When I was dying of torture, Dad was choosing a gift with the sponsored girl.

　　The kidnapper gave me a chance to ask the nearest person for help.

　　But Dad didn't give me a chance at all. "Get lost! Don't disturb me!"

　　Later, the CID investigated a murder.

　　The corpse was skinned and deboned.

　　My father went to the scene and sighed when he saw the gruesome state of the dead.

　　He cursed the murderer for being inhuman but he didn't recognize me.

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　　My body was hung in the warehouse.

　　When I was found after a long time, my body began to rot.

　　The CID sent the most experienced criminal policemen to investigate the murder that had caused a sensation in the city.

　　My dad was one of them.

　　He was an experienced criminal police officer. When he received the order, he was at the sponsored girl’s banquet.

　　Soon, he arrived and inspected the scene seriously.

　　Frowning, he sighed. "The murderer was too cruel. I'm afraid the victim had suffered a lot before the death."

　　The young policeman followed behind him, carefully avoiding damaging the crime scene.

　　Seeing my body, he couldn't help retching.

　　The body needed to be dissected, so I was carefully moved to the forensic room.

　　My dad had a good relationship with Dr. Lewis, so he followed him to have a look.

　　Dr. Lewis identified the deceased as a young woman who died seven days ago.

　　My dad was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but feel sorry for her. "Such a young girl. So pitiful."

　　I floated in the air and swayed.

　　Following behind him, I saw the evidence handed in by the others.

　　There was a piece of rag on my clothes. It was from my favorite shirt, which I had worn many times.

　　My dad might find it a little familiar, so he picked it up and looked at it for a while.

　　Confusion flashed across his eyes but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

　　I wasn't sad. After all, I couldn't expect him to remember me from a piece of burnt rag.

　　But I couldn’t forget the pain when the murderer was holding a hot stick and pressed it against my back.

　　Even my soul was trembling.

　　The autopsy report came out quickly.

　　In addition to the age and time of death, it could only be confirmed that the deceased had lost too much blood in severe pain.

　　"The deceased was a young woman between 25 and 27. Before she died, she was abused and stabbed with a dagger. She died of excessive blood loss. The murderer took extreme measures to deal with the body. Some of the deceased's organizations have not been found yet, and only a part of the fragments were found at the crime scene."

　　"I'm not sure who she is. We need to do a DNA match."

　　After listening to Dr. Lewis's report, my father threw the pen on the table and cursed the murderer for being inhuman and cruel. This incident was extremely nasty.

　　He proposed to conduct a missing person search pending the results of the DNA match in order to pinpoint the target.

　　No one objected to the specific process.

　　My dad took the lead and distributed the documents to the others.

　　All of a sudden, he received a call from Auntie Barkley.

　　Auntie Barkley was a good friend of my parents for many years and was always been nice to me.

　　She couldn't get in touch with me, so she could only ask my father. "David, has Joyce contacted you recently?"

　　When he heard my name, his face darkened and he said fiercely, "No. Who knows where she goes to fool around!"

　　Auntie Barkley sighed, "I haven't been able to contact her for a few days. Is she all right?"

　　"She'll only cause trouble every day. It's best if she dies outside!"

　　Auntie Barkley knew that we had a bad relationship all these years. She hesitated for a while and said, "No matter what, Joyce is also a victim."

　　"For so many years, because of her mother, she cried many times and has always hated herself."

　　"She only has you. Even if you don't care about her, don’t you care about her mother? How could her mother be willing to see her sad for so many years?"

　　Hearing that, my dad gritted his teeth and said, "Does she care about me?"

　　"Alice was persuading me to forgive her when Alice had the car accident."

　　"But she didn't show up when Alice was hospitalized for two days!"

　　"Alice missed her so much and wanted to buy her a gift when she was discharged from the hospital to buy a gift for her teachers. But she is heartless. I don't want her to be my daughter!"

　　"I don't care where she is. She has nothing to do with me anymore! From now on, I will only have one daughter that is Alice!"

　　I closed my eyes.

　　I wanted to tell him that I was dead on the day you accompanied Alice to buy gifts.

　　Therefore, as you wish, only Alice would be your daughter in the future.

　　My dad went to see Alice even though he was busy until late at night.

