Chapter 7 The Big-Eyed Boy (II)(13)
This was tantamount to a confession. It was Wilson who killed little Harry. She shoud know the truth.
Suddenly, the scene was quiet, and everyone else was silent except Wilson, who was still crying loudly. The crowd was shocked, too. They did not expect that the father would kill his son with his hands and watch his son drown slowly.
“Unexpectedly, our inferences were corroborated so quickly.” Louis patted me comfortably on my shoulder. “We are going to the funeral parlour for autopsy, will you go with us? Otherwise, there is no need for you to go, and since you’re an acquaintance, you have to avoid it by the rules.”
I didn’t seem to hear what Louis said at all. There was a blank in my mind. I didn’t want to see such a polt. For a moment, I was dizzy and confused.