When He Discovered the Truth About My Death!Chapter 1
When I was murdered and dismembered, my husband just bought a bracelet for his first love.
My last call to him for help was ended by him yelling and then hanging up.
"I already said I'd go home tonight, why are you rushing me? Can't you live until tonight?"
But I didn't.
And he didn't come home as promised.
Three days later, the police station received several lunch-boxes filled with body parts washed by rainstorm.
He could tell at a glance that the murderer was vindictive and had a contempt for the authority of the police.
As the best coroner in the city, he pieced together all the body parts in three days.
But he didn't realize that the victim was his most hated wife.
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After I was killed by the murderer, my body was put into different lunch-boxes.
And in the rainstorm three days later, the murderer pushed a trolley filled with lunch-boxes directly into the police station.
The first person to open the lunch-box was an intern cop, who vomited all over the floor.
Then screams followed one after another.
The news was blocked immediately and the lunch-boxes were collected again within ten minutes.
Detective Daniel Wilson contacted my husband Henry immediately.
Henry was the most gifted and courageous coroner in the police system.
It was said that he could make corpses speak.
He participated in countless criminal cases.
He arrived five minutes later. After the irrelevant personnel evacuated, he opened all the lunch-boxes containing body parts. The stinking smell quickly rushed into his nose.
He quickly exchanged a glance with Daniel.
Daniel immediately spoke, "I checked the surveillance camera at the gate right away, but the rainstorm caused the line failure, which happened to be broken these days..."
The only direct and favorable evidence had been missed.
All the people present looked gloomy.
The murderer even knew that the surveillance camera at the gate of the police station was damaged. The murderer was obviously very familiar with this place.
Looking at the broken pieces of the corpse on the trolley, which had been washed white by the rain.
Several older detectives couldn't help but retch.
But they still suppressed the nausea in their stomachs and consciously formed a line of defense.
In order not to destroy the subtle clues on the body parts, they stopped moving.
Henry ultimately decided to do the autopsy directly on site.