8
At 3 AM in the R City Police Station, Detective Luke Drake was staring at his computer screen.
On the screen, I was being pushed into the operating room, with Ryan standing nearby, his gaze terrifyingly clear.
This surveillance footage should have been destroyed; Ryan had already arranged for someone to handle it.
But Luke was prepared. From my second rebirth, when I donated my heart to Leo, he had noticed something was off.
“The dead don’t come back to life, he muttered to himself, staring at my medical records, “unless…
2:49 PM
To investigate the truth, he had installed hidden cameras in several key operating rooms.
Now, he finally had the evidence he was waiting for.
“Captain Quinn, are you sure?” In the video, the doctor was asking.
Ryan nodded, his voice very soft: “She won’t die.”
But the last image captured by the surveillance camera was my body gradually growing cold.
No rebirth, no miracle. This time, I was truly dead.
At this moment, Luke looked at another file on his desk–reports of Bella’s years in the border rescue team.
The real reason for her return was far more complicated than it appeared on the surface.
Luke turned off the video and took out an old file folder.
Inside was a report about a certain special forces exercise.
The report showed that at the time, Bella was responsible for sniping, and Ryan was the spotter.
The mission was completed beautifully, but Bella had fainted during the process.
The medical examination report stated [Organ Function Abnormal].
On the last page was a yellowed photograph.
In the photo, Bella stood with another girl who had a bright smile.
But later, that girl died mysteriously.
Her heart had been removed when she died.
Luke’s finger traced the date on the back of the photo–exactly three years ago, the time I appeared before Ryan.
“He’s here,” his subordinate’s voice came through the earpiece, “Captain Quinn has gone to the basement.”
The surveillance feed switched, and Luke saw Ryan standing in a daze in front of the cryogenic chamber.
The chamber was empty.
“Has she woken up?” Ryan’s voice came through, filled with joy.
He turned to run out, his steps lighter than ever before.
He thought I had come back to life, just like the previous two times.
But my soul was standing right behind him, watching his joyful expression.
This man, even now, still thought I would come back.
Luke turned off the surveillance feed and made a phone call: “Keep Ms. Hart’s remains secure. Don’t let anyone find out.”
Ryan began to search for me frantically.
He went to our home, the coffee shops I frequented, even every corner of the hospital.
He thought I was hiding from him, waiting for him to apologize.
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