When My Brother Discovered the Truth About My DeathChapter 1
When I was killed, my elder brother Xavier was picking out a dress for his sister's 18th birthday.
The last sentence he said to me was, "Mind yourself. Don't come to me even if you're going to die in the next two days!"
However, he was summoned to the police station early in the morning to investigate a serious case. So, Chloe's 18th birthday celebration was delayed because of me.
After reading the autopsy report, Xavier concluded that it was a hate crime.
I smiled in relief.
"Xavier, you don't have to curse me anymore."
"I'm really dead."
After the first piece of my body was found, the police rushed to the scene.
They searched in the river for three days and barely managed to find all the pieces. Later, five medical examiners worked all night and finally pieced them together.
The most experienced one looked shocked. He took off his gloves and wiped his sweat while saying,
"This is the most tragic death I've ever seen since I entered the industry."
The surrounding police officers all looked serious. Even the medical examiner said so, so it was not easy to find clues.
It was extremely difficult to solve the case.
By the time Xavier arrived, the first round of autopsy had just ended.
He was panting heavily with a shopping bag in his hand.
Several young policemen rushed up to find clues, but as soon as they approached, they vomited all over the river bank.
Carson approached Xavier and looked at the shopping bag in his hand with a frown.
"What is it? Your two younger sisters' birthday gifts? It's inappropriate to bring it here. Don't you think?"
Only then did Xavier suddenly remember what he was holding in his hand. When he heard Carson mention me, he frowned and looked unhappy.
"My two younger sisters? I, Xavier Cullen, only have one younger sister. That's Chloe!"
"That bitch isn't worthy to be mentioned in the same breath as Chloe. She's bad luck! My father traded his life for hers. She will definitely not live long, so a birthday celebration is not necessary for her! She needs a funeral."
The undisguised hatred in his tone made my heart bleed.
I was afraid I didn't have a funeral anymore.
No one would come to claim my body.