"Hmm, suicide?" Nick lowered his head, his gaze meeting Dahlia's as she looked up. At home, the girl wore only a camisole with nothing underneath, and the view at that moment was quite spectacular.
Yet a certain someone had no romantic thoughts whatsoever just then. All he felt was a chill in his heart.
He had never wanted to get involved in any female ghost case, preferring to leave professional matters to the professionals. He had never expected Dahlia to uncover the entire story so easily with just a casual search online.
Nick shook the sheet of A4 paper in his hand and read on. "An hour before the incident, Constance called 911 and reported that her two children had been in the bathtub, and she'd only stepped away for a moment.
But when she came back, both children had stopped breathing."
The printer continued whirring and creaking. Nick picked up the second sheet of A4 paper, which contained a follow-up report about the autopsy findings: the two children had been forcibly drowned, and Constance's death had been confirmed as suicide.
It also recorded a reporter's interview with the deceased's husband, Joseph Welch. The grief-stricken husband insisted it had been an accident, that his wife had only done such a thing because she couldn't bear the pain of suddenly losing both children, and so on.
"Sylvia Bridge is that old iron bridge, right?" Dahlia sounded rather proud.
Nick struggled to keep his expression under control. "Yes, I think you've found where the vengeful spirit came from. The timing and cause both fit. If ghosts really exist in this world, this should be the incident that created it."
In both Catholicism and Protestantism, suicide was a grave sin, the kind that barred you from heaven. If you hadn't gone to hell