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As he spoke, he immediately grabbed her hand in a vice grip. In the surveillance footage, one could see how Sunny's expression changed when her back was turned, trying to find a chance to leave the scene as soon as she could.On their way out, they were suddenly surrounded by the police. "Where are you going, Miss Brooks?"Turning her head, she saw Chris sneering at her, and she finally realized what was going on, rage painting her features. "How dare you trick me?!"Chris scowled at her reaction, reaching to wrap his hands around her neck. "And you're one to talk? You're the one who came close to me so that you could get information out of me! Do you know how many people died because of you, Sunny? You disgust me!"Hearing this, Sunny laughed, a defiant flame burning in her eyes. "I'm disgusting? Shouldn't you be saying that about yourself, Chris? How does it feel to kill your lover with your own hands? "Oh, wait, you don't know! Misty called you right before she died, you kno
The Final Portrait Chapter 1
I was a sketch artist acting for the police.On a secret mission, I was discovered by a murderer. My eyes were gouged out, and my body was dismembered, unceremoniously dumped in a garbage bin.On the brink of death, I called my boyfriend, a criminal investigator. However, he hung up on me because he was busy accompanying his first love to a prenatal checkup.A few days later, he received a portrait that was a vital clue to finding the murderer, but he thought I was playing tricks on him.In his anger, he tore that portrait to shreds.After he found out the truth, he spent the whole night searching through the garbage to piece it back together.-After the murderer dismembered me, my remains were scattered in garbage bins. After receiving a report, the police had the scene on lockdown, and spent an entire day and night to piece my remains back together from different garbage bins around the area.But no matter how they tried, they couldn't find my eyes.My body was placed on
The Final Portrait Chapter 2
Chris and I were coursemates during university. Back when he was going through tough times, I stayed by his side and helped him through it. In the course of it, he opened himself to me, and we ended up together.After graduation, we ended up in the criminal investigation team together. He became a police, while I worked as a portrait artist, assisting with investigation.Half a year ago was the first time I joined a joint capture operation. Chris' father, Mr. Garrett, was the captain back then. However, our target found out about our plans beforehand, and the entire building was rigged with timed explosives.The moment the explosion happened, Mr. Garrett protected me with his body. The explosion took the lives of everyone in the first team except for me, who had gotten gravely injured, but was still alive.By the time Chris came with the second team, I had already passed out. When I woke up, I was laying in the hospital, and I had forgotten all about the murderer along with everyth
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I threw away the medical report and tidied up the house Chris and I stayed in, throwing everything that belonged to me away. He probably didn't want to see anything that belonged to me if he ever came back. Before I left, I fed a stray cat in the area. The little kitten seemed to sense my emotions and nuzzled my palm in response.I teared up at the sight, before I hastily swiped my tears away. "Take care of yourself without me, okay? The world is still a beautiful place, it's just a shame that I can't feel it anymore."Without looking back, I boarded the train to leave this place.One week later, I found one of the criminals' hideouts, following the clues I had on hand. Acting like a normal person, I blended into the crowd and managed to get inside. After unrelenting effort, I finally bypassed surveillance and saw the face of the murderer. Under threat of death, I left the hideout in the dead of night and drew a portrait as a clue for the murderer, before mailing it out by par
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The moment Chris laid eyes on Sunny, the coldness in his eyes thawed slightly. Lowering his head, he gently adjusted her clothes for her, his expression worried. "Didn't the doctors say that you needed rest because you were pregnant? Why didn't you listen?" Seeing Chris, Sunny immediately threw herself into his arms. In a sweet voice, she said, "I just missed you, silly! Didn't you promise not to work overtime today? Is there a new case?"Chris let down his guard around her, so he didn't even hesitate to reply, "We got a dismemberment case tonight, so I was a bit late."Hugging Chris' arm, Sunny turned to look at the police station. Curiously, she asked, "So how is it? Have you found the murderer?"Sitting her down in the passenger seat, he replied, "Not yet. The victim's body was completely disfigured, so the victim must have suffered torture before death. The killer even gouged out both of the victim's eyes."He paused for a moment, before continuing, "Our current deduction i
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I was stunned hearing what Sunny had said, my memories going back to our university days.Back then, I knew that Chris had fallen for a girl before, and that the girl had dumped him and left the country when Chris' grandmother died. I was the one who had stood by him when he was having one of the toughest times of his life, and slowly kept him company until he overcame his hurdles.On the day of our graduation, Chris confessed to me in front of everyone. The youth walked toward me with a gentle smile on his face. The love and passion he had for me was evident in his expression.To this day, I still remember how it was a windy day, and how his gaze was passionate but careful as he tried not to let his nervousness show. He told me, "Will you be with me, Misty? Let me protect you. We'll have our own home together, and I'll never let you be alone. I promise."I didn't remember how I replied, but I did remember crying. I remembered how he had gently wiped my tears and covered my eye
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After comforting Sunny, Chris went to the balcony, his expression still in a firm scowl as he reached for his phone and tapped on my direct messages. The last message from me was from half a month ago, asking where he was, and the two of cut basically cut contact since then.He hesitated for a bit, turning the phone on and off, before tapping a few words slowly. "If you aren't dead, come back here."Seeing that I didn't reply, he deleted the message and threw the phone onto the table.For a second there, I was shocked to realize that Chris missed me. A moment later, I berated myself for even thinking that he might care about me in any capacity. He wanted me as far away as possible so that he could be with his true love.I had been dead for a while now, anyway, so I wouldn't ever get between them. Good for them, I suppose.I was about to leave when a kitten jumped over from the rooftop of our neighbor's house. It was the stray cat that Chris and I fed together.Seeing the cat
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"Captain, the DNA test results are out… I think you should come here personally…"By the time Chris got the call, it was already close to midnight. He rushed all the way to the police station in the dead of night, and realized something wasn't right the moment he stepped in the door.Everyone's heads were lowered, and quite a few of our colleagues were crying around my corpse. Chris seemed to realize something, but he forced himself to step into the autopsy room, reaching to grab the collar of one of our colleagues, but his hands were trembling. "Why are you all crying? Stop… Stop crying already!"As soon as he spoke, the sniffles around him became full-blown sobs. Our colleague Alex replied, "Captain, the DNA test results of the victim came out… It… It was Misty, Captain… She died so horribly…"Those words were like a sledgehammer, bashing away at Chris' heart, and I could see that he was thrown into panic with this news. His eyes reddened as he tightened his grip, and he star
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