When I was murdered and dismembered, my husband just bought a bracelet for his first love.

My last call to him for help was ended by him yelling and then hanging up.

"I already said I'd go home tonight, why are you rushing me? Can't you live until tonight?"

But I didn't.

And he didn't come home as promised.

Three days later, the police station received several lunch-boxes filled with body parts washed by rainstorm.

He could tell at a glance that the murderer was vindictive and had a contempt for the authority of the police.

As the best coroner in the city, he pieced together all the body parts in three days.

But he didn't realize that the victim was his most hated wife.

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After I was killed by the murderer, my body was put into different lunch-boxes.

And in the rainstorm three days later, the murderer pushed a trolley filled with lunch-boxes directly into the police station.

The first person to open the lunch-box was an intern cop, who vomited all over the floor.

Then screams followed one after another.

The news was blocked immediately and the lunch-boxes were collected again within ten minutes.

Detective Daniel Wilson contacted my husband Henry immediately.

Henry was the most gifted and courageous coroner in the police system.

It was said that he could make corpses speak.

He participated in countless criminal cases.

He arrived five minutes later. After the irrelevant personnel evacuated, he opened all the lunch-boxes containing body parts. The stinking smell quickly rushed into his nose.

He quickly exchanged a glance with Daniel.

Daniel immediately spoke, "I checked the surveillance camera at the gate right away, but the rainstorm caused the line failure, which happened to be broken these days..."

The only direct and favorable evidence had been missed.

All the people present looked gloomy.

The murderer even knew that the surveillance camera at the gate of the police station was damaged. The murderer was obviously very familiar with this place.

Looking at the broken pieces of the corpse on the trolley, which had been washed white by the rain.

Several older detectives couldn't help but retch.

But they still suppressed the nausea in their stomachs and consciously formed a line of defense.

In order not to destroy the subtle clues on the body parts, they stopped moving.

Henry ultimately decided to do the autopsy directly on site.

My soul floated beside him, my eyes fell on the corpse, and the tearing pain surrounded me again.

"Henry, can you let me speak this time?" I wondered.

In order to allow him to do the autopsy in peace, Daniel moved all the other things in the hall outside.

For three consecutive days, Daniel accompanied him and helped him.

They were the most tacit partners in solving cases.

Henry hardly ate anything for three days and only relied on sugar water to stay energetic.

The corpse finally took on a human appearance.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead with a sigh of relief.

But when his eyes fell on the corpse's right hand, and he suddenly frowned.

There was a finger missing.

Daniel's eyes were filled with anxiety. Seeing that Henry remained silent, he asked directly, "How is it? Any clues? I've searched all the related stuff in the past three days, but there's nothing I can use. Damn it!"

Henry picked up the sugar water on the table, took a gulp and said, "I can only tell that the victim was a young female. There were so many wounds on her body that I cannot tell which one was the fatal one.

"Also, before death, the body was skinned, which made it easier to break the body into smaller pieces. The body was probably bled intentionally and then washed by rain, so there was very little blood left on the body parts. This is also a big challenge for DNA testing."

Hearing this, several old detectives around wanted to weep.

Daniel couldn't help but slam his hands on the table and said angrily, "Damn bastard!"

But then Henry added one last sentence, "If I'm not mistaken, the victim must have been pregnant not for long. Her pelvis has already shown signs of expansion, but now it has been crushed by gravity, so I can't tell the specific time of her pregnancy."

After he said that, the hall fell silent for a moment.

Several detectives clenched their fists with anger in their eyes.

"What kind of hatred could lead to such a cruel act? Whoever did this is not a human being!

"The murderer must have put a lot of effort in chopping the body into pieces. Throwing the body parts to us was probably just a provocation..."

Daniel frowned, his eagle eyes almost popping out.

The atmosphere in the hall was solemn.

Henry's right hand was shaking violently as he wrote the report. After a moment, he slammed the pen heavily on the table.

Daniel also looked up at the same time.

They looked at each other.

"Only they could do such a vicious thing."

Everyone's breathing became heavy.

A huge criminal gang.

For a decade, the border was in chaos and countless families were destroyed because of them.

No one who got trapped in could come out intact.

For this purpose, the bureau had specially gathered criminal investigation experts from all over the country and formed a special task force.

