When I Died, My Brother was Ordering Flowers for His Adopted SisterChapter 1
When I was being executed, my brother was ordering flowers for our adopted sister, intending to give them personally on her graduation day.
On graduation day, the cake ordered in my name was delivered to the school, and his growl became the last thing he said to me.
"You don't deserve to have cake in your life!"
Later, he received a call from the bureau, and after dropping off our adopted sister, he rushed to the police station to handle a criminal case.
His face turned pale when he used criminal psychology to reconstruct the crime scene.
The cruelty of the murderer exceeded the limits of human cognition. The methods that person used were just inhumane.
However, he did not realize that the one being retaliated against was his own sister, whom he despised.
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After my death, my body parts were packed into birthday gift boxes and sent to the police station by express delivery.
A total of two hundred packages were delivered, each with the name of a police officer written on it.
Initially, the security guard who received the packages thought they were gifts sent by an old colleague from another police station to celebrate something personal.
It wasn't until the first female police officer who signed and opened a package let out a scream and fainted on the spot.
Upon hearing the news, Captain Lewis quickly summoned all police officers in the bureau to collect the packages.
They wore uniform gloves and placed all the pieces in the boxes neatly.
The foul and rotten smell instantly filled the room, causing some rookie police officers to vomit continuously in a corner.
Meanwhile, my soul floated aside, feeling bad for them.
Experienced Captain Lewis immediately checked the surveillance footage from the deliveryman.
However, the footage showed a skinny deliveryman with no exposed skin, making it impossible to find any clues.
When he called the delivery company, he was told that no vehicles had been dispatched to the police station that day.
When my brother arrived, only Captain Lewis was left in the room, persistently searching for clues.
Upon seeing my brother, Captain Lewis couldn't help but feel hopeful.
My brother became a forensic doctor due to an old wrist injury left during an unsolved case eight years ago.
Everyone admired his perseverance, and he even self-studied criminal psychology.