　　With a band-aid on her face, Alice was reading on the sofa.

　　She limped over and said, "Daddy David, you're here!"

　　Her face was pale and with dark shadows under her eyes, she looked pathetic.

　　My dad gently touched her head and said, "Why don't you rest? You must be very tired today."

　　She nodded, took my father's hand, and said excitedly, "Dad David, it's the best gift you've bought with me. My teacher likes it very much!"

　　"That's good!" My dad smiled and helped her back to the sofa.

　　He carefully asked her about the details of the banquet, from the people to the dishes she ate and the juice she drank.

　　I had never seen him like this before and was a little sad.

　　Alice suddenly changed the topic and asked, "Where's Joyce?"

　　"I called her today, but no one answered."

　　She frowned slightly and looked particularly sincere.

　　Such a bitch made me feel scared even if I became a soul.

　　She called me to the warehouse in the suburbs. She tilted her head and said, "Joyce is very strong, so you must be ruthless!"

　　She suggested they torture me for a while longer and said it would be boring if they dealt with it too quickly.

　　The more my dad doted on her, the more he hated me. "Let's not talk about her. She's annoying!"

　　I floated to the side and noticed the fierceness in Alice's eyes.

　　She was not simple at all but was cruel and heartless.

　　I should have confirmed it when my mother passed away.

　　That year, I was a freshman in college.

　　My dad was very busy with work and often went on missions.

　　My mom was a university teacher and had a lot of free time. She was planning to celebrate my getting into college.

　　But my dad called and said that Alice was ill. There was no need to celebrate being admitted to college. He asked my mom to take care of Alice first.

　　I didn't want to. Alice was a girl sponsored by my parents, not their biological daughter.

　　There were doctors in the orphanage where Alice lived.

　　My mom comforted me. She told me to go home first and she would be back as soon as possible. We could celebrate later.

　　I waited at home for the whole night but neither of them came back.

　　Later, I found out that Alice caught a cold. She wouldn't let go of my mom and my dad accompanied her after work.

　　I was unhappy and threw the gift that my mother had prepared to the ground. "You promised me that you would celebrate for me! But you didn't keep your word."

　　My dad slapped me angrily. "Isn't it more important to take care of Alice than to eat with you?"

　　"You're 18 years old but you are not mature at all."

　　At that time, I felt unprecedentedly wronged.

　　I glared at him and ran out with my face covered.

　　My mom called my name from behind and wanted to catch up.

　　I deliberately stayed at the gate of the community for a long time, but no one came to find me.

　　"You don't want me! Then I'll go!" I left home alone without bringing anything with me.

　　Fortunately, my friend treated the hungry me to a barbecue.

　　I complained for a long time. "My dad doesn't love me, and my mom doesn't love me either."

　　"I wish I weren’t their daughter!"

　　After I said a few harsh words, I saw my mother standing behind me. It was rare for her to look so embarrassed. "Joyce! At least tell me where you are!"

　　"I have been looking for you for a long time."

　　My eyes welled up with tears when I saw the dirt on her white leather shoes and the stains on the hemline of her skirt.

　　I threw myself into her arms and burst into tears. "I thought you didn't want me anymore!"

　　"I've waited at the door for a long time!"

　　I cried pitifully, and my mother looked apologetic. "I'm sorry. I'm late!"

　　"I won't make you sad in the future!"

　　"You are my sweetheart! You will be happy and carefree for the rest of your life!"

　　"I will celebrate your birthday and celebrate all the important events in your life."

　　But she soon broke her promise.

　　A car rushed towards us, and a few people with fierce eyes rushed over to take us to the car.

　　When I opened my eyes again, I was told that my mom was gone.

　　I didn't understand. "Where is she? Where's my mom?"

　　They looked at me and shook their heads. "I’m sorry!"

　　My dad came over and slapped me to the ground. "You bastard!"

　　"How many times have I told you not to wander around at night, but you insisted on going out?"

　　"If it weren't for you, how could your mother have died!"

　　There was a roar in my ears.

　　I looked at him blankly and murmured, "Mom..."

　　The next moment, tears streamed down my face.

　　I sat on the ground and cried, "Impossible! Mom said that she would stay with me forever!"

　　No one had a chance to regret anything.

