Besides him, three others were involved in moving the coffin for burial.
Two of them were Louis's strong nephews, and the other was his younger brother.
"Was there anything unusual during the burial? Or rather, did you notice anything abnormal?"
Officer Lyne asked the four men.
"I don't think so."
One of Louis's nephews recalled the situation at the time.
"We were burying the coffin, and Father Norma, I mean the funeral officiant, was waiting by the hearse with his tall, strong son; everything seemed normal."
Officer Lyne nodded, taking off his rain-soaked Police hat.
"What's happening now isn't normal. Smallville hasn't encountered something like this in years—stealing a body, that's no ordinary crime."
As he spoke, he looked at Peter.
"Patrick, do you have anything to add?"
"No."
Peter shook his head, indicating that he didn't know more than the Police.
"Is that so?"
He stepped through the muddy ground, walking over to Peter.
"The Walmart shooting case from last time still isn't over, and now we have to deal with this again."
Peter looked at him with surprise, "It's been six years, is Officer Lyne still investigating?"
"Of course, no matter how long it takes, I will catch that killer."
He glanced at Peter, then turned around and put on his Police hat.
Peter stared at his back, his eyes narrowing.
Peter drove his black Toyota SUV, taking his cousin's family home.
His cousin, Louis, sat in the back seat, looking dazed, as if he hadn't recovered from the huge blow.
His wife, Vanessa, looked worried, gazing at her husband as if she wanted to say something but held back.
"I'm sorry this happened."
Peter comforted his cousin.
"I'm fine, Peter, thank you for driving us home."
Louis forced himself to cheer up and thanked Peter.
He asked Peter, "How is John?"
"He's fine. He was already asleep when I left."
"You're a good father, Peter. Mark isn't your biological son, but you've always taken care of him, and because of that, you've even delayed your own marriage."
Cousin Louis said with emotion.
Although he didn't interact much with this cousin, he had known for a long time that Peter had adopted a male infant with no blood relation.
"It's alright."
Peter replied casually.
He now possesses the ability to live forever. He'll probably still look like he's in his twenties when Mark hits his midlife crisis.
He could live for hundreds of years, why rush to throw himself into the grave of marriage?
After giving Louis a few perfunctory replies, Peter focused on driving.
Ten minutes later.
Peter dropped Louis and his wife off at their home.
In the living room, Louis poured him a cup of hot coffee.
Peter comforted him, "I believe the Police will catch the culprit very soon."
"I hope so."
Louis took a can of beer from the refrigerator.
He seemed to want to confide his pain to Peter, "It's all my fault. If I had watched over little Terry, maybe he wouldn't have run into the road..."
"Don't say anything more," Peter picked up his coffee, "It's all in the past, Louis."
Louis sighed, "Peter, you don't know what he was like when he was 6. He was obedient and well-behaved, and loved to pester me with his whimsical ideas."
Then, his slightly drunk cousin recounted a series of warm past events, telling them vividly, clearly, and touchingly.
After listening patiently for a while, Peter became a bit impatient.
Just as he was about to bid farewell to his cousin, he suddenly noticed drag marks on the lawn outside.
"Clang!"
The sound of a beer can falling to the ground echoed.
Peter turned around and saw that the beer can had dropped from Louis's hand to the floor, and Louis himself had passed out from drunkenness.
Pushing the door open, Peter walked out onto the lawn.
The light rain was still falling "pitter-patter," the grass on the lawn lay flattened in the same direction, and scattered specks of soil, emitting a Fishy smell, were spread across it.
Peter's superhuman senses easily identified this Fishy smell soil as coming from the cemetery he had visited earlier in the day.
Is the suspect who stole the body here?
Peter's gaze became more serious.
Taking a step, he followed the scent and re-entered the house.
His cousin, Louis, was still dead drunk.
Peter walked out of the living room, following the scent, and slowly went up to the second floor.
An increasingly strong odor entered his nostrils.
It smelled like freshly cut green grass, but also like the scent of a fruiting body.
All in all, what he smelled was the scent of decay and complete stagnation.
Although faint, and perhaps imperceptible to ordinary people, Peter's senses had long surpassed those of a normal person.
Second floor, master bathroom.
Behind the shower curtain, there was a black mass of Shadow, swaying slightly in the night.
"Whoosh!"
Peter pulled open the shower curtain.
There was no one behind the curtain, but a canvas.
The canvas was covered in a lot of mud.
The stench emanating from it was even stronger.
This is...
Staring at the canvas in front of him, Peter's brows furrowed slightly.
This seemed to be the canvas that had wrapped little Terry when he was buried.
He turned around.
"Boom!"
A clap of thunder pierced the darkness of the night, illuminating Peter's expressionless face.
That is to say, the one who secretly dug up the body was actually Louis himself.
He personally dug up his son's body?
No!
It couldn't be him!
The other party's pained and self-reproaching expression just now did not seem faked.
If it wasn't him, then it was his wife—Vanessa.
Why would she do this?
Peter's brow furrowed.
He walked out of the master bathroom, continuing to follow the faint scent forward.
The rain outside grew heavier, and Peter's footsteps echoed in the hallway.
At this moment, Louis's wife—Vanessa—was standing in a storage room at the end of the second floor.
She stood nervously behind the door, clutching a dagger in her hand, listening to Peter's footsteps gradually approaching.
On the floor behind her, clearly placed, was her son's body, which she had secretly dug up.
"Thump! Thump!"
Her heart pounded, listening to Peter's footsteps, as if awaiting the final judgment of fate.
To prevent Peter from discovering this secret, she could only kill him to silence him!
But she had never done such a thing, so the hand holding the dagger trembled slightly, and her heart pounded uncontrollably.
"Tap! Tap! Tap!"
The footsteps grew closer and closer, until they stopped in front of the door where she was.
"Thump! Thump!"
Facing each other, separated by a door, Vanessa's heartbeat vibrated in her eardrums.
"Click!"
The broken doorknob of the storage room was gently turned.
With a fierce look in her eyes, Vanessa raised the dagger.