My body was a terrible mess, beyond recognition.
"The deceased should be around twenty years old, just in the prime of youth. So pitiful..."
The forensic doctor beside me frowned and sighed, "What kind of hatred could possibly make someone do this?"
I stood beside my father, forcing a bitter smile.
Indeed. What kind of hatred could possibly make someone do this?
Even I didn't dare to look at my body again. I felt that if I did so, I'd relive the pain.
My father gritted his teeth and said, "Her parents must have gone through a lot raising her to 20. I will not stand down until the killer is brought to justice!"
Since the body had started to decompose and emit a foul smell, the forensic doctor chose to conduct a preliminary autopsy on the spot.
My father's colleague, Arnold Heptinstall, stood aside and lamented, "I feel so sorry for her. She looks about the same age as Rosa..."
Arnold suddenly realized something. "Come to think of it, I haven't seen her for a few days. You two haven't reconciled yet?"
"Don't mention her! She's not my daughter!"
My father glanced at my body and seemed to remember me, instantly showing a look of disgust.