"Holy crap!" Jessie's ear was close to the phone. Hearing this, she immediately went to Violet's computer to search.
Violet also walked over, stood behind Jessie and asked, "So how is Phoebe now?"
"I don't know. I didn't check it, but judging from the faces of the police officers and medical staff, it doesn't seem very good. It may have been..."
The detective didn't say anything after that.
But everyone knew his meaning.
Violet clenched her fists.
Phoebe's room was on the twelfth floor. With an average height of three meters per floor, the twelfth floor was thirty-six meters.
If Phoebe jumped out from such a height, she would definitely die!
"Here!" At this moment, Jessie searched out the news that Phoebe jumped off the building.
Violet immediately looked at the computer screen. There was a video on the screen. The video was shaking and blurred. It should have been taken by a passerby with a mobile phone.
In the video, a woman wearing mental hospital gown with a disheveled hair and blurred face was sitting with her back facing outside on the window on the twelfth floor. Then the next second, the woman suddenly fell backwards and fell out of the window, falling at a very fast speed.
After a few seconds, the woman smashed to the ground. Her body shook violently twice, and then there was no more movement, only the bright red liquid flowed out from under the woman.
This scene scared Jessie into screams. She immediately covered her eyes and dared not look at it again.
Violet was also very frightened. Her face turned pale, and she tremblingly turned off the computer.
"Violet...Is that really Phoebe?" Jessie put her hand down off her eyes and asked with a trembling voice.
Violet recalled the scene of the woman jumping off the building. Then she replied, "I don't know. I can't see her face, but her figure is very similar to Phoebe, and the window is indeed the window of Phoebe's room."
"So it is really Phoebe? She actually jumped off the building!" Jessie swallowed, sighing in disbelief.
Violet couldn't believe it, but the facts were right before her eyes. She had to believe it even if she didn't believe it.
Later, she remembered that the phone hadn't been hung up. Then she put the phone back to her ear, and took a few deep breaths before she managed to stabilize her emotions, "Hey, how is the situation at the scene?"
"Wait a moment. I'll come closer and take a look."
With that, the detective walked forward.
After he walked out ten meters, a car stopped in front of him.
The detective saw a man in a white coat getting out of it and walking quickly towards the scene.
Looking at the white coat in that man, the detective stopped immediately, knowing that there was no need to go there anymore.
"Miss Hunt, Phoebe is dead, and the forensic doctors just came." The detective put the phone to his ear.
Violet moved her lips. It took a long time before she spoke, "I see."
After hanging up the phone, Violet put down the phone and sat weakly in the chair.
Jessie looked at her, "Really dead?"
"The forensic doctors just came." Violet nodded.
Although forensic doctors were also doctors, they didn’t save people, but did autopsy.
Only the corpse could the forensic doctor be dispatched.
Jessie was also silent. After a long time, she spoke again, "Why did she die? Although I hate Phoebe, I never thought of letting her die."
Violet was the same.
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