When I was being executed, my brother was ordering flowers for our adopted sister, intending to give them personally on her graduation day.

On graduation day, the cake ordered in my name was delivered to the school, and his growl became the last thing he said to me.

"You don't deserve to have cake in your life!"

Later, he received a call from the bureau, and after dropping off our adopted sister, he rushed to the police station to handle a criminal case.

His face turned pale when he used criminal psychology to reconstruct the crime scene.

The cruelty of the murderer exceeded the limits of human cognition. The methods that person used were just inhumane.

However, he did not realize that the one being retaliated against was his own sister, whom he despised.

***

After my death, my body parts were packed into birthday gift boxes and sent to the police station by express delivery.

A total of two hundred packages were delivered, each with the name of a police officer written on it.

Initially, the security guard who received the packages thought they were gifts sent by an old colleague from another police station to celebrate something personal.

It wasn't until the first female police officer who signed and opened a package let out a scream and fainted on the spot.

Upon hearing the news, Captain Lewis quickly summoned all police officers in the bureau to collect the packages.

They wore uniform gloves and placed all the pieces in the boxes neatly.

The foul and rotten smell instantly filled the room, causing some rookie police officers to vomit continuously in a corner.

Meanwhile, my soul floated aside, feeling bad for them.

Experienced Captain Lewis immediately checked the surveillance footage from the deliveryman.

However, the footage showed a skinny deliveryman with no exposed skin, making it impossible to find any clues.

When he called the delivery company, he was told that no vehicles had been dispatched to the police station that day.

When my brother arrived, only Captain Lewis was left in the room, persistently searching for clues.

Upon seeing my brother, Captain Lewis couldn't help but feel hopeful.

My brother became a forensic doctor due to an old wrist injury left during an unsolved case eight years ago.

Everyone admired his perseverance, and he even self-studied criminal psychology.

But every time he encountered a case of dismemberment, he would go blank physiologically.

Looking at the mutilated body, my brother's hand holding the pen trembled, cold sweat dripping from his skin, and his lips turned pale.

"It has been a long time since I saw such extreme revenge...

"There is not a single piece of skin on the bones that I can identify. All I can tell is that it is a young woman who never gave birth.

"When the bones were broken one by one, the victim was still breathing."

Watching my brother's pallid face, Captain Lewis gradually lost hope.

Although my brother's expertise in forensics and criminal psychology was self-taught, he became one of the top talents in the state.

He had never made a mistake in his assessments of cases over the years.

My brother carefully observed every bone. Sweat constantly dripped from his face, but he wiped away hastily with a corner of his clothes.

Then he sat down, intending to reconstruct the killer's mindset. However, he hesitated to write.

Every inch of the body had the same horrific appearance, and he couldn't discern the order of dismemberment or the motive for revenge.

Captain Lewis couldn't help but speak up from the side, "It's... so similar..."

"To the unsolved case eight years ago."

My brother finished his sentence, and both of them fell silent.

The suspect in that case remains a mystery even now, and my brother has almost collapsed during the past eight years of struggling for the case.

The next moment, he immediately dialed my phone number.

But I was already a body, unable to answer him.

The phone kept ringing, and with each ring, my brother's patience faded.

"Where the hell did she go again? Does she think I can't solve this case without her? Who does she think she is!"

Usually, I would always answer my brother's calls as soon as possible.

Perhaps because this case was too difficult, my brother became frustrated, and his voice carried undisguised resentment.

Captain Lewis walked around the body several times in confusion, pointing to the left hand.

"Is there a missing finger here?"

His words made me nervous immediately.

My brother's gaze also fell on the left hand of the body.

One of the bony, tiny fingers was attached to a portion of muscle tissue. No matter how we counted, there were only four fingers on the hand.

"The broken part of this bone must have been chopped off before she died."

I stood next to the body, anxious to tell them the truth. But no matter how much I shouted, no one could hear me.

"This is the clue you wanted! This is the evidence I left by enduring the pain of losing my finger!"

But my brother just glanced at it expressionlessly, wrote down the information, and left.

In the conference room, a team of ten experienced detectives formed a task force.

After drinking a strong cup of coffee, my brother began to explain the autopsy results.

However, when it came to the criminal psychology of the killer, he started sweating profusely and couldn't utter a word.

For a full ten minutes, everyone looked at him with encouraging eyes.

In the end, Captain Lewis sighed and spoke up,

"Forget it, Harry. It's been eight years, and there's no need to rush now. This kind of inhumane beast may not have any psychological motive. It's not easy to figure it out."

My brother closed his eyes in despair.

After the meeting, Captain Lewis asked my brother to stay behind and suggested, "Since we don't have any other leads right now, why don't we send the DNA for testing? At least we can confirm the identity of the victim and tell her family about this."

Upon hearing this, my brother furrowed his brows even tighter.

"It's not that I don't want to send it for testing, but it would be difficult in this case. The victim's DNA may pose a challenge."

His words were light, but they weighed heavily on my heart.

The painful memories of suffering suddenly came to my mind, and every inch of my body was torn apart with excruciating pain.

She disappeared eight years ago, and everyone thought the killer had died.

But she took out her eight years of pent-up hatred on me.

Captain Lewis instructed the members of the task force to search for the missing finger along the route followed by the delivery.

However, they only found an abandoned tricycle.

An entire day was gone, but there was no progress in the case.

