Bones The Double Death Of The Dearly Departed 소설 & 이야기

Zhou Tian took out his mobile phone to light up and looked at his feet. It turned out to be a complete set of human bones, which were terribly white. Fortunately, Zhou Tian had been scared once. This time, he was still very calm. Shen Mengyi and Bai Lu also saw it. They were not as panicked as they were just now. At this time, Shen Mengyi said, "Mr. Zhou, there's another skeleton. Two of them died here." "Yes, let me see how far ahead is..." As Zhou Tian spoke, he took the phone forward. The flashlight was very strong, and it could still light up a long distance.

It was almost comforting, in a way. "How on earth am I still alive?" I whispered, my mind racing with dark images of some mysterious ritual. Maybe it was just the disorientation, but time seemed to freeze in the room with Gray. "Hey, is Bellamy—" "Bellamy is gone. The body was cremated last night, and the ashes were laid to rest," Nereus said, his voice steady. Tears of relief spilled down my cheeks. Bellamy had been a nightmare. I could handle Gray, Jonah, and maybe even Hugo, but Bellamy was a whole different level of awful. I felt a weight lift off my shoulders.

Both of them— Healing. Together. Slowly. Imperfectly. But— Together. "Marcus is dead," Lucas said quietly. "Really dead. Finally dead. You are free. Really free. Finally—" But Hope was staring at Marcus's body. At the blood. At— Something wrong. Something— Off. She knelt beside him. Checked his pulse. His eyes. His— "This is not Marcus," she said. Voice hollow. Empty. Destroyed. "What?" "This is not Marcus. This is—another double. Another body. Another—trick. Marcus is still alive. Still out there. Still—"

"That's more or less everything. Alexander wasn't the one who died. It was Daniel." I spread my hands, laying out the truth for Charles. In the past weeks I had felt lost, devastated, torn in every direction. But now all I felt was relief that I had managed to break free early. Charles stayed silent for a long time. Then he slid an arm around my shoulders, pulling me gently toward him. "You've suffered enough." My body stiffened at first, then slowly relaxed.

My death, the concealment of my death from the world, and the perfect hiding for the murderer… "Alright, I get it." She reached out to wipe the tears from her face and returned to the elegant look. "I will remember that." Charles and Derek were relieved to see that. I was watching everything that happened from the side. It did not matter to me. I knew long ago that they did not love me. Even so, why did my heart still hurt? The next day, Susan went to the crematorium alone and collected my ashes. She did not go home directly but went to the orphanage where I was found.

She pursed her lips. Lucas shoved the box into her hands nonetheless. "You're still as stubborn as ever. I'm here to ask you about your mom's third death anniversary. If you have any plans in mind, let me know in advance so I can help you with it." Ariel paused briefly. She did not expect Lucas would remember about that. Elena passed away a year before Ariel got married. It would soon be her third death anniversary. Jayson probably was not even aware of this. "Alright, I'll see you at the convention hall in a bit." Lucas looked at his phone and stroked her hair as he always did. Then, he turned around and left.

If he kept this up, it would turn into stomach cancer. Charlie had to undergo surgery, and it took three hours before he was saved. "No more stimulation. They've been working too hard for too long, and their bodies have been subjected to long-term exhaustion. This must stop." We thanked the doctor and tended to them. This was bad. We were going to get a divorce, but now they were hospitalized, and I sighed. When I got into his ward, Christopher lightened up considerably. He held my hand as tightly as he could, in case I ran away again.

And lastly, he reached out to the bones and had a feel. Thomas smirked after inspecting the corpse in detail. “What a good escape plan!” Everyone else in the morgue was dumbfounded as they did not understand what Thomas meant. As a cop, Angus was very sharp himself. He asked, “Mr. Mayo, you mean… that this corpse does not belong to Caleb?” “Yes.” Thomas pointed at the teeth, hands, and feet of the corpse and said, “The deceased does not have any teeth left. Not to mention there are signs of old age on the hands and feet. This indicates that the corpse belongs to an elderly person, not Caleb.”

The doctor chews his bottom lip and looks back at the curtain before shaking his head. Why is he shaking his head? “But the child did not.” My blood runs cold. “What child?” Doctor Ramoth shifts his attention towards the clinic’s windows and after making sure that the twins are not within an earshot, he leans in and says softly, “She was with a child before the news of your supposed death broke out. Her body was already weak without her wolf, she would have lost it even without the fight with Nox and the torture at the hand of Crimsonhill’s Beta.”

★ ★ ★ Draven’s POV The photo on my desk never aged, but I had. Two boys. Twin, no older than six. Grinning with ice cream smeared across their chins. Kael had always been the one with his eyes half-closed, like he was seeing something the rest of us couldn’t. Or wouldn’t. Now all I saw were fault lines. A war encoded into their blood. I turned from the photo to the fireplace. Flames danced within, orange and hungry, but their warmth didn’t reach me. Diana Jones is dead. I watched the coffin sink.