Eleanor sneered and loosened her fingers, took her hand off his sleeve, curled her lips, and stretched out the ending tone: "Don't look at me like that, I'm just asking casually, if you don't want to tell me, forget it."
Moody looked very unhappy: "It has nothing to do with you."
"OK." Eleanor raised her hands, made a gesture of surrender, and answered him perfunctorily: "You are heartbroken, your boss."
Moody's expression twisted for a second. He took a deep breath, looked at her deeply, and lowered his voice with a serious tone: "She is your biological sister! When she passed away, I don't expect you to be as sad as your parents, at least not as sad as you are now."
The green-haired girl suppressed her previous indifference and raised her eyes to make eye contact with him. There was no longer the previous playful tolerance, but a hint of mockery.
"You forgot what I told you that day."
"… "
"If you have nothing to do, go find something to do. Don't come and teach me how to behave. I don't need you to teach me."
Moody walked away.
Eleanor pretended not to see it, took out her cell phone, opened her mailbox on the black web, and sent an email to the mailbox she had been following. Then she looked up and saw Mrs. Hill and Ireneson still snuggling together. She waited patiently for a few minutes until Irene Wo called, and then she walked over to answer the phone.
"Well, there was a fire, and we didn't see the body... but Moody came and said it was definitely my sister's body, and she was definitely dead."
"The fire department is putting out the fire now. After the fire is out, I plan to ask them to find the remains and do a DNA test on my parents."
"Well, don't worry, I will confirm the identity of the deceased and tell you the result as soon as possible."
Eleanor dismissed her aunt with a few words, then took out her mailbox and took a look. Seeing the extra red dot, she raised her eyebrows and clicked it.
Then I saw that the email I had just sent had received a response.
[knew.]
Just three words.
That's it. Eleanor flipped through the email several times before she was sure that the person had only replied to her with three words, so she had to put the phone back in her pocket.
The fire was put out just at this moment.
The firefighters came out covered in dust.
"Who among you is a family member?"
Eleanor rushed over before Mrs. Hill and directly asked the NYPD: "We need to do an appraisal. Please arrange it for us as soon as possible."
"Ah?" The NYPD people hadn't reacted yet and subconsciously looked in the direction of Mrs. Hill. The main reason was that Eleanor was too young. Under normal circumstances, it should be the elders who should speak, not her.
Mrs. Hill's face was indeed unhappy, and Elinson was also very displeased with her cold attitude. They both looked at Eleanor.
Eleanor faced their condemning and unhappy gazes and said calmly, "My aunt just called and asked us to confirm the identity of the deceased as soon as possible."
Mrs. Hill pinched her palms, her eyes spitting fire.
But when Elinson heard that it was Elinwo's request, she was stunned for a moment, then she calmed down and said to her, "I know."
Then he turned around and went to persuade his wife.
Eleanor turned back and said to the firefighter, "Take me to see where the fire started."
She left and could still hear Mrs. Hill's hysterical curses coming from behind -
"The aunt and nephew don't care about my daughter's death at all. They just want to clean up the mess quickly. And her, look at her, she looks like her sister has died. If you don't know, you would think it's her enemy who died! Why, why is it not her who died, but my Lina."
Eleanor behind me had walked away and she could no longer hear clearly, nor did she want to listen any more.
She strode away, pretending not to recognize the two people behind her.