"She is a sinner. She doesn't deserve a birthday. I have done my best to raise her to this age. Lisa, don't come to me about her in the future. She will bring misfortune."

Lisa cared about me the most, and she immediately started arguing with my dad.

"Bill, it has been years since it happened. Betty is also poor that she lost her mother when she was young."

"Was it my fault? It was she the jinx who killed her mother! Why didn't she die with her mother? Lisa, she killed your sister! You should hate her more than I do!"

My dad's face turned red and he pointed at the dead on the dissection table.

"They are both 20 years old. Why isn't she the one on the dissection table?"

"Dad, as you wished,

"the one lying here is your most hated daughter.

"Mom, dad is so fierce."

When I saw my mother, I would definitely tell her about that.

Lisa was still messaging me.

She told me not to hang around recently.

"It's too late. Auntie, the one lying here is me."

Two days later, my skull was still not found.

Lisa went to the police station and then got a coke from the refrigerator.

When she found the strawberry cake that hadn't been eaten,

she turned around and asked,

"Has Betty not come in the past two days?"

The policemen shook their heads.

She immediately took out her cell phone and sent me a message, but I didn't reply.

She continued to call me.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is powered off..."

Lisa said to herself, "Why the phone is turned off..."

Then she was walking out. When I was thinking what Lisa was going to do,

my dad just came back and the two of them bumped into each other.

My dad glanced at Lisa and asked,

"Has the result of DNA match come out?"

"Not yet. Betty's phone is turned off, and she hasn't responded to the message I sent her."

Just as my dad was about to speak, his cell phone rang.

Lisa looked over immediately.

"Is it Betty?"

It couldn't be mine.

After my dad answered the phone, his expression became more and more serious.

He hung up the phone and glared at Lisa.

"Did you hear that? Betty actually dared to skip classes! She didn't get a scholarship this year, and now she's giving up on herself! I paid for her education, and this is how she repays me."

"Dad, I didn't skip classes.

"Never."

"Bill, that's enough! Betty is still your daughter no matter how bad she is. Are you being worthy of my sister?"

Lisa suddenly turned around, which scared me.

Her eyes turned red and gradually became moist.

When she looked up, my dad swallowed what he was about to say.

"The victim was found on Binji Road. If I remember correctly, Betty's school is on Binji Road, right?"

"Are you finally discovering me?"

My dad waved his hand and said, "You've been too busy lately. What she could be up to? She just blamed me for not celebrating her birthday."

"Didn't you say she doesn't like birthdays?"

"She is just unrealistic. I have to discipline her! Why you are looking at me like that? Okay, I'll make the call."

My dad started calling me.

But Lisa snatched his phone.

"Betty's phone is turned off. What did you do all day? Do you really care about Betty?"

"What else can she do except cause trouble? She is a nuisance! If she has the guts, she should never come home. Otherwise, this time, I must teach her a lesson!"

After saying that, my dad went in to work.

"Dad, I really can't go home.

"Auntie, why are you crying? Don't cry. Don't cry."

"The DNA data matched!"

Lisa turned around immediately and looked in front of the computer.

"Dad, you will soon find out that I really can't go home.

"The daughter you hated the most was really dead."

But at that time, the computer suddenly went black and crashed.

"How long will it take to recover?"

"One hour."

"Okay, notify me as soon as the results come out, and we'll go notify the family."

"OK."

I sighed and wandered around bored.

I found that my dad was calling his adopted son.

He asked him to be careful recently.

If I hadn't heard it with my own ears, I wouldn't have known that my dad had such a kind and gentle voice.

Ringing.

My dad received a photo on his mobile phone.

A Photo of a headless corpse.

There were also threatening messages.

"I received an anonymous message with a photo of the victim. Locate it immediately!"

"Dad, that photo is me.

"This is the dress I wore when I went to school.

"That day, you personally took me to school."

It was also that day that my identity was exposed.

They put a sack over my head.

"This is Bill Johnson's daughter. There's no doubt about it."

Then, I was tortured continuously.

Their methods were so outrageous.

The strange instruments of torture made me want to die.

I knew the reason they tortured me was because I was Bill's daughter.

If my dad knew about my situation, he would be angry.

Because I failed to protect myself and caused him trouble again.

But they were really fierce and very strong.

I couldn't break free.

They gave me a chance.

They asked me to call my dad.

They said they would let me go if my dad came to rescue me.

When I called my dad, there was still birthday music playing on the other end of the line.

And I heard the cheers of his adopted son.

"Dad, can you come..."

"No! I told you that today is my son's birthday. No one is allowed to disturb me."

"But, but Dad, today is my birthday too."

"You nemesis. You don't deserve to celebrate your birthday. Whatever happens to you, don't ever call me again."

He hung up on me. They thought I was a worthless piece of shit.

They tortured me even more.

"Dad, you're so fierce.

"Mom, am I going to see you?

"If you were alive, you would definitely come to save me, right?"

"We found the location!"

My thoughts were pulled back.

They all looked at the computer and found that the location of the anonymous message was at the police station.

Confused.

"Arno Hill, did you locate it wrong?"

"Um... I shouldn't be mistaken. Then I'll try again."

Arno continued to locate, while the others left unhappily.

Then the security guard came in.

"Bill, there's a package for you."

My dad put down the documents in his hand and walked outside.

As he walked, he still murmured,

"I haven't bought anything recently."

I took one look outside and instantly shuddered.

It was the one who tortured me.

No matter how tightly he covered himself, I could still recognize him.

Therefore, Arno was not wrong.

My dad arrived at the door and said, "What is it? I didn't buy anything."

"I don't know. Maybe your child bought it. I put it here and leave."

"Ok."

My dad took out his cell phone and called his adopted son, "Son, did you buy anything for me?"

One corner of the square express box on the ground was stained with dark red blood.

I knew what was inside. It was very obvious.

My dad answered the phone, squatted down, and tried to cut through the plastic tape with a key.

"Dad, we're about to meet."