My soul drifted involuntarily to the dissecting room.
Stephen, wearing a white coat and a strong cold light on his head, solemnly bowed to my body in front of the stainless steel dissecting table.
Then, he pieced my broken body together, bit by bit.
This was the first time I had entered the dissecting room and seen him at work.
Focused, serious, and sacred.
And I, on his dissecting table, about to be dissected.
He carefully placed the completely unrecognizable head on the just assembled body, as gently as he had tucked my broken hair behind my ear years ago.
He checked while the assistant recorded.
"Deceased, female, aged 23 to 28. Based on the degree of decomposition of the body, the estimated time of death is 8-12 days ago."
"There are signs of life at the wound. The deceased was dismembered while still alive..."
The assistant sighed, "It's really pitiful. How much hatred must the deceased have to endure such torture at such a young age."
He said, frowning, seemingly lamenting the fact that such a young person died so tragically.
He picked up a gleaming surgical knife, size 24, and cut straight into the middle of my neck. The blade slid, cutting open the chest and abdomen.
"The victim's head was repeatedly struck with a blunt object, causing severe brain damage."
"The face was corroded by strong acid... with signs of plastic surgery..."
"There are multiple binding injuries and stab wounds all over the body... The victim endured a long period of inhumane torture before death."
"And the stomach contents... cement!"
The assistant next to him almost screamed.
"What a sicko! Killing someone is not enough. How much hatred and resentment must there be to torture the victim like this, pouring cement into their stomach..."
Stephen carefully picked out a torn and corroded piece of paper from my stomach contents.
"There are words on it, there may be clues, send it to the forensic science department for examination immediately!"
The assistant wondered, "What kind of person and under what circumstances, would swallow paper into their stomach?"
I looked at the paper ball that I had swallowed into my stomach, feeling very nervous.
Could the writing on it really be restored?
Is my secret going to be exposed to the public? I thought.
After Stephen dissected, he skillfully sutured the abdominal cavity.
However, it would take a long time to repair my face and sew up my severed limbs.