　　I had never seen my mother again.

　　Every year on the anniversary of my mom’s death, my dad would rather bring Alice than me. He scolded me for being the culprit.

　　I opened my mouth and looked at Alice, who had a smug look on her face, and was sad and frightened.

　　My dad looked at Alice with satisfaction. "You're the most sensible."

　　"Be my daughter. When you graduate and get a good job, I'll buy you a house!"

　　"As for Joyce, I'll take her as dead!"

　　Even now, he would grit his teeth when he mentioned me.

　　I forced a smile and was happy for my dad because I was really dead!

　　I died because of his adopted daughter, the orphan my family sponsored, Alice.

　　On the day of my accident, Alice sent me a message, telling me that she wanted to give me a piece of belongings of my mom. She asked me to meet her in an old warehouse in the suburbs.

　　Without thinking, I took a taxi there and found that the message was not sent by Alice at all.

　　She sat on the chair and pretended to be innocent as she pointed at the strong man next to her. "Sister, I'm sorry. He insisted on me sending you a message."

　　I felt that something was wrong before I came here and was not prepared because I didn’t suspect Alice and wanted to get my mother's belongings.

　　The strong man kicked me to the ground and took my phone away.

　　I lay on the ground, clutching my lower abdomen. His kick landed on my stomach, causing me to break out in a cold sweat.

　　Alice looked at me expressionlessly.

　　"Tell me, how should I torture her?"

　　The strong man found Alice's expression very interesting, so he played with the dagger and asked her.

　　Alice thought seriously for a moment. "What do you want to do? Torture?"

　　"Then you must be ruthless!"

　　"You have to destroy her face so that the police can’t confirm her identity."

　　"If you don't think it's cruel enough, you can deal with it later. I just don't know if you know how to!"

　　The strong man was shocked by her idea. After a while, he suddenly clapped his hands and said, "Wonderful! You're so cruel!"

　　When they asked her to leave, she suddenly turned around and said, "You have to make her lose her ability to move first. Her father is a policeman, and she has been trained!"

　　The man nodded and injured my ankles.

　　When I screamed, they laughed happily.

　　I ate leftovers in the warehouse and was kicked and beaten on the ground. Sometimes, they would torture me in various ways.

　　On the third day, they finally figured out how to destroy my face completely and beautifully.

　　"Tsk tsk! You got injured too early. Some parts of you don't look good!" The burly man felt a little regretful.

　　Just as he was about to do it, he suddenly thought of an idea. "Hey, I heard that your father is a policeman. Do you want to ask for help?"

　　"If your father comes faster than my knife, you will be safe and I’ll spare your life."

　　"If he can't... Then you deserve it!"

　　I knew that I couldn't be saved, but I still picked up my phone with hope.

　　It would be nice to say goodbye to Dad.

　　But my dad hung up.

　　The second ring took a long time before it was answered. "Get lost! Don't disturb me!"

　　With that, he hung up again.

　　I stared blankly at my phone and laughed foolishly.

　　The strong man squatted in front of me and said, "Oh, I heard that your sister is going to attend the banquet. Your father is accompanying her to buy gifts."

　　"I've given you a chance. Don't blame me!"

　　"Blame your father for not loving you!"

　　As he spoke, he slashed down.

　　It took a long time for my blood to run out, and it seemed like I had been in agony for a century.

　　My soul felt numb before I stopped breathing.

　　The next day, my dad returned to his office.

　　His colleague asked him if he was going to pay his respects to his deceased wife tonight.

　　My dad looked at the phone for a while before he came to his senses and nodded.

　　I didn't know if he was thinking of me because I would send him a message every year asking him to take me with him.

　　He didn’t receive my message this year.

　　Auntie Barkley rushed in with flowers and questioned my father, "David! Can't you get in touch with Joyce?"

　　My dad's face darkened and he didn't say anything.

　　Auntieit Barkley and my parents had been good friends for many years, so she naturally knew our relationship. She said helplessly, "Joyce used to prepare flowers in advance to see Yvonne. I couldn't get in touch with her this time. I'm really worried!"

　　"Did something happen to her? Can you check it out!"

　　"She's an adult. I won't waste the police force for her!" My father's voice was cold, which made Auntieit Barkley speechless.