Chapter 352: Dr. Conna

"Dead?" Dr. Conna arched a brow, turned into the side lounge to wash her hands, and asked, "How did he die?" "Most likely that punk killed him," the man replied. "Have you confirmed his identity?" She crossed to the wine cabinet, took out a vintage bottle, and poured herself a glass. "Well?" "Basically confirmed. He's the one we've been looking for." The man nodded, then handed her a tablet. "This came from Number Forty-Two's death replay. It lines up with that kid." Dr. Conna glanced at the...