I was drifting aimlessly through the city streets, a restless ghost that ended up in the police station. Ronald was my only hope. I wished he could personally inform ude of my demise. I was dead. Ronald was curious about how ude would react upon receiving the document.


    But after an hour with no response, he grew impatient. As he was getting ready to meet ude, a young detective rushed in, saying, "Mr. Collins, the higher-ups have decided to drop this case. They have had those three charred bodies cremated." "What did you say!" Ronald''s grip tightened on the young detective''s cor before he let go, defeated. He grabbed the DNA report weakly, muttering, "Even with this document, we nowck any convincing evidence!"


    The young detectivemented, "True. It''s not an official document. It won''t hold up, which is a shame for ire. She''s dead, and nobody knows."


    I wanted to cry, but as a spirit, I couldn''t touch my face, letting my tears flow freely.


    I screamed silently. ''Why do I have to deal with this disrespect even in death, with nothing left of me, not even the truth about how I died?''


    Ronald pulled out his phone to call ude, but upon connecting, he found himself at a loss for words and hung up.


    "Never mind. ude didn''t react to the document. He still doesn''t believe it. We need to find more substantial evidence!" Ronald knew ude, awyer who valued solid evidence above all.


    With a sigh, Ronald looked at the DNA report, his expression filled with sorrow.


    Then, Ronald''s phone rang. It was ude calling. Hesitantly, Ronald answered, putting him on speaker.


    "Mr. Collins, is there something you need?" asked ude.


    Ronald barely opened his mouth, unable to find the words.


    ude broke the silence. "If you''ve found something more on ire, must say, unless I see her in person, I don''t believe any evidence. It could all be her tricking me."


    Ronald snorted, "Maybe you''ll never see her again."


    There was a pause before ude responded, "No, I''m still here, and she wouldn''t leave me. Listen to this recording."


    ''A recording? When did I ever make a recording?'' I wondered.


    "ude, you owe me, and I will haunt you for a lifetime!"


    That was indeed something I said. But I said it in a moment of anger because ude had repeatedly favored Kate over me. And that was why I hadshed out. Who recorded that?


    ude was sure. "Mr. Collins, given ire''s personality, she would havee to me to im a favor. So, she can''t be dead."


    No wonder udebeled me as Grim Reaper on the phone. It was indeed so because ude owed my parents their lives. I was determined to make him pay.


    Ronald threw his phone in anger. "Let''s go back to the first crime scene and check if we missed anything."


    I tried shouting to Ronald, "There''s


    nothing there, but a bracelet my parents gave me is in Scar Man''s cabin. Find that bracelet, and ude


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    But Ronald couldn''t hear me. I didn''t know how else to make them aware of the cabin.


    Before leaving, Ronald made a stop at the hospital. Scar Man was in ICU, awaiting a second brain surgery, and the hospital was debating who. would operate. He was a crucial witness, and a failed surgery would be a heavy burden.


    So, Ronald was there to see Max.


    Max, always impably dressed, was getting ready to leave, which seemed at odds with his profession as a doctor.