Her Suicide Note Blamed Me, So I Called the Police for an Autopsy Chapter 03

Her Suicide Note Blamed Me, So I Called the Police for an Autopsy Chapter 03

Ryan said nothing.

The officer looked at him.

“Mr. Hall, please cooperate with the inspection of the body in the coffin.”

Ryan’s throat moved.

After a long while, he finally spoke.

“Fine.”

Just one word.

But it landed hard.

Lydia was the first to break down.

She threw herself in front of the coffin and pressed both hands on the lid.

“No!”

“Sarah already died such a terrible death. You still want to open her coffin?”

Mara also knelt beside the coffin, crying so hard that her shoulders shook.

“Officer, Sarah cared about looking beautiful more than anything.”

“She fell from such a high place. She already looks terrible.”

“Please, please don’t let people crowd around and stare at her now. The media and her fans

are all around us!”

The officer’s tone was calm.

“This is not a public viewing.”

“We are only checking the body inside the coffin.”

“Please move aside.”

Lydia still wanted to block them.

Ryan said in a low voice, “Mom.”

Lydia turned to him sharply.

“Ryan!”

Ryan closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, he looked at me.

His eyes were full of hate.

And panic he could not hide.

“Open it.”

With that one word, Lydia’s crying stopped.

Mara went frighteningly pale.

The funeral attendants stepped forward.

The coffin lid was slowly pushed open.

Everyone in the cemetery held their breath.

I didn’t move closer.

My gaze fell on the outside of the body bag inside the coffin.

The sharp smell of disinfectant hit me first.

Inside the coffin was a black body bag.

A white label was stuck on the outside.

It read: Sarah Winter.

Gender: Female.

Age: Twenty-six.

Transferred by: Hall-affiliated Medical Center.

There was no hospital wristband.

No police seal.

No funeral home case number.

Only a label from the Hall family.

The officer frowned.

“Who put this label on?”

Daniel immediately said, “The medical center.”

The officer asked, “Where is the transfer form? There should be a transfer form and

chain-of-custody record for this kind of identity check, right?”

Daniel stopped.

I looked at the label and smiled.

Mara suddenly lifted her head.

“What are you laughing at?”

“Nothing,” I said.

“I didn’t know a sticker was enough to identify a body after death.”

Mara’s face froze.

The officer put on gloves and opened the outer layer of the body bag and checked it.

A funeral attendant tried to step forward and block him, but another officer stopped him.

Lydia turned her head away, not daring to look.

Mara lowered her head, but her fingers clenched tightly around her dress.

Only Ryan kept looking at the coffin.

There was no grief on his face.

Only tension.

A few seconds later, the officer looked up.

“The body is badly damaged.”

“We can’t identify it by sight here.”

“We will need samples for identity verification.”

Lydia acted as if she had finally found an opening and cried out, “She is already like this.

What more do you need?”

The officer looked at her.

“Identity verification. A public figure like her should have medical records. We can use

biological information from those records to identify her.”

Lydia’s crying got stuck in her throat.

Mara’s face also paled for a moment.

I watched their reactions and said softly, “What’s wrong?”

“Are you afraid even of confirming her identity?”

Ryan finally spoke.

“Erin.”

“Enough.”

I looked at him.

“Ryan.”

“When you accused me of driving Sarah to her death, one suicide note was enough.”

“Now I ask you to prove the person in the coffin is Sarah. Why is that so hard?”

He stared at me.

“I only wanted her to leave in peace.”

I raised my eyes.

“Leave?”

“Where does a dead person need to go?”

Ryan’s gaze darkened.

“Away from these ugly questions.”

The officer continued checking the outside of the body bag.

Soon, he pulled a folded sheet of paper from the side.

When Daniel saw it, he visibly relaxed.

“That’s the transfer form.”

“It should show the process.”

The officer unfolded it.

The paper was very new.

So new the creases were still stiff.

It read: Temporary Body Transfer Form from the Hall-affiliated Medical Center.

The receiving party line was blank.

The transfer agent’s signature line was blank.

The time was blank.

There was only a red stamp.

The officer looked up at Daniel.

“This is a blank form.”

Daniel’s shoulders, which had just relaxed, stiffened again.

“The staff may have been in a rush and forgot to fill it in.”

I looked at the blank form.

“Every step is missing.”

“Every step is waiting to be filled in later.”

I looked up at Ryan.

“It seems you aren’t arranging a funeral.”

“You are rushing a process.”

Ryan said nothing.

Lydia said in a trembling voice, “Officer, can we not send Sarah to the funeral home first?”

“She is already so pitiful…”

The officer cut her off.

“The body can be transferred.”

“But it must be done under police supervision, and the transfer paperwork must be

completed.”

“At the same time, records related to the hotel and the private ambulance will be sealed.”

“The Hall family isn’t allowed to handle this privately.”

Lydia’s face went white.

Ryan looked at the officer.

“You need to seal the hotel records too?”

The officer said, “The incident happened at the Hall Hotel.”

“Of course we do.”

Ryan had asked too quickly.

I looked at him.

“Why are you so afraid of procedure?”

Ryan looked at me coldly.

“Stop trying to throw dirt on me.”

I didn’t answer him.

Because Daniel’s phone rang again.

Since the coffin was opened, it had rung three times.

He glanced down and immediately hung up.

The officer looked at him.

“Your phone has rung several times. Is there something going on?”

Daniel stiffened.

“It’s just a work call.”

The officer looked at him. Perhaps he noticed that Daniel’s expression was unnatural,

because his eyes instantly turned alert.

“You don’t look like it’s that simple, Mr. Daniel. Answer the next call when it comes in.”

Sweat appeared on Daniel’s forehead again.

Soon, his phone rang again.

With the officers watching him, he had no choice but to answer.

The call was put on speaker.

A man’s low voice came from the other end.

“Daniel, we have been waiting at the estate’s rear gate for twenty minutes.”

“You said earlier that she had to leave tonight.”

“Now there is a police line. Are we still following the plan?”

The cemetery went silent.

Daniel’s face went white.

The officer’s voice sank.

“What plan?”

The man on the phone clearly froze.

Daniel still wanted to explain.

But before he could speak, a staff member hurried in.

He was from the cemetery management team.

When he saw the police, his face changed immediately.

“Mr. Hall.”

Ryan glanced at him coldly.

“Get out.”

The cemetery management worker stood there, unable to move or leave.

The officer looked at him.

“What is it?”

The man swallowed.

“It’s… Sarah’s luggage that was stored here last night.”

Mara suddenly raised her head.

Ryan’s expression also changed at that moment.

I looked at the cemetery management worker.

“What about the luggage?”

His voice grew lower and lower.

“It was supposed to be sent to the airport tonight.”

“But the driver was stopped by the police line in the underground garage. He is asking if he

should still deliver it.”

The cemetery went so quiet it felt like the air had been sucked out.

I slowly turned my head and looked at Ryan.

“The airport?”

“Isn’t Sarah dead?”

“Why is her luggage being sent to the airport?”