The body needed to be dissected, so I was carefully moved to the forensic room.
My dad had a good relationship with Dr. Lewis, so he followed him to have a look.
Dr. Lewis identified the deceased as a young woman who died seven days ago.
My dad was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but feel sorry for her. "Such a young girl. So pitiful."
I floated in the air and swayed.
Following behind him, I saw the evidence handed in by the others.
There was a piece of rag on my clothes. It was from my favorite shirt, which I had worn many times.
My dad might find it a little familiar, so he picked it up and looked at it for a while.
Confusion flashed across his eyes but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.
I wasn't sad. After all, I couldn't expect him to remember me from a piece of burnt rag.
But I couldn’t forget the pain when the murderer was holding a hot stick and pressed it against my back.
Even my soul was trembling.
The autopsy report came out quickly.
In addition to the age and time of death, it could only be confirmed that the deceased had lost too much blood in severe pain.