She was my age.
Before my body was found, he was celebrating his adopted daughter's eighteenth birthday.
George wouldn't give me, a murderer in his eyes, any attention, but he would celebrate the birthday of his adopted daughter, to whom he was not related, on the anniversary of Sarah's death.
If George knew that I, the murderer, had ruined the birthday party he had prepared so carefully, he might hate me even more.
But there was always a glimmer of hope in my mind that George would forgive me the moment he saw me die.
Samuel froze. He tried to say something, but he was interrupted by George.
"Show me the body, and autopsy it now!"
Samuel was the best detective in the city, and he had solved countless major criminal investigation cases together with Sarah.
It had been two full days and nights since the moment Samuel had stepped through the door.
My body was finally almost completely pieced together.
The only thing missing was my right hand.
George sighed as he looked at the body that had been pieced together, and the muddled clues left him scratching his head.
There had been no progress on the case for the past two days. George's eyes were filled with fatigue as he lit a cigarette.
"The deceased may have just reached adulthood, but she was chronically malnourished with skinny bones and multiple fractures all over her body, and those wounds were all enough to be fatal. She was badly torn between her legs, so it was obvious that she had suffered inhuman abuse before her death, especially since she had many cigarette butts stuck in the crevices of her bones...
"Now the body lacked the right hand, most likely because there were clues left on the right hand from the murderer."
Hearing the forensic doctor's autopsy results, Samuel couldn't help but curse angrily, "Damn it! Bastards! Are they still regarded as human beings?"
George looked up and said feebly, "And they had been using drugs to keep the victim conscious before she died, so she was still conscious when she was injured."
All the detectives present were shocked by it, and such inhumane retaliation was close to genocide.
I felt so upset inside.
George was truly amazing.
For the past eight full hours, I had watched soberly as the murderer had left scars all over my body.
I watched as she lit a cigarette and shoved it into every crevice of my bones in order to hide her tracks.