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!

The police investigated the entire city's missing persons cases but found no report of a missing pregnant woman.

"How is that possible? Who wouldn't report a missing pregnant woman? It's like a national treasure!"

"Yes, if the baby died three days ago, then the pregnant woman must have been missing for at least three days!"

My brother's deduction couldn't be wrong; the entire meeting room fell into a state of gloom!

Captain Lewis of the criminal investigation team issued an order.

"Increase efforts to search the primary scene!"

In the remote mountains, no trace of a body was found, and the case hit a deadlock.

Until the heavy rain washed out my limbs.

My brother stared at my limbs in deep thought.

Specifically, he stared at the centipede-like scar on my arm.

It was from when I shielded him from falling window glass when we were kids.

I excitedly shouted at my brother, "Brother, do you recognize me now? Hurry up and find my body!"

After my limbs were severed, I watched Cob being tortured to death, but my soul never touched Cob!

I secretly guessed that it must be because my body was incomplete that they couldn't find Cob!

I desperately hoped my brother would recognize me soon and find my complete body so I could reunite with Cob.

After soaking in the rain, my arm became increasingly swollen and smelled terrible.

"Professor Cook, I think I've seen this scar somewhere before!"

The female forensic expert Annie Stevens murmured, then slapped her forehead and exclaimed, "Professor Cook, doesn't your sister have a long scar on her arm? It seems to be in the same place!"

My brother looked at the scar and denied.

"People can have similarities, let alone scars."

At that moment, disappointment overwhelmed me; my brother didn't seem as great as I thought!

Under increased police search efforts, a headless human pig was dug out.

Due to the heavy rain, the jar was filled with water, and my body was highly decomposed.

All the forensic experts gagged as they approached the jar, including my brother.

I was sorry for making my brother so distressed and nauseous even after death.

I hovered at the morgue door, unwilling to go in; it was too horrific and disgusting.

My brother and his assistant worked together to take me out of the jar.

Seeing the weeds stuffed in my hollow abdomen, everyone's faces turned pale.

"Oh God, this is too cruel!"

"Professor Cook, this should be the mother of that child, right?"

My brother stared at my torso and, after a long silence, said, "Go get the limbs and compare them to confirm."

When the limbs perfectly matched, the identification department immediately took samples and compared my DNA with Cob's.

However, Annie secretly ran to a corner to call me, but no one answered!

It had been four days, and my phone had run out of battery and shut off.

She checked Line, and our chat still showed last week's messages.

She anxiously rubbed her forehead and quietly asked my brother, "Professor Cook, how's your sister been recently? It seems like she hasn't come to see you this week."

My brother casually replied, "I'd rather she didn't come! She thinks that by pretending to be good to me, she can easily earn my forgiveness! Bah! A pipe dream!"

"Your sister said she would never give up easily. I just called her and reminded her to turn off her phone. Can't you..."

My younger brother didn't like Annie mentioning me and gave her a cold shoulder.

"What exactly do you want to say? Did my sister try to bribe you with something else again?"

"Don't think I don't know she secretly gave you pastries."

"I advise you to stay away from her. If you get cursed, it could be fatal!"

Annie knew how much my younger brother despised me, but she didn't give up.

"Your sister really cares about you. She says the eldest sister is like a mother, and she wants to..."

"Enough! If she hadn't cursed our parents to death, I wouldn't be an orphan! I don't need her pretending to be a good person and acting like my mom!"

My younger brother's sudden outburst left Annie with nothing to say.

She sighed deeply and took out her phone to show him.

"Your sister used to ask about you every few days, but she hasn't contacted me for half a month. This is not normal."

My younger brother shrugged.

"Then you should thank her for leaving you alone. I'm not cursing you, but everyone who gets close to her ends up unhappy!"

Annie rubbed her eyelids.

"My eyelids are twitching badly. Maybe I should go to your sister's house and check on her. What if something happens to her alone at home while she's pregnant?"

Without heeding my younger brother's objections, Annie took off her work clothes and left.

Soon, Annie returned.

"There was no one at your sister's house. I asked the neighbors, and they said they haven't seen her for a week."

My younger brother didn't take it seriously.

"So what does that prove? Maybe she generously found a place to hide."

At that moment, my younger brother's phone rang.

"Hello, is this Mia Cook's family?"

"No."

After a moment of silence, the caller said,

"But the family contact number she left is this one."

"Why don't you contact her directly?"

"Sir, we've been unable to reach her for several days. Her phone has been off."

"Don't worry about her."

"I see from the family contact list that you are her brother. She has an abnormal prenatal checkup and needs to come to the hospital for a recheck as soon as possible. Please ask her to come to the hospital for a checkup, okay?"

My younger brother hung up the phone.

Annie, who was close to my younger brother, heard everything. She was about to say something when Captain Lewis came over to ask for clues.

"Mr. Cook, are there any clues on the body?"

My younger brother shook his head.