With years of hard work.

But that gang had clearly been captured a month ago.

The cloud of suspicion looming over everyone's mind grew heavier.

At this time, several young police officers who were at the door came in with deliveries.

After the autopsy results came out, the defense line was removed.

A guy walked up to Henry with a package with his name on it.

"Mr. Xander, your delivery."

Daniel looked over warily and saw my name written as the sender on the box.

He breathed a sigh of relief and patted Henry on the shoulder.

"Yvette is thoughtful. You haven't been home for three days, right?"

Henry obviously also saw my name on the package.

His already gloomy face was instantly becoming angry.

"So annoying! Don't I know to go home? Sending me package after I blocked her number. Is she going to write a letter next time?"

It was the first time they saw him mad, and the young men who were delivering the packages stepped back and didn't dare to move.

"Next time you see this name, just throw it away and don't tell me!"

Henry threw the box hard into the trash can.

But Daniel reached out and intercepted it in mid-air.

Henry's phone rang at this moment.

The moment he picked up the phone and saw the caller ID, his expression softened.

"What's wrong, Xena? Is there something wrong?"

Henry rubbed his tired eyes and his face just blocked the name on the screen.

But I still guessed it.

Xena Simpson.

His first love.

Who was also the hostage he rescued in the major case a month ago.

Maybe he was the only one who thought so.

The impatience and irritability in his tone instantly disappeared, as if he had suddenly become a different person. And there was a tenderness in his eyes that I had never seen before.

"Did you see her send a package? Yeah, I received it. Okay, I'll open it now."

Henry continued to remind her to eat and sleep on time.

Saying that she had just healed from her wound and was still weak.

After hanging up the phone, he reached out to Daniel.

The package was returned to him. Thanks to Xena, this package with my name on it was not sent by me.

Finally it was about to be opened.

Daniel saw his expression and opened his mouth trying to persuade him, but in the end, he said nothing.

My heart, which had been broken a month ago, sank deeper and deeper.

He would rather believe that vicious devil than listen to my testimony.

The thing in the box were wrapped in layers.

But the sticky and smelly liquid outside looked very much like blood.

The moment Henry saw what was inside, his pupils dilated instantly.

There were sounds of people gasping for air around.

The next second, the package was thrown back into the trash can with great force.

The sound of ceramic breaking was particularly clear in the current environment.

Henry was so angry that his chest heaved violently and he breathed heavily.

Daniel frowned and looked embarrassed.

But he still reached out and patted Henry's shoulder.

"Go home and have a look. You really haven't been home for a long time. Maybe Yvette just misses you."

Henry's brows were tightly knitted together and his lips were almost pressed into a straight line.

He smashed the pen he had just used to write the report on the table with force, making a loud noise.

"She's a psycho now! I'm not going home, I'm investigating a case, it's not like I'm cheating!"

His eyes widened, stared at Daniel and said, "Daniel, I treat you as my own brother. Tell me, have I cheated on her these past few days? Who is she threatening?"

Looking at his angry and ferocious face, I felt sad.

Daniel was still trying to comfort him. "It's just a ceramic doll, it's okay. I guess Yvette is a novice and didn't do it well."

The corners of my lips curled up into a bitter smile. By the time the ceramic doll was finished, I had already been a cold corpse.

Henry had a sinister smile on his face, full of sarcasm.

"How can I expect someone who didn't even care about her own father's life to love my child after she gets pregnant?

"She's not even a human being, how can she be a mother? I was just taking care of the rescued hostage, and she's been putting on an act for me all day long!

"For such a disgusting person, even if she became a hostage and died in front of me one day, I would not want to see her!"

He was so angry that he closed his eyes.

I thought, "Henry, I no longer have the chance of becoming a hostage."

I wanted to cry, but my tears dried up the moment I died.

I wanted to yell, I wanted to tell him that the horrible package was not sent by me.

And I had never threatened him either.

Even if the hostage he helped every day was his first love, even if he stayed out all night to help her, it didn't matter.

But I really didn't lie to him.

I was not in good health. After I found out that I was pregnant, my stomach hurt severely every few days.

The doctor said I had to be very careful to keep the baby.

I never lied to him...

He quickly calmed down and finished writing the autopsy report.

