When My Brother Found Out that I was the Victim

While I was being brutally tortured and my baby was being cut out of my abdomen, my brother was busy accompanying his girlfriend to the hospital for a cold.

Before I died, I managed to call him, but he callously hung up.

"You're a jinx. Can you stay away from us?"

The next day, my baby, who was just seven months old, was found in the morgue at the police station.

My forensic brother confirmed after the autopsy that the baby was not a natural premature birth but had been violently extracted from the womb and tortured to death. He concluded that the baby's mother must have met with a terrible fate!

He never imagined that the baby was his own nephew, and he certainly didn't expect that his most despised sister had suffered such a fate!

Cob's body was dug up from the ground by wild dogs.

Passersby on the mountain discovered it and immediately called the police. As the most capable young forensic expert in the department, my brother rushed to the scene from his girlfriend's place.

He put on gloves and brushed off the dirt from Cob's body, furrowing his brows in thought.

A female detective, looking at my poor Cob, showed a mixture of sadness and anger.

"What kind of heartless mother would abandon her own child? If she knew the baby almost got eaten by wild dogs, wouldn't she be heartbroken?"

I floated in the air, crying. I didn't abandon my Cob!

How could I not be heartbroken? While the wild dogs were tearing apart Cob's body, I was powerless to help...

After a preliminary examination, my brother remained calm.

"It doesn't look like a case of abandonment after a natural delivery. Let's take it back for an autopsy."

Everyone became serious upon hearing this, knowing that my brother's statement meant the case was serious. Cob's death was not a simple murder.

The team split into two groups: the detectives went to find the original dumping site, while my brother took Cob back to the police station.

My tiny Cob was placed on the cold autopsy table by my brother.

I longed to hold Cob and warm him up, but I found myself only able to pass through the autopsy table over and over.

Other forensic experts were hesitant to handle such a small baby.

My brother skillfully donned a mask and gloves, bowed to Cob, and began the incision.

Each cut felt like a painful laceration on my own body. The pain of being tortured to death was nothing compared to the heartache I felt for Cob's tragic death.

I wanted to stop my brother's knife, but I knew that only by uncovering the truth through the autopsy could we catch the perpetrator!

As he performed the autopsy, my brother explained to the trainee forensic pathologist.

"See this? At first glance, it seems like the wounds were caused by wild dogs, but in reality, they were inflicted by a foreign object, like a hooked tool that pierced the flesh.

"Here, the dark red indicates internal bleeding from severe trauma.

"Now look at the head. There are no signs of a vaginal delivery, which means the baby was delivered by cesarean section.

"From the size and dimensions, the baby was at most seven months old!"

The trainee forensic pathologist shivered.

"Such a tiny baby shouldn't be outside the incubator just after birth. How could it be tortured and discarded?

"Or could it be that the baby was dead upon birth, which is why..."

My brother shook his head and interrupted.

"The baby wasn't stillborn. It was alive when it left the mother's body! So it wasn't born in a hospital!

"To be precise, it was forcibly and violently extracted!"

My proud brother could always read the truth from a body.

Everyone was shocked, angrily condemning the perpetrator.

"Beasts! If that's true, then the child's mother..."

"The mother of the child is most likely dead!"

As my brother finished speaking, the temperature in the morgue dropped even further.

Everyone understood this was a brutal murder.

The detectives, armed with my brother's autopsy results, began investigating missing pregnant women cases.

Meanwhile, my brother stood there, staring intently at Cob's face, his hands clenched unconsciously.

A forensic colleague rubbed the goosebumps on his arms.

"Professor Cook, don't you think this baby looks somewhat like you!?"

Yes, my Cob does resemble his uncle!

My brother's sleeping expression as a child is almost identical.

At this, my brother's shoulders trembled slightly. He took out his phone, scrolled through the photos for a few seconds before saying indifferently, "How does it look similar?"

"It's an indescribable feeling."

"I can't tell."

After denying it, my brother put away his phone and no longer looked at Cob.

I shouted at him with pain, "Brother, could you please look at Cob just one more time?

"Everyone else can see that Cob looks like you. Why can't you see it? He's your own nephew!"

Every time I talked to Cob about his uncle during prenatal education, he was so excited!

I thought my brother was looking through the photo album and remembered that I told him Cob's 4D ultrasound looked like him!

But it turned out I was wrong; he must have forgotten! He might have even deleted Cob's ultrasound photos!