortunately, the doctor held my shoulder tightly, so I couldn't move. Otherwise, I have no doubt that he would rush over and stab me. Seeing this, the police could only take me out of the ward temporarily.

On the way, they frowned and questioned me: "What do you mean by asking just now? What did Alex Smith do? Didn't your parents die eight years ago? The cemetery is fake? Where are their bodies?"

A gust of wind blew by, and my eyes suddenly turned red. I shook my head in the direction of the wind. "I want to know, too."

"I've been waiting for this answer for eight years."

The police looked gloomy and immediately ordered people to investigate. But the funeral home that handled my parents' funeral eight years ago was already empty. Otherwise, I wouldn't have kept Alex Smith alive until now. I kept him alive just to find out the true whereabouts of my parents' bodies.

As soon as a group of people walked out of the hospital gate, a group of reporters rushed towards me, holding their cameras, and the lenses were almost in my face. The police tried their best to maintain order, but there were too many people on the other side, and they asked me tricky questions one after another.

"Nancy, can I ask what your motive was for this murder?"

"I heard that your brother is still receiving treatment in the hospital. Have you ever suffered from mental illness?"

" Are the deceased family really your adoptive parents? Did they abuse you when they were alive? So you hold a grudge against them and took action this time?"

I frowned and shook my head in denial in front of everyone. "The Smith family treated me very well and didn't abuse me. I am indeed ill, but not mentally ill. As for the specific reason, I can't tell you now."

Seeing that I was mentally normal and calm, the reporters could no longer hold back and took out things they had prepared long ago from their bags and threw them at me. A stone hit my eyelid, and my eyes instantly became red and swollen, but the camera moved closer.

"Death to you crazy bitch!"

"Cold-blooded beasts should be shot!"

" You killed your adoptive parents and their entire family. How dare you go out there? Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?"

The label of a cold-blooded murderer was firmly attached to my head. A group of people scolded me to pieces, saying that I was a twisted pervert and an ungrateful person. But the more they scolded me, the deeper the smile on my lips became.

The police dragged me out of the crowd in a panic. Everyone had bruises on their faces. I got into the police car, and the atmosphere in the car was extremely depressing. When we entered the police station, the captain in charge pulled me out.

"Why don't you tell me now? We have already agreed to your request. What is your motive for killing?"

"Have my parents' bodies been found?" I remained calm, one of my eyes swollen and bloodshot. The police's unfinished question got stuck in my throat.

"you--"

I sighed. "Then let's wait a little longer."

That night, the person sent to investigate came back and threw the stack of reports on the table, frowning. "I went to check, but I couldn't find the death certificates of her parents eight years ago. Even the documents are incomplete. I don't know how they handled the funeral!"

"Maybe the equipment was relatively backward at the time, but what does what happened eight years ago have to do with Nancy's murder? She was only ten years old at the time."

"Why did his parents suddenly buy a huge insurance policy before he died? Or did they buy it themselves? Did they know that he would have an accident? That's impossible, right?"