During the second meeting of the task force, my brother concluded directly.

"This is a revenge killing, identical to the case eight years ago.

"If it's not the same person who committed the unsolved case eight years ago, then it's highly likely that it's a suspect who escaped from that case!"

He sounded weak when uttering the last sentence, making all the people present feel down.

Eight years ago, they lost their captain, the best officer among them.

My brother also lost his qualification as a detective who could wield a gun.

Yet, they still found nothing.

"That fucking beast! What a heartless bastard!"

Unable to contain his anger, Captain Lewis cursed, his face turning blushed.

"Does he think we can't do anything to him like we couldn't eight years ago? Today's technology is much better than what we had back then! He won't escape this time! If we can't catch him, I will resign and go back to my hometown!"

He clenched his hand tightly on the conference table, with veins pulsating at the corners of his eyes.

My brother's eyes were filled with pent-up grudges.

Worried that he might lose control again, Captain Lewis reminded him,

"If it's the same person from eight years ago, I suggest you stay out of this for now. Take a few days to rest and protect your sister."

My brother nodded slightly but took a moment to respond,

"Freya just graduated and was planning to travel abroad with her classmates. I'll continue with the investigation."

Upon hearing this, Captain Lewis' expression darkened.

"Harry, don't forget who your real sister is! Look at what you've been doing for the past eight years. What would your father think if he learned this?"

My brother became somewhat annoyed by the reprimand.

"I know my family affairs better than you do. Molly could betray me, but she would never put herself in danger. She has done such a thing eight years ago!"

The sarcastic tone in his voice hurt my feelings, causing pain in my heart with each breath.

Seeing this, Captain Lewis rubbed his throbbing temples.

"Molly is not that kind of girl. I didn't figure out exactly what happened in that case back then. However, even if it's as you said, your father traded his life for Molly. Why can't you cherish her for your father's sake?"

"After your parents passed away, she is the only family you have in this world."

My brother's eyes turned crimson, tears shimmering.

No matter how much time had passed, whenever that case was mentioned, he would still lose his composure.

My brother roared, "As long as I'm alive, I'll never acknowledge a family who betrayed my father!

"I no longer have parents, and I don't care if I lose that heartless sister!"

It seemed mentioning my name was an insult to our parents.

He gritted his teeth and continued, "She actually ordered a cake for Freya's graduation ceremony that day. It's only been eight years, and she has already forgotten how my father died!"

Tears streamed down my face. How could I forget?

On my tenth birthday, my father collapsed in a pool of blood while bringing me a cake he had bought.

Since that day, desserts have become a common taboo between my brother and me.

How could I ever forget?

Seeing that my brother was in such a bad state, Captain Lewis forced him to put down the case and take a day off.

As soon as my brother got in the car, he sent a message to Freya Scott, telling her not to open the door for strangers.

"I'll be home soon. Look in the fridge and find something to eat first."

I was close to him, close enough to hear the trembling fear in his voice.

Sadness and bitterness rose uncontrollably in my heart.

My brother kept hitting the gas pedal all the way because Freya didn't reply to his message immediately.

But when he reached the last intersection, my brother suddenly changed direction.

I finally couldn't control my emotions when I saw my brother step into a dessert shop.

He hesitated at the door for only two seconds before resolutely walking in.

He went straight to the pastry area, grabbed a chocolate cake, paid, and left.

After getting in the car, he opened his phone and still didn't see any reply. A hint of urgency flashed in his eyes.

The next second, he sent a voice message to Freya,

"I bought your favorite Chocolate cake. Please don't be mad at me. The reason I left your graduation ceremony that day was because there was a sudden case at the bureau."

His tone carried coaxing and gentle affection, a side of him I had never seen before.

He regarded the cake with my name on it as a scourge.

But in order to please his Freya, he could give up his principles.

I will never forget my tenth birthday. Not knowing about my dad's death, I cried and demanded a birthday cake from my brother.

His eyes turned red with hatred, and he shouted at me, a kid,

"Get lost! Don't ever mention the word 'cake' to me again! I will never step into those shops again!"

"Molly, why wasn't it you who died today? Why wasn't it you?! Just die! I can get as many cakes as you want, as long as I can get back my dad..."

I was so frightened by him that I trembled all over and didn't even dare to shed tears.

Every birthday since then, his curses echoed in my ears like a spell.

Tears streamed down my face, and my brother hurried home, took the keys, and opened the door.

Freya came out of the kitchen with a smile on her face, holding a dessert she had baked.

There was a light in her eyes when she saw my brother.

"Harry? What are you doing back? I haven't finished making this yet!"

The scent of cream filled every inch of the living room, and I couldn't stop trembling.

My fear of her had become a physiological response ingrained in my bones.

But my brother only frowned for a moment, and his gaze fell on the baking tray in her hands. He rushed towards her like an arrow.

"These things are too hot. They can pose great danger to you. Don't make these alone at home. If you want desserts, just send me a message, and I'll bring them back for you."

As he spoke, he presented the pastries he had just bought to Freya as if they were treasures.

I bit my teeth so hard that they almost broke.

"Why is he acting like a different person in front of Freya?

He even let her bake desserts in my parents' house and trample on my self-esteem." I wondered.

Although he spoke blaming words, his tone was full of concern and worry.

"Why didn't you reply to my messages? I thought you were mad at me for leaving early on your graduation ceremony."