Kieran looked at the phone in astonishment.
Although he had some guesses after seeing the cropped photo, he didn't expect the result to be even more exaggerated than he had imagined.
Ex-wife?
Married?
Hmph!
Impossible!
Given his character, he would never get married, not even in this life. He even rejected love and relied on food to maintain his current beautiful life, sharing it with another person would be the worst.
Kieran's silence obviously caused a misunderstanding from the detective on the other side of the phone.
"My condolences, Mr. 2567.
Your ex-wife's parents died young and she doesn't have any close friends around her.
That's why we are looking for you.
If it's possible, I hope you can come to McRose Forensic Lab to confirm the body. There will be someone waiting for you there in the afternoon. "
The detective's cold voice couldn't help but have a sense of gentleness.
Kieran thought for a while and ultimately agreed.
No doubt, he didn't want to have anything to do with his ex-wife, whom he had never met before, but considering his current identity, he had to meet her.
He needed to know more information.
He believed he didn't get his identity without a reason.
That Mordin must have something planned.
Even though nothing had been revealed yet.
However, waiting wasn't part of Kieran's character.
After hanging up, Kieran walked out of the room and went to the courtyard. He said to the chef apologetically, "I'm sorry, something happened here, I can't enjoy the food right away. Can you cook the food and store it in the fridge of Eatery Hostel?"
"Of course.
But Doctor 2567, I have to remind you, freezing the food for a long time will cause the taste to deteriorate. "
It wasn't the first time the tall chef ran into this kind of situation, she smiled and responded smoothly.
"I know.
I'll go to Eatery Hostel and get them back as soon as possible.
The address is 4-2-2, right? "
Kieran asked for confirmation.
"Yes, I'll be looking forward to your visit."
The female chef invited Kieran after she finished most of the food.
"Don't worry.
I'll be there often.
"I can already smell the scent that makes my heart beat faster."
In the face of food, Kieran would always be sincere, especially when the food was not hard to swallow.
The food and kitchen utensils were quickly moved to the car. As the female chef left, Kieran locked the door and walked out of the street. It was hard to get a taxi in this high-class neighborhood.
After walking for five minutes, Kieran turned out of the inner street and arrived at the entrance of the community that was connected to the main road.
Although it was his first time here, with Kieran's memory and talent [Memory Palace], he was able to observe the entire community from the balcony on the second floor of his residence.
The yellow taxi stopped when Kieran waved his hand.
'Where, sir? '
The taxi driver asked.
"McRose Forensic Lab."
Kieran replied.
The taxi driver nodded and pressed the meter while stepping on the accelerator.
It was not a short journey.
About 20 kilometers.
Kieran took a quick glance at the city named The Moon.
It was a strange name, similar to the neighborhood that he left, Elm Tree Street.
Kieran had yet to understand how the people in this city named it, but the realism before his eyes further proved his guesses.
He had arrived in a real world.
'What are you trying to do?'
Kieran pondered again until the taxi driver reminded him that they had arrived.
"In total," the taxi driver said.
Kieran handed over 77 RMB in change, got the two coins back, and got out of the car.
Generous enough to give up?
There was no such thing.
The habit of being thrifty should start from the drip.
McRose Forensic Lab was easy to find. From the spot where Kieran got off the car, there was a big signboard hanging on the wall in front of him, and the signboard told him to turn right and go down.
Following the sign, Kieran walked into the lab.
There was no front desk, no seats, it was just an inner and outer suite. Other than being a little bigger, as long as one had good eyesight, they would be able to see the inside of the lab from where they stood.
Of course, the premise was that the person inside forgot to close the blinds, just like how it was now.
There were two dissecting tables, one with a dead body on it. Around it were scattered tools, stained with blood, and under the light of the incandescent lamp, the tools were emanating an unusual cold glare. A petite woman with milky white hair and a pale face, with thick black eyeshadow, was taking out a heart from the open chest and weighing it on a scale.
Although she was wearing a white coat, Kieran could easily see the leather coat under the coat.
After weighing the heart and recording the data, the woman finally noticed Kieran at the door.
She instinctively wanted to close the blinds, but the bloody glove seemed to be glued to her hand, she couldn't remove it no matter how hard she tried.
When she finally removed the glove, it was already a minute later.
"That's enough!
That's enough!
I told you I want a glove made of natural rubber!
This artificial rubber always makes me look bad! "
Said the woman as she opened the inner door, walked out, and asked Kieran, "2567?"
"Yes."
Kieran nodded.
Kieran's gaze at the woman showed a sense of interest.
Of course, it wasn't because he was interested in the woman's silly actions. Similar to how Kieran always thought that women who fell on flat ground, other than having a weak brain and not looking at where they were walking, were b * tches with ulterior motives. The woman before Kieran's eyes was a little muddle-headed, she wasn't suitable to be a forensic doctor.
However, the gloomy and cold aura on her was enough to attract Kieran's interest.
It was a phenomenon that only appeared when negative energy gathered.
Years of contact with dead bodies couldn't have reached this level.
"An unexpected discovery."
Kieran said in his heart.
"Follow me."
Said McRose.
As though she had embarrassed herself in front of Kieran, she didn't want to care about Kieran anymore. She said coldly and brought Kieran to the small door outside.
Behind the door was a flight of stairs.
At the end of the stairs was the morgue.
McRose walked to the cabinet labeled 301, checked the nameplate, and opened the cabinet.
Kieran saw the name 'Mary' on the nameplate.
The body inside the cabinet was wrapped in a body bag. McRose swiftly unzipped it, not all the way, but only to the neck.
A female body appeared before Kieran.
Even though she had lost her vigor and her blonde hair was dry, her face was still beautiful.
