Goodbye, My Father1
When the criminals murdered me and left me abandoned in a pigsty, my father was accompanying his adopted daughter for her coming-of-age ceremony.
It was also my birthday that day.
However, I suffered cruel humiliation and abuse at the hands of criminals.
In a sudden impulse, they made me call for help, so I called my father.
But he said, "I've already told you that you're not my daughter anymore. If you want to die, die far away!"
That night, my father was called back to the police station due to a major homicide case.
Despite being a coroner, my father was hailed as the Sherlock Holmes of murder cases, renowned for his exceptional insight and deductive skills.
However, after spending the entire night examining my mangled body, he found nothing at all.
Dad, did you truly not recognize the girl sealed inside the body bag?
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A major homicide case in River City shocked the entire police community.
In the early morning, a body abandoned in a pigsty was discovered by someone.
The news quickly spread across various newspapers.
My father, who was hailed as Sherlock Holmes, was also called back to the police station.
He had originally been celebrating his adopted daughter Yoko's birthday.
He entered the autopsy room, lifted the white cloth covering my body, and the flashlight shone brightly.
"What happened?"
"Somebody reported the discovery of a female body. It was horrifying, not only was the victim abandoned in such a place, but the body also showed numerous signs of being brutally beaten. It's evident that the victim experienced inhumane torture before her death."
My father listened in silence and responded with a grunt.
If he knew that it was me lying on the autopsy table, he would surely think I deserved to die, wouldn't he?
Because it was I who disturbed his celebration of Yoko's coming-of-age ceremony, even though it was also my birthday.
Dad, were you finally willing to see me on my birthday?
My father swiftly put on rubber gloves and began analyzing each part of the body.
He was truly remarkable. In just one night, he organized what little was left of me.
His assistant trembled as she held the camera, sighing with regret and disbelief.