My brother Gael was a talented bone sculptor.

When I was in danger, I called him for help.

He thought I was deceiving him and told me to die.

The reason why I was found by the murderer was because of the bones he had sculpted.

Three days later, an unrecognizable corpse appeared in the suburbs.

Little did he know, that corpse waiting for him to sculpt was me.

After he sculpted my appearance, he went mad.

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On the third day after being dumped, my body was discovered by a fisherman. He was so scared that his face turned pale and he ran to the police station to report it.

When the police arrived at the scene, even though they were accustomed to various cases, they were still shocked seeing me. Some of them who could not withstand the shock even vomited.

"The deceased was a female aged between 20 and 25 years old, and she had been dead for no more than 48 hours. Her face was severely decomposed, her left hand was missing, and her right hand had burn marks.

"She had multiple injuries on her body, including a severe blow to her heart on the left side of her chest. It is suspected that the multiple blows led to cardiac arrest and death. She was in unimaginable pain before her death.

"The lower body was torn apart, and the wound should not be more than 24 hours old, which means..."

The coroner didn't continue, but everyone present understood what he meant and was shocked.

"The deceased had a camellia tattoo on her body!"

The police officers glared angrily.

"Camellias! It has been over a decade. The Disability Admirers Organization is resurfacing again. This is clearly a provocation towards us. What should we do now?"

"The DNA comparison was unsuccessful. Her fingerprints and palm prints have been corroded by sulfuric acid, leaving no clear identity features. And they don't match with any reported missing persons."

The detective captain took out his phone and said, "Get Gael here."

When I heard this, I jumped up with joy. He would definitely recognize me at once.

Because he was my brother, I had features that were very familiar to him. He was also the most exceptional bone sculptor. By observing and touching the skull of the deceased, he could create a replica using materials, and then restore the face of the deceased.

As everyone waited in silence, I looked into the distance expectantly, eagerly waiting.

Finally, my brother Gael arrived.

After nodding to the captain, he put on white gloves and approached my corpse with a stern expression.

After carefully examining the condition of the face, he frowned and said, "I can't sculpt the bones. This person's facial region is highly decomposed, and the corrosive substances are still actively affecting it. There is a possibility of corrosion reaching the skull.

"I can only sculpt the bones if the skull remains intact. I suggest that the coroner clean the facial flesh and corrosive substances first."

For documentation purposes and out of respect for the deceased, facial reconstruction is generally not directly performed on the skull.

Instead, the bone sculptor uses plaster to recreate the appearance of the deceased based on the touch and observation of the skull's shape.

The captain ordered the body to be taken back to the police station, but Gael firmly stared at my body and raised his hand to stop the police from taking action.

He approached slowly, his gloved hands lingering over the camellia tattoo.

I frowned and held my breath in anticipation.

Was he going to find out?

But at that moment, his phone rang. Gael glanced at the caller ID, and his expression softened. His voice took on an unintentionally gentle tone.

There was no need to guess, it must have been Yara Lewis.

After he hung up the phone, the captain asked, "You were staring at the body intently. Did you find anything?"

"No."

He had put his suspicions behind him and was only thinking about rushing back to celebrate with Yara.

I gazed at him in a daze, a wave of sadness washing over me.

He had forgotten.

He had said more than once, "Rose, the five connected red moles on your arm are so unique. No matter how you change, I will always recognize you instantly."

The red moles were right beside the white camellia tattoo, such a prominent contrast of colors, yet he didn't remember.

My hopes were dashed, and it felt as if the world had lost its last hint of color.

Suddenly, a ringtone broke me out of my desolation.

"Hello, I am Rose Xavier's counselor. The deadline for selecting a teacher is approaching. Please inform her, because we have been unable to reach her."

Gael coldly acknowledged the message.

However, he showed no intention of calling me. The captain, Larry, couldn't help but urge him. "Why aren't you calling Rose to let her know? She has never given us a reason to worry before. How could we suddenly be unable to contact her? Call her right away and check!"

Gael nonchalantly replied, "I couldn't care less about her. It would be better if she were dead! This is all her intentional prank, disappearing to seek attention!"

