Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 1895

The next day.

Just as Owen was preparing to bring Daniel to George to atone for his sins today, the prison guard suddenly ran over to him, panting. "Sir Hopper! Bad news! Something happened to Daniel!!!"

Owen's face froze and he quickly said to the prison guard, "Let's go and take a look."

The prison guard followed him and reported truthfully, "Although I have made the emergency call, I am afraid it is too late."

Owen's face darkened and he didn't say anything. He strode towards the single- cell where Daniel was being held.

At this moment, there was not a single person outside Daniel's cell.

First of all, the doctor and nurse responsible for treating him left after his fever was relieved.

Secondly, when the prison guard in charge of patrolling noticed that something had happened to him, he immediately ran over to report to Owen.

Therefore, things had not been spread.

Owen walked in to take a look and saw Daniel leaning against the wall with his legs crossed. His head was drooping and no one could see his expression clearly, and his arms were in front of his chest...

At first glance, it looked like he was sleeping. Owen even felt that as long as he shouted, "Daniell", the other person would immediately jump up like a spring and

wake up.

"Sir Hopper, I'm afraid he's already..." While Owen was looking at Daniel, the prison guard said, "He's already dead."

Upon hearing this, Owen stepped forward and stuck out a finger under Daniel's nose. He was not gasping for air and he was already dead!

Owen then pressed his hand on his chest, only to find that the person in front of him was dead.

How did he die?

Owen did not feel any grief for someone like Daniel. He only wanted to examine his corpse.

The next second, he crouched down on the ground and reached out to lift Daniel's lowered head.

There were more than ten finger marks left by Brittany on Daniel's face. There was nothing special about that. Owen continued to look down...

Then, his gaze froze.

Daniel's throat was constantly bleeding, but because his head was lowered and Owen was looking down at him, he didn't notice this.

Besides, Daniel was wearing black clothes. Judging from the color, it was indeed similar to dried-up blood, but it was not impossible to tell. Owen could tell.

He retracted his hand and turned to the prison guard beside him and said, "Go to call the forensic doctor in the police station."

prison

moment later, a female forensic doctor quickly appeared

female forensic doctor immediately came

came

than the scratches left behind by Brittany, there were

a thin and long

she found it, it was nailed into Daniel's throat, leaving only a

at the murder weapon handed over by the female forensic doctor

when Daniel had a high fever, he knocked out the IV tube and the doctor

"It's also possible that Daniel secretly

medical staff used it, they would throw it in the trash can.

formed after the prisoner's throat was pierced by the needle many times. His whole throat is rotten. He must have suffered a lot at that

surrounding bedding, cups, shoes, and other things were in a neat and tidy position. If a normal person was in pain, they would more or less do something to divert their attention, such as pulling the blanket, biting the blanket,

said that Daniel was very calm

still has this on him." The

it back from his mother. I didn't think it

see." The female forensic doctor nodded and didn't say anything

come

of this, Owen couldn't help but take out the contract he had just signed with Daniel from the drawer. The words "Daniel Phillips" were vivid and lifelike,

he deserved to die.

officers who had been in charge of keeping an eye on Daniel, asking if they had the phone number of Daniel's younger

that the "good friend" would

never expected that he would receive news of Daniel's death as soon as they called

They didn't want to hurt the kind-hearted

who had saved Ned's

young man should be in class. The phone only rang once, and it was

"Mister, I'm sorry. My class

officer originally wanted to tell Ned about this matter at one go, but he lost the courage because of his interruption. He felt that time

than ten minutes

off the answer button with a complicated expression,

with some confusion, "Mister, why

my brother

What should he say?

should

hesitation, the officer said, "Ned, I

confused. "Mister, can you stop joking? I'm asking

brother..."

Listen to me..." the officer said seriously,

stammered, "If you, you are the police, then my

not his good friends. It's just that your brother didn't want you and your mother to know about this, so he asked us to act with him. Sorry, Ned. I

the phrase "Your