Then he answered Old Master Blackās question, "Seventeen corpses were dug out of that garden, with varying degrees of decomposition. After conducting autopsies on some valuable remains, the forensic doctor discovered that many victims suffered severe injuries before their deaths. The corpses clearly showed signs of fractures and other such phenomena. These criminals really have ruthless methods, treating human life as if it were nothing."
"Seventeen corpses, fourteen victims have been identified from missing persons cases, but the identities of the remaining three are still unclear." Brooke Black rubbed her forehead, "Seventeen victims, all female, all under thirty years old."
Brooke Black shuddered at the thought. If Jane Sampson hadnāt been lucky enough to meet James Black, given time, Jane Sampson would undoubtedly have become the eighteenth victim in that garden.
Itās terrifyingāa garden burying seventeen girlsā lives.
"By the way, Dad, how is James Blackās mission progressing? Is it going smoothly?" Brooke Black asked. "These people are extremely ruthless. James Black has to be extremely careful this time."
No matter how capable Brooke Black is, she cannot probe into James Blackās progress, but Old Master Black can.
"Ever since Jane returned, I havenāt received any new messages." Old Master Black calculated the time, stood up, "Iāll make a call and inquire."
"Alright, Iāll arrange the drama to be performed by the Black Family tomorrow." Brooke Black stood up and called out to Jane Sampson, who had just come downstairs, "Is Bright Sampton still not awake?"
Jane Sampson had just come out of Bright Samptonās room and shook her head with a helpless smile at Brooke Black, "Itās good for him to sleep a while longer, so his eyes wonāt feel uncomfortable when he wakes up."
"I suspect Peter Gingery has a personal vendetta and thatās why he was so heavy-handed." Brooke Black laughed, "Have a good rest tonight. Tomorrow, your assistant and Sister Tin will be coming to the Black Residence; you can meet them."
"Thatās wonderful!" Jane Sampson exclaimed joyfully, "These days, theyāve been working so hard."
"Tomorrow, there will be a memorial service at the Black Residence for you. It wonāt be a large gatheringāonly your close friends and some people the Black Family has to invite will come. Tomorrow, Iāll find an excuse to keep your friends; you can wait in my room. When the time is convenient, Iāll call you down."
At tomorrowās memorial service, those who come may want to take a look in Jane Sampsonās room, especially her good friends.
Hence, tomorrow Jane Sampson will need to hide in Brooke Blackās room. Brooke Blackās room is not a place people enter easily, considering that those attending the memorial service at the Black Residence are all people of status and quality.
"Tomorrow, youāre not actually going to place a dead body in the house, are you?" Peter Gingery asked, a little worried, as he emerged from the restroom.
"Even if you agreed, we wouldnāt." Brooke Black laughed, "Weāll use a simulation human dressed in Jane Sampsonās clothes and shoes. The face will be covered with opaque cloth, and the coffin is made of frosted glass, only allowing a vague outline of a personās silhouette to be seen. If anyone asks why the face is covered with cloth, just say the face was slashed with many wounds, and we donāt want to scare anyone."
"No problem." As long as theyāre not actually placing a dead body in the house, Peter Gingery would agree to anything.
Itās not that heās timid, but facing a completely unfamiliar corpse, especially in oneās own home, would make anyone uncomfortable.