"From the simulated analysis of the skull, it appears that the victim was a very young girl, no older than 21. To be tortured like this after death, with even her body so broken... It's truly inconceivable. What kind of deep hatred could drive someone to inflict such cruelty on such a young girl?"
My father's tone remained indifferent as he expressed his opinion. "According to my observation, not only after death. From the presence of most illegal drugs in the victim's stomach, it indicates that the victim was tormented by the murderer before her death. In particular, there are several injuries that show deliberate abuse and beatings, resulting in lividity marks."
Yes, my father was remarkable.
That murderer, that beast!
Over eight hours of humiliation and abuse!
Every minute, I struggled, but to no avail.
Every minute felt like an eternity!
But I couldn't help but think, it was my birthday.
I shouldn't cry, but the pain reminded me of you, my father.
My only call for help didn't receive any rescue from you.
Instead, you told me to stay away...
At that moment, my father suddenly grasped my shattered hand, making me extremely nervous.
It was because of the birthmark on my wrist.
It had been there since I was born, and I remembered you telling me it was a symbol of your love with Mom.
Surely, my father would recognize it, right?
After all, he was the Sherlock Holmes of murder cases!
But he glanced at it briefly and then let go.
I forgot, my body was discarded in a pigsty, so it could have gotten dirty.
"Extract the victim's DNA. Currently, we don't have many leads to go on. Confirming the victim's identity is the top priority right now."
My Aunt Yvonne rushed in, looking flustered.
"Neil, I just called Ann, but she didn't answer. It's her birthday today, right? I ordered a cake for her and went to her rented apartment, but she wasn't there. Could she have gone to see you?"
She held a bunch of gifts in her hands.
It seemed like they were all meant for me.
Unfortunately, Aunt Yvonne, my mouth can no longer open. I'm sorry for disappointing your kind intentions.
Growing up, Aunt Yvonne had always been the kindest to me.
After my mother passed away, she became the one who loved me the most!
However, my father didn't allow her to love me too much.
Because I was a sinner, having such a sinner as a family member was something everyone should have been ashamed of!