Chapter 2

In the dim footage, it was inside this very vehicle.

I looked like a demon, pulling out that heart and placing it in the box.

"I secretly filmed this to report her."

The toll collector's face went deathly pale, her lips trembling.

"It's fake. This video is AI-generated."

"If you're a doctor, why didn't you come out in an ambulance?"

The toll collector seemed to think of something key, asking me hoarsely.

"When we left the hospital, it was an ambulance. He was the driver. But midway the tire blew out, so we temporarily switched vehicles."

"If you don't believe me, you can call the donation center to ask."

I dialed the donation center's number.

"Hello! May I ask if a patient donated a heart today?"

After receiving an affirmative answer, I breathed a sigh of relief.

This phone number clearly showed the donation center's name. Bob couldn't claim I was faking it.

"Which hospital received it?"

Bob raised his voice to ask.

"City Second People's Hospital. It was delivered early this morning."

After the brief female voice fell silent, the toll collector compared my ID.

"You're lying. This is a fake ID."

I quickly explained. "Because the paperwork is being processed, the donation center doesn't know the heart was temporarily reassigned to First People's Hospital."

I suddenly remembered the box had a serial number.

"Ask them the serial number on the box."

One digit at a time was read out.

When the last digit was read, the toll collector looked at that blurry number.

"The last digit isn't clear. Is this an 8?"

"No, this box didn't come from us."

After the cold female voice disappeared, I saw the triumphant smile on Bob's face.

When I was receiving the box, I was signing the transfer form.

The box was in his hands. He probably tampered with it then.

"See? That heart was delivered to Second People's Hospital. This box is fake. She's a murderer."

The toll collector's expression grew worse.

"Officer, where are you now? A heart was found in the vehicle. The vehicle is suspected to be a murder scene."

"The person is detained. Please come investigate quickly."

Twenty minutes remained. After twenty minutes passed...

That heart capable of saving a life would stop beating.

My brain raced, thinking of solutions.

At that moment, the phone rang.

Seeing the notification "Department Director," my heart leaped with excitement.

Now, there was hope.