"We can basically infer that these two bodies are a mother and child. We're just waiting for the DNA test to confirm!"

"We've already contacted major hospitals to see if there are any pregnant women with unusual conditions."

My younger brother questioned.

"Isn't this like looking for a needle in a haystack? With so many pregnant women in the city, even if regular prenatal checks are necessary..."

Captain Lewis immediately interrupted my younger brother and gave him a reprimand.

"Mr. Cook, you're wrong! A pregnant woman missing for at least five days, who wouldn't be worried? Do you think everyone is as indifferent to their family as you are?"

Captain Lewis's words made my younger brother's face flush with anger.

"What's she to me? I'm alive only because I stayed away from her!"

Captain Lewis ignored his emotions and continued questioning,

"How is your sister doing recently? She should be over seven months pregnant, right?"

My younger brother, already irritated by Annie's repeated mentions of me, was even less pleased with Captain Lewis's concern.

"Why is everyone so concerned about her? I'm busy working like a dog, and I don't have time to worry about how many months pregnant she is!"

Indeed, after finishing work, my younger brother was busy with his girlfriend and had no time to care about me and Cob.

He would rather use my life in exchange for our parents and close friends' lives. How could he care about me?

Captain Lewis didn't expect my younger brother to be so angry. He patted his shoulder and said earnestly, "Mr. Cook, you're still young and impulsive. You don't understand your sister's suffering, and you don't know how much she loves you! You'll regret it later."

Whenever someone mentions me, my brother's rebellious side comes out.

"How could I possibly regret it!? I don't care whether she loves me or not! The love you think she has is just her self-righteous compensation! If she truly loved me, she would return my family and friends to me!"

My brother almost shouted these words.

Capain Lewis, knowing his temperament, shook his head and prepared to leave when the data analyst approached.

"Capain Lewis! The hospital has cross-referenced the data. Here are the details of all the pregnant women with abnormal conditions, who either missed their scheduled check-ups or had anomalies but didn't undergo timely re-examination."

Capain Lewis took the two forms with names on them and frowned.

"Contact them as soon as possible to check if there are any missing persons."

Capain Lewis turned to the next page and saw the name ‘Mia':

"Mia?"

"Is this a namesake?"

Annie leaned over, took a look, and compared the phone numbers. She was somewhat speechless.

"Capain Lewis, this is Cook's sister!"

Perhaps out of intuition, Annie hesitated, then pointed at my decapitated body and asked my brother, "Professor Cook, take a close look. Does this body resemble your sister? And the baby seems to look like you a bit. Could it be...?"

My brother, who was originally looking at the list with Capain Lewis, heard Annie's concern and sneered.

"The list might not be complete. The deceased could be anyone, but it definitely isn't Mia."

"But your sister really is missing. Aren't you worried if it's really her...?"

Capain Lewis immediately became alert.

"How do you know Mia is missing?"

But my brother used his eyes to stop the hesitant Annie.

"Why worry about a nemesis? She's about to become a mother. If she doesn't care about her own body, why should we worry for her? It would be better if she were dead!"

Even though I knew my brother hated and resented me, hearing these words for the first time still felt like a knife cutting through my heart.

Brother, don't get so worked up; it's bad for your health!

Rest assured, I am dead as you wished!

Capain Lewis knew my brother was stubborn and didn't try to persuade him.

The conversation ended unpleasantly, and everyone continued to pursue leads in the case.

That night, out of over 200 abnormal cases, only I and another pregnant woman could not be contacted.

When my brother learned this result, he was somewhat anxious but still tried to remain calm.

"Could it be that she's gone abroad, which is why we can't contact the family and herself?"

Capain Lewis immediately checked the exit records and indeed found that the other pregnant woman's family had gone abroad.

My name, marked with a red cross, stood out conspicuously.

My brother's hand holding the list trembled slightly.

"This must be Mia trying to get my attention with a new trick!"

My brother was extremely angry, and I could see his lips quivering with rage.

How I wished I could tell him that I could no longer play tricks with him, and if he was happy now?

My brother, indeed, lost his temper and even called me on his phone.

This was the first time he had proactively called me since our parents and husband died.

Unfortunately, he could no longer get through.

My brother talking to me was a dream I never thought would come true.

How ironic that this dream was fulfilled after my death!

Though late, at least this moment eased some of my grievances over the years.

My brother calling me because of the list proved that he cared about me!

Even if this care was due to the case needing to rule out victims, I was content.

My brother called three more times, and all he got were cold, automated female voice prompts.

Exhausted of patience, my brother angrily slammed the phone on the table.

"Mia, I shouldn't have worried about your life or death! Why do you always cause so much trouble!?"

As he finished speaking, a technician named Gail rushed over.

"Capain Lewis! The results are out. The male infant and the female corpse are confirmed to be parent-child. The comparison results for the female corpse are also out. The deceased is Cook..."

Gail saw his younger brother staring at him with a frightened expression, unable to speak properly.

"Captain Lewis, the deceased is Cook..."