Dear Brother, Can You Perhaps Love Me?Chapter 1
On the day my mother died in prison, I held the urn and wanted to see my brother Uriah.
But he said, "The old fart finally died. If you want to accompany her, go quickly!"
I secretly rejoiced that Uriah's refusal saved him from a disaster.
The next day, the police informed Uriah that a criminal had attacked and destroyed paintings in his gallery last night, and someone risked their life to protect his paintings.
Moved, Uriah hugged his biological sister Iris and blew on her one-centimeter wound that was almost healed.
But he was mistaken. It was me, the fake sister, who was chopped up by the criminal in order to protect his paintings.
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The police marked around my body and I was put into a bag and sent to the forensic room at the police station for autopsy.
Actually, there was nothing much to dissect. Based on the evidence at the scene, the police had basically inferred how the incident occurred.
I floated in mid-air, watching everyone busy because of me, feeling a bit guilty.
Soon, the owner of this gallery, my brother Uriah Knight, also arrived.
He walked in and nervously looked at all his paintings, relieved to see that they were all intact.
As soon as the detective captain Ryle Young approached, Uriah eagerly shook his hand.
"Thank you so much, Mr. Young, for your hard work!"
"These paintings are the result of half of my life's efforts. I am about to exhibit them nationwide. If anything happens to these paintings, it would be more painful than killing me!"
Ryle glanced at Uriah strangely and briefly explained the case.
"In the early morning, a criminal broke into your gallery, intending to harm and destroy the paintings. It was your sister who fought desperately with the criminal, which prevented your paintings from being destroyed."
"The identity of the criminal has not been confirmed yet. If you want to thank someone, thank your sister."
Upon hearing Ryle's words, I, who was floating in the air, felt a bit embarrassed.
I didn't do much, I just used my body to block the knife in the criminal's hand.
It did hurt a bit when the blade pierced into my body.
I subconsciously touched the scars on my body. There were probably dozens of small and large knife wounds.
The criminal was fierce and brutal, stabbing at my vital points with every knife.
I bravely withstood the blade, dialed the emergency call, and scared away the criminal.