NOVPUBChapter 901: 437 Undercurrent_2 Chapter 901: 437 Undercurrent_2 A spark of life gleamed in the woman’s eyes, but her body was worn out, lying on a wooden bed, gasping for breath.
Soon afterwards, Peter Aria arrived with the emergency medical team.
Upon seeing the emaciated woman, his pupils suddenly contracted.
“Gabriella Linggo.”
Despite the woman looking neither human nor ghost, Dr.
Aria recognized her at a glance from the shape of her brows, eyes, and facial contours.
He quickly stepped forward to check on the woman’s current state, his brows furrowing deeply.
“Multi-organ failure along with abdominal ascites, we need to save her immediately.
...
Get her on the stretcher, quickly…”
Dr.
Aria left as hurriedly as he had arrived, surrounded by his team.
As Madon Linggo was about to leave, he reached the door and instinctively turned to scan the room again.
It was a tiny place.
Holes had been picked through the wallpaper at the head of the bed and were stuffed with ragged cloth.
Madon Linggo thought for a moment, then turned and went back inside.
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When Madon Linggo emerged again, the director was wearing a wary smile: “Officer, is there anything else you need my assistance with?”
Madon Linggo glanced at him dismissively.
For some reason, this made the director’s heart jump.
“Indeed there is.
Director, you need to accompany me to the Police Department.”
The director’s face fell instantly, “Off-officer…
Is this really necessary?
I …
I haven’t done anything wrong!”
“Drug abuse?
Unlawful imprisonment?”
Accompanying Madon Linggo’s voice, the director’s face grew paler, his body swayed, and he almost fell over.
Expressionless, Madon Linggo strode away, ordering, “Take him.”
Police officers moved toward the director, handcuffs clicking on his wrists as he cried out in protest towards Madon Linggo’s retreating figure.
It was to no avail – the police escorted him away, one on either side.
The mental hospital was subsequently sealed off.
“Inspector Linggo, Gabriella Linggo’s household registration was cancelled thirteen years ago due to her reported death.
She had a twin sister, Lidya Linggo, who died in a huge fire thirteen years ago.
The entire family of five perished in that inferno.
At the time, the local police concluded it as an accident.
Now, however, the fire seems suspicious.” 𝑛𝘰𝘷𝑝𝘶𝑏.𝑐𝘰𝘮
Back then, when the entire family died, nobody questioned the source of the fire.
The police had haphazardly closed the case, and the archived files were sloppily archived—full of loopholes upon investigation.
The suspects were overly confident that after so many years, no one would investigate again.
Madon Linggo squinted his eyes: “Continue probing.
We could start questioning the neighbors from that time.
It was raining that night, how could a fire break out?”
Connie, on the other side of the phone, was taken aback: “Inspector Linggo, you’ve already seen the case file.”
This indeed was the biggest loophole in the case file.
It had rained heavily in the early hours of that day.
Influenced by the greenhouse effects, winter that year came unbelievably early, and there was even a rare snowfall in the South Region.
Residents were hiding under their covers early, lulled to sleep by the rain, and had no idea when it stopped.
When the neighbors woke up the next morning, they discovered that the house next door had been devoured by a huge fire, leaving nothing but ruined walls behind.
The neighbor was the first one to call the police, who hurried over and swiftly determined it an accidental fire.
Five lives vanished just like that, quietly and without a trace.
Connie ended the call and began to investigate Lidya Linggo’s neighbors from back then.
Though years had passed and circumstances had changed, in the era of big data and with access to police department systems, finding a person is fairly easy.
Meanwhile, Madon Linggo rushed to the hospital; Gabriella Linggo was still in emergency treatment.
After waiting half an hour, Dr.
Aria came out of the emergency room.
Madon Linggo met him immediately: “How is she?”
Gabriella Linggo was currently the only clue they had.
Dr.
Aria, still wearing his mask and surgical hat, and revealing only his eyes, appeared deeply concerned.
“She was brought in too late.
All her organs have completely failed.
It’s a miracle she’s made it this far, and now it all depends on how strong her will to live is.”
This was the only hope Dr.
Aria could hold on to.
He hoped more than anyone that Gabriella Linggo would live.
But as a doctor, he knew how hard it was for her to hang on, and perhaps death would be her only relief.
Dr.
Aria suddenly thought of someone and hurriedly pulled out his phone to make a call.
Twenty minutes later, a middle-aged woman raced in, so hurried that she had even put her coat on inside out without noticing.
Madon Linggo’s gaze fixed on the woman’s face.
“Dr.
Aria, where’s my sister?” Lidya Linggo was so anxious she burst into tears.