Kieran could tell that she was a great beauty when she was alive.
However, Kieran wasn't paying attention to that. He looked at the other parts of the body.
Even with the body bag covering it, Kieran noticed that the body wasn't complete, as though it was missing arms and legs.
On top of that, there were circles of black lines around the neck.
It seemed like the head was sewn back on after the body was sewn up.
Dismembered?
Kieran frowned.
This kind of extreme method wasn't commonly seen.
Other than some extreme hatred, only some perverted people would resort to this method.
Whether it was the former or the latter, the chances of encountering such a method were quite low.
Unless …
Kieran pointed at the body inside the body bag as a thought popped into his mind.
"Can you explain it to me?"
"It's not up to me."
"Someone will explain it to you later."
"And my mission?"
"It's done!"
McRose shrugged, zipped up the body bag and pushed the body into the cabinet.
Following McRose, Kieran returned to the forensics workshop on the surface. There was a rather buff woman in neat clothes waiting for him.
The man looked young and robust, but he was not to be underestimated. Just like his robust appearance, the man's gaze on Kieran was sharp, sharp, and full of probing.
Faced with such a gaze, ordinary people would subconsciously avoid it.
Kieran, however, looked her straight in the eyes and sized her up.
"Inspector Gredith!"
Gredith reached out her right hand and introduced herself.
The cold and slightly neutral voice indicated that she was the one who informed Kieran before.
"Doctor 2567."
Kieran recalled the man's memory. He clenched his fists and released them, but the calluses between his thumb and forefinger told Kieran that the man must have possessed decent marksmanship.
"Rose, we'll need two chairs.
The kind used by normal people. "
Gredith called out to McRose, who went back into the workshop and was about to close the door.
"So troublesome every time."
McRose grumbled.
However, he still brought out two chairs with cushions on them.
Gredith signaled Kieran to sit down and asked, "When was the last time you contacted your ex-wife?"
"Would you contact your ex-husband under normal circumstances?"
Kieran really wanted to give her a precise answer but he had to be vague since he didn't have any similar memories.
"I'm not married.
Did she tell you what kind of trouble she ran into recently? "
After a simple answer, Gredith changed the question.
"You are referring to her dismembered body?"
Kieran asked.
Gredith glared at McRose when she heard Kieran's question.
It seemed like McRose had misunderstood something.
"He found out himself.
It has nothing to do with me! "
McRose explained right away.
"You are a psychiatrist, right?"
Gredith asked.
"A psychiatrist is also a doctor, I can still see some obvious things, like you treating me as a suspect."
Kieran answered.
"I didn't treat you as a suspect, just a suspect."
Gredith emphasized.
"Is there a difference?"
Kieran smiled.
"Of course there is.
I'll ask the latter politely, if it's the former, I'll handcuff him back to the station and apply for a single cell for him. "
Gredith explained, but there was a hint of threat in her words.
"Of course, you have proof.
I can assure you I won't kill my ex-wife. We may be divorced but the grudge between us isn't strong enough to kill each other.
After all, we were once in love. "
Kieran continued to bullsh * t. In his heart, he had completely given up on the idea of getting any useful information out of the officer's mouth.
She wouldn't tell him.
Although it was just a simple question, Gredith had shown her dominance. Given her personality, Kieran shouldn't expect her to tell him anything he wanted.
On the other hand, McRose seemed to be easier to deal with.
Gredith didn't say anything.
She just glared at Kieran.
Kieran replied to the man like before.
Both of them stared at each other for about 10 seconds before Gredith took a deep breath.
"This is my personal number, if you remember anything, please call me …"
Ring Ring Ring!
Gredith's phone rang.
She signaled to Kieran before standing up and walking away.
"What happened?"
Gredith asked.
"Boss, we just received an alarm from the security system. Someone broke into 2567's house!"
Her subordinate's report caused Gredith's expression to turn strange.
Gredith subtly glanced at 2567 who was sitting further away.
"Are you sure?"
Gredith asked.
"Yes, it's the 2567 you're seeing now, the one related to the dismembered body case. It's a rare name and I'm sure both of them are the same person."
Her subordinate said in an affirmative tone.
"Very well.
Seal off the scene right now!
"Maybe we can catch a big fish!"
Gredith hung up the phone and walked over to Kieran.
"I'm sorry, Mr. 2567.
I think you'll have to work with me now. "
Gredith said.
"What happened?"
Kieran asked even though he already knew the answer.
As long as he willed it, with his current Intuition, any whispers within a 50-meter radius could not escape his senses, let alone a slightly bigger room.
However, someone broke into his house with this identity …
"Could it be because of this identity's ex-wife?"
Kieran wondered in his heart.
"Just follow me."
Gredith didn't explain, she signaled Kieran to follow.
The police car turned on its siren and sped all the way back to Elm Street at twice the speed of the taxi. When it arrived at 2-1-6, the front door had already been cordoned off. Two tall police officers stood there, blocking the curious onlookers.
Inside the house, plainclothes officers were searching every inch of the place.
When they saw Gredith and Kieran come down from the police car, the plainclothes officers quickly walked over and reported to Gredith.
Looking at the scene, Kieran's face flashed over a strange expression.
It wasn't that there was something wrong with the officers' report.
It was because these police detectives were all female.
The ordinary police officers around him were all men.
On top of that, among the curious onlookers, more than 70% of them were women.
Kieran recalled the scenes he saw when he came to this world.
The female chef, the female forensic doctor, the female inspector, and so on.
Unconsciously, a thought popped up in Kieran's mind.
Could it be …
This world was dominated by women?
Then, Kieran thought of Mordin's gender.
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