You Are The Apple of My Eyes

Chapter 195 Kristina was dead

At No. 4 West Forest Street.

When Nina arrived at the villa, it was seven o'clock in the morning.

Today, it was foggy outside. Nina seemed to find a way in the fog. She passed through the small garden and arriving at the door of the hall.

Tom was waiting for her there. He trotted to Nina and followed her inside. At the same time, he said, "Ms. Nina, when we just finished our work this morning, we happened to pass by here. We found that the light in the hall was always on, so we knocked on the door. Unexpectedly, when we pushed the door open, the aunt of the leader was dead, and the blood was dry. There were a will and two letters on the tea table. She died peacefully. I think she committed suicide. The time of her death is last night. I don't know the specific time. "

"Because...... The leader doesn't think she is committing suicide. He ordered me not to destroy the scene. "

Nina listened carefully to Tom's description, but her head was buzzing. She was in a mess and could not find anything useful information.

Faster, faster.

Nina quickened her pace. As soon as she stepped into the living room, she felt a chill all over her body. The temperature inside seemed to be lower than outside.

She smelled was the smell of blood in the air, mixed with the smell of burning wool carpet, which was a little heavy.

According to Tom's speculation, the time of death was last night, and the smell should have dissipated.

Therefore, Nina immediately saw that the whole hall was like a closed space. The curtains were closed, and the windows were closed. Except for the door that had just been opened, there was almost no fresh air flowing in it.

"Ms. Nina, leader is over there." Tom said in a low voice, afraid of disturbing the man kneeling on the ground like a walking corpse. His eyes flashed with tears. "It's the first time I have seen him so sad."

Nina turned to look towards sofa.

Kristina was still wearing the clothes of yesterday.

She leaned against the sofa with her eyes closed. Her face was pale and bloodless. One of her hands held the fruit knife on her belly, and the other hand hung on the edge of the sofa. The blood stained her belly and flowed to the ground along her legs and feet.

Aunt Kristina was dead......

With her eyes wide open, Nina trembled and sobbed in a low voice. She raised her hands to cover her mouth and nose, staring at Kristina motionlessly. Nina's tears rolled, wetting her fingertips, and the coldness went straight to the bottom of her heart.

Her aunt, who had been sitting next to her safe and sound yesterday, became a cold corpse today.

This was a big blow to Nina. She lost her balance and staggered back. Tom quickly supported her.

"Ms. Nina, don't let anything happen to you, or our leader will..." Tom wanted to say something, but stopped on a second thought. His eyes were red. "Our leader has been kneeling there for half an hour. I want Ms. Nina to come over and comfort him. In half an hour, he didn't say anything, nor did he shed any tears. He has been kneeling there all the time. I'm really afraid of something bad happening to my leader."

Nina looked at Noah.

The tall and thin shown a lonely back. He lowered his head slightly as if he was unwilling to accept the fact.

Noah knelt there, motionless, as if his limbs were locked by an iron chain.

The surrounding air seemed to have frozen, freezing all the nerves of Noah, and even his soul.

Noah knew that his aunt was dead. The news was like a magic spell, enveloping his mind and whole body. Pain and fear were like two devils running out of the abyss, suppressing him there. He didn't have any feeling even if his knees were sore and his legs were numb.

For a moment, all the memories related to his aunt in his mind turned into the last scene that his aunt waved goodbye to him.

Noah looked so desperate.

"Noah..." Nina called his name and found that her voice had become very light, as if she could not exert any strength.

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Aunt Kristina was dead.

"Ninja..." When Noah heard the call of Nina, he felt like he saw a light in the dark night. The moment he raised his eyes, his tears rolled down uncontrollably.

Noah's voice was hoarse, and sorrow and pain were like two handful of sand, blocking his throat. He could only make a very low hoarse sound, and could only see his lips moving.

"Ninja, Aunt Kristina is..."

"Noah, Aunt Kristina is dead." Nina knelt in front of him and put her hands on his arms. Her strong hands used to be weak. With a gentle touch, her body shook.

"She is dead..." Noah murmured. His eyes changed from disappointment to expectation, pain and loss, and finally became numb.

His bright eyes lost all colors.

Noah was no longer the mature and steady one, nor the sharp police, but the child who had lost his family.

Noah lost his aunt who loved him most in the world except his deceased mother.

Nina saw despair in Noah's eyes.

"Ninja, my Aunt Kristina is dead." All of a sudden, Noah held his face in his hands and cried in a low voice. Tears fell down through his fingers, like heavy rain sliding through the tile ditch on the eaves, and falling on the cold ground.

Nina and Tom were worried about Noah who was crying fiercely. Tom couldn't bear this scene. He turned around and looked away, tears rolling down silently.

Nina was only a twenty year old girl. No matter how strong she was, she couldn't resist the mournful atmosphere, which made her unable to breathe.

The smell of death haunted her nose, and her tears fell again.

Nina stared at the quiet face on the sofa. She was no longer blooming like flowers, but falling. This morning was as cold as night. The few rays of morning light outside could not penetrate the closed curtain, and the crystal light above her could not warm her heart.

Lying on the ground, Nina touched the pink pearl on her neck. When Aunt Kristina gave her the pearl, she said, "I'll give you a pearl as a souvenir, okay?"

Now, it really became the only memory.

After a while, Noah suddenly stopped crying. He stared at his aunt with his red and swollen eyes, and glanced at the short will and two letters on the table. His gloomy eyes suddenly had a trace of inquiry.

"Aunt Kristina didn't commit suicide. It's impossible for her to commit suicide." Noah turned around and shook Nina who was crying. He said earnestly and expectantly, "Ninja, Aunt Kristina couldn't commit suicide."

He pointed at the fruit knife on her and said affirmatively, "Aunt Kristina is afraid of pain the most. Wherever she got hurt, even a little wound, she could cry for a long time in front of me. She mumbled whether she would die of pain. Aunt Kristina is so afraid of pain, how could she kill herself with the fruit knife?"

Noah said excitedly. His big hands made Nina's shoulder painful, but this pain was not as painful as losing her aunt. She looked up at Noah. In Nina's eyes, Noah was not nonsense, but the perception of a criminal detective.

He was forcing himself to calm down.

"Ninja, Aunt Kristina couldn't commit suicide." Noah said in a hoarse voice, "Ninja, I must find the murderer."

"Ninja..." Noah kept calling the name of Nina. It seemed that only in this way could he be a little better and feel a little comforted.