My grandma didn't have Stephen's contact information, nor did she know where he lives.
But she knew that a murder happened, and it was the forensic doctor who was responsible for the autopsy.
And Stephen was the forensic doctor.
So, she used the simplest method: calling the police.
When the police saw my dismembered body, they couldn't bear to look.
My face was severely corroded by sulfuric acid, and my features were completely unrecognizable.
My limbs were dismembered, the blood had long dried up, and the dismembered body had started to decay, emitting a strong stench.
But it was wiped clean and neatly placed on the flower bedsheet I used when I was a child, which was very eerie.
The police immediately set up a cordon after such a horrific dismemberment case.
They searched inside and outside the room, conducted luminol tests, but there was no significant fluorescence reaction, proving that this was not a dismemberment scene.
Nor was it the spot of dumping.
This horrific disfigurement and dismemberment case has left the citizens in panic.
Everyone speculated that a sadistic killer had emerged.
Some even cursed that I, this wicked woman, would be quickly tortured and killed by this sadistic killer.
My grandmother was taken back to the police station along with my dismembered body.
The police attached great importance to this case and quickly formed a task force.
The most important thing in this type of case was to find the source of the body and confirm the identity of the deceased.
And my dismembered body, for some reason, seemed to be carefully taken care of by my grandma.
The police speculated that the deceased had a special meaning to her, most likely a relative.
But when faced with the police's questioning, grandma's withered hand tightly held onto her clothes and consistently refused to answer.
The police who visited near her house learned that she was a lonely old woman.
Her son was a rogue and had divorced long ago, and died three years ago.
The daughter-in-law and granddaughter also unfortunately passed away three years ago.
She usually relied on picking up some scrap and the care of social workers to make a living.
There were no relatives or close people who matched the age of the body.
When the police were helpless, my grandma finally spoke.
She was willing to disclose the location where the body was dumped, but she requested to meet forensic doctor Stephen.