It was already early morning when my mother arrived at the police station. She asked about the situation with an anxious look on her face.
"Where was the body found? How long has it been since death?"
Captain Smith looked at the cake crumbs on his mother's body that had not yet been wiped off, his eyes full of apology.
"We just found out that the police car was not sent back until the afternoon. We contacted the person who sent the car immediately, but he was knocked unconscious and thrown into the stinking ditch, and the surveillance camera on the road was under maintenance, so we have no clues at the moment."
"Sending the body to the police station so blatantly is a huge provocation to the police's authority!"
The murderer's arrogance pierced everyone's heart like a thorn.
"I'm sorry to have delayed your birthday celebration for Lucy Thomas."
When my mother heard my name, her eyes were filled with disgust.
" Who would celebrate the birthday of that murderer? Don't mention her in front of me!"
I floated aside, my heart broken into pieces, and I was numb with pain.
The day my father passed away, I also lost my mother.
She moved to another house and re-adopted a daughter who was my age.
Before my body was found, she was celebrating her adopted daughter's eighteenth birthday.
She was unwilling to give a bit of warmth to me, the so-called "murderer", but she was able to celebrate for her adopted daughter, who was not related to her by blood, on the anniversary of her father's death.
If she knew that it was me, the "murderer", who ruined her birthday party, she might hate me even more.
But I still have a glimmer of hope for my mother in my heart, hoping that when she sees me die, she will be able to forgive me...
Captain Smith was about to say something, but was interrupted by his mother.
" Take me to see the body and perform an autopsy immediately!"
As the most outstanding female forensic doctor in the city, she has worked with her father to solve countless major criminal cases.
From the moment I stepped through the door, it lasted two full days and two nights.
My body was finally pieced together to be roughly complete.
But the only thing missing is the right hand.
Mother looked at the pieced-together body and sighed:
"The deceased should have just reached adulthood, but he had been malnourished for a long time, with small bones and multiple fractures all over his body, all of which were fatal. There were many cigarette butts stuck in the joints of each bone..."
"Now the body has no right hand, it is very likely that the right hand left a clue of the murderer."
As soon as he finished speaking, Captain Smith couldn't help but curse.
“Damn it! These animals! Are they still human?”
Mom raised her eyes, her eyes full of fatigue. “Moreover, the deceased was conscious when she suffered these things. Several of the wounds were obviously caused by her when she couldn’t bear it anymore.”
The police officers present were all shocked. Such an inhumane method of revenge was almost inhumane!
I felt a wave of bitterness in my heart.
Mom is really amazing.
For a full 8 hours, she could clearly feel and use every wound on my body.
To divert the police's attention, she stuck the burning cigarette butt into my exposed joints.
They also used sticks to inflict blunt force injuries that would confuse the vision.
When my heart finally stopped, she immediately dragged me into a barrel full of sulfuric acid.
Skin and bones corroded, emitting thick white smoke.
Mom, it really hurts...
But the next second, Mom touched my neck.
My breathing suddenly stopped.
Are you going to find out?
I have never taken off the necklace my father gave me when he was alive.
"There seem to be abrasions here. The deceased may have been strangled by a thin rope."
A wry smile appeared on my face, and then I remembered.
She had torn the necklace off long ago, and now there was nothing on her neck except knife marks and traces of sulfuric acid corrosion.
The police officers present all frowned.
This should be the second tragedy in ten years.
The previous perverted murderer was shot dead in public ten years ago, but it took a full year for the public outrage to subside.
I still remember the panic that the murderer brought. He killed hundreds of children one after another . At that time, for my safety, my father was out investigating the case, and my mother took leave to stay at home and accompany me every step of the way.
That is also my last warm memory of my mother.
In front of me, my mother reached out and picked up the cigarette butt, handed it to Captain Smith, and said solemnly:
"Check to see if there's any DNA residue on it. It's hard to tell if it's been washed away by body fluids, but this is the only clue."
After saying that, she turned her head and looked to the other side.
"See if anyone has reported a crime recently. If someone reports that a girl in their home is missing, pay more attention to it."
"The deceased's blood has been sent for data comparison, but the results are expected to take at least three days to come out."