He took dozens of photos from different angles of my body.

Every detail was recorded by him.

Then he took samples of the few blood-stained body parts and sent them for testing.

Several experienced detectives in the bureau gathered together and discussed.

They uncovered all the methods used by that group to reverse cases over the past decade.

There were actually records of skinning and dismembering bodies.

Everyone's eyes lit up seeing this.

The criminal in that case was the leader of that group.

A seriously mentally distorted psychopath.

But he was shot when he got arrested last month.

He was probably already successfully reincarnated.

The light that had risen in everyone's eyes dimmed again.

Daniel scratched his bald head in annoyance. "How come a young pregnant woman who has been missing for more than three days, but no one in her family has reported it?"

Another detective sighed. "Her husband didn't even show up. Could it be that he didn't even know that she's been dead for so long? With such a relationship, how could she have his child?"

"Damn it. The surveillance systems on the road were all paralyzed due to the heavy rain, and there is no missing person reported. There was very little blood on the body. How can we investigate this?"

Daniel said suspiciously at this moment, "The corpse is missing a finger. If it is not congenital, does it mean that there were important clues on it, so it cannot appear in front of us?"

Congenital.

Henry suddenly remembered something.

My heart nearly beat out of my chest.

I lost the tip of my pinky a month ago.

Because of this, I even said goodbye to the piano.

But the next second, Henry said, "She must have prenatal check-up records, and her husband must have accompanied her."

He slammed the table and said, "We will split into two teams. Team one, check the hospital records, and the other team stake out at the hospital to see if there are any pregnant women missing."

Hearing these words, a glimmer of hope reignited in my eyes.

There were clues in the hospital, and they could find them as long as they see my name!

When they were about to set off, Daniel suddenly asked, "Isn't Yvette pregnant too? I remember you mentioned that. Why don't you call her and ask if she had any suspicious experiences during her prenatal check-ups?"

Henry's face immediately darkened after hearing this.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "She hasn't had a prenatal check-up at all. As a father, how can I not know about her prenatal check-ups?"

His tone suddenly turned cold, and his eyes were full of disgust.

"She lied to me and didn't even know how to act. Does she think I'm a fool?"

The smile I just had frozen on my face.

I had clearly sent him messages about going to the hospital many times before.

But either Xena deleted them directly, or he just scolded me for lying.

To prove it, I once took photos at the hospital where I had my prenatal check-ups.

But just because I covered my name on the list with one hand when taking the photo, he scolded me for using someone else's report to deceive him.

From that moment on, I didn't tell him about the baby again.

Daniel could only remain silent seeing this.

Henry's misunderstanding of me was too deep.

After arriving at the hospital, Henry went to the obstetrics and gynecology department to check the prenatal check-up records in person.

My heart beat faster and faster as he turned the pages.

Just when he was about to see my name, there was sudden noises.

Several nurses rushed in, surrounding a pregnant woman lying on a stretcher.

But there were too many people coming for prenatal check-ups, and the hall was filled with people.

Henry immediately organized the clearance with Daniel.

I looked at my name on the next page of the prenatal check-up records, smiling bitterly and tears streaming down my face.

It was so close...

Henry helped them push people into the emergency room.

Then he took out his phone, it seemed like there was some new information about the case.

The nurses around him breathed a sigh of relief.

An older nurse patted her chest and said, "You are new here, so you don't know that sometimes babies are very strong. Like the woman from last month, what was her name again?"

Someone nearby quickly added, "Yvette Smith!"

Henry's fingers that were swiping the screen suddenly stopped.

My heart was in my throat.

"Henry, please listen to what they are saying. That's the truth you want!" I shouted in my heart.

But at this moment, his phone rang.

The criminals' DNA database was small in number and they were the first to issue test results.

When he was answering the phone, the nurse next to him quickly said what had happened.

"Yes, that pregnant woman was almost dead when she was brought here. It seemed that a piece of her pinky was missing. After the operation, there was still no sign of her husband. It was really pitiful..."

His call ended and the nurses left.

There was dejection in my eyes, even a little desperation.

After I followed Henry back to the police station, the test report was on his desk.

The victim had no criminal record.

The next step was to compare it with all the DNA database in the city.

It would take a little longer.

Suddenly, he received an anonymous message on his phone.

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