When He Found Out The Body Was Mine, He Went Crazy!Chapter 1
On the day I died tragically in the sewer, my husband was sleeping with his childhood sweetheart, who had just been released from prison.
He didn't even answer my call for help.
"Yasmin suffers from neurasthenia. She just fell asleep. Don't make trouble for no reason."
Later, he came to the police station as a guest professor of criminal psychology to analyze the murderer's motives and witnessed the dissecting and suturing of my body.
He analyzed that the victim had suffered inhuman torture before she died, but he didn't know that the corpse that had been corroded by sulfuric acid belonged to his newlywed wife.
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My body was discovered by a sanitation worker who was cleaning the streets early in the morning.
After receiving the alarm call, the police immediately responded and finally rescued me from the torture caused by the smelly sewer.
Soon, I was put on the dissection table in the police station.
As a professor of criminal psychology, Charlie Hector was also invited to conduct a psychological analysis of prisoners. When Coroner Zander saw him coming, he moved his chubby hands and said earnestly, "Professor Hector, you are finally here."
Charlie had a calm expression, showing no emotion, and his beautiful eyebrows furrowed.
"Let's begin the autopsy."
"Okay."
Charlie had always been meticulous in his work. He stared at my body on the dissecting table without blinking, as if he was appreciating an artist creating a fine work of art. There was no other emotion in his eyes at all.
My body was dismembered, so it wasn't easy to piece it back together. Besides, my face was corroded by sulfuric acid, so it wasn't difficult to tell how I originally looked.
"The deceased had struggled violently before her death. The marks on her neck were left by the thin rope before her death. The murderer must have enjoyed torturing her at that time."
Charlie spoke calmly, and Coroner Zander added in confusion, "So, the deceased had a strong desire to live. But why did she stop struggling later?"
Charlie stared at my neck with deep eyes as if he wanted to see through my body.
After a long while, he said causally, "Perhaps she realized that she couldn't escape. So, she chose to accept her fate."
"No, that's not the case." I thought.
Bitterness rose in my heart. I looked straight at Charlie, feeling disappointed.