"Mr. Harrison, based on our further investigation of the corpse, the characteristics match your ex-wife...”
"The similarity is extremely high, right? Then I’d better come take a good look!”
This time, Carl no longer resisted and his tone brimmed with unhidden excitement. He hated me so much that only a gruesome death could ease the pain he’d carried these past six months.
I followed him as he sped all the way to the forensics department
“Did you find something?” he asked the officer eagerly.
With a serious expression, the officer nodded solemnly and led him to the examination table.
“How tall was your ex-wife?”
"One hundred and sixty-nine centimeters."
“And approximately how much did she weigh?”
"Around fifty-five kilograms."
“What was her blood type?”
“Rh-negative.”
“Did she have an English letter tattooed on her left arm to cover a scar?”
Carl, who had been casually listening, froze, his pupils suddenly contracting.
The forensic doctor carefully lifted my left arm, which had been reduced to a mass of flesh and showed the letter to Carl.
The letter L.