Larry frowned and accused dissatisfiedly. "She is your sister! You saw the camellia tattoo, the members of the Disability Admirers Organization have resurfaced. Your father exposed them over a decade ago, and they likely hold a grudge. They might seek revenge against you. You must watch out for her!"

"Don't worry, I will protect Yara."

"I'm talking about Rose!"

Gael replied coldly, "She is not my sister. Yara is my only sister."

This was not the first time I had heard this, but I still couldn't help but take a few steps back, feeling like I was falling into an abyss.

It was strange how even the soul could sense the coldness.

"Gael, based solely on Yara's words, what makes you so certain that Rose is responsible for Stella's death? She is your only family in this world."

When mentioning Stella's death, my brother, who had always been calm and composed, lost control of his emotions, and his tone was full of hatred towards me.

"Do you know what she said when she called me two days before Stella's death anniversary?

"She said she was kidnapped and asked me to save her or she would die. But the truth is that she was eating at a seafood buffet and going shopping. Yara witnessed it all!

"Not only did she pay respects to Stella, but she also played such a cruel joke on Stella's death anniversary. She's so malicious!"

I was so stunned that tears streaming down my face immediately.

Why did Gael always believe everything Yara said?

It was clear that Yara was the murderer and a skilled liar.

Larry was right, I was indeed being targeted for revenge. They directed all their hatred for my father onto me. Their hatred and twisted minds drove them to relentlessly torture me.

They cut off one of my hands while I was still alive, violated me, branded me with hot iron, and disfigured me... They treated me like a dog, forcing me to kneel on the ground, begging for mercy.

I never understood why they were able to find me, even though I was extremely cautious and concealed my appearance whenever I went out.

Until I saw the plaster skull that looked exactly like me and the photo in the hands of the members of the Disability Admirers Organization...

My father is an undercover reporter. After two years of secret investigation, he finally exposed the Disability Admirers Organization, a group composed of influential individuals who were fanatically obsessed with the disabled.

Because each member in their organization had camellia tattoos, they were also known as the "Camellia Organization."

They had a distinct aesthetic preference for physical disabilities and some even went to extreme lengths, causing harm to healthy individuals. Their minds were deeply twisted.

Due to the substantial and authentic evidence my father collected, once the case was exposed, it gained significant attention from society.

Although these individuals faced punishment in the end, my father unexpectedly fell seriously ill just two months after the exposure of the case.

The police station spent a lot of effort to protect my brother and me, and we had always kept a low profile.

Until a month ago, Yara leaked my information.

Yara was abandoned by her birth family due to their preference for sons over daughters. Stella, Stella, rescued her and treated her kindly, but Yara was never satisfied.

She coveted everything of Stella's, including my brother Gael, and she saw me as a thorn in her side as well.

On the eve of Gael and Stella's wedding, Yara planned an accident that led to Stella's tragic death, injuring her own leg in the process. Only I was unharmed.

As Yara lay on the hospital bed, her face pale, she threw herself into Gael's arms and sobbed. In just a few words, she shifted the blame for Stella's death onto me.

"Gael, my sister is dead, and it's all Rose's fault. She killed my sister!

"Before the car exploded, we could have escaped together, but she ran away on her own and locked the car door. Stella desperately tried to get me out. Gael, I hate it so much. Why wasn't it me who died?"

Gael suddenly looked at me with fierce eyes.

His face was full of anger, his eyes seemed to emit fire, and his expression was more ferocious than ever before.

I spoke in a restrained tone, trying hard to hold back my sadness. "I didn't! She's slandering me! You don't believe me?"

He said calmly, "Yara wouldn't lie."

"So I would?" My emotions plummeted like falling into a bottomless abyss.

Back in high school, when my classmates accused me of stealing money, Gael stood like a sturdy pine tree, shielding me. He firmly said to the teacher, "My sister doesn't lie. If she says she didn't steal, she didn't!"

But now, between Yara and me, he believed that I was the liar.

At that time, I felt extremely disappointed and angry. I confronted Yara head-on, attempting to make Gael see her true nature, but he increasingly sided with her.

He kicked me out of the house, declaring that Yara was his only sister. And at Yara's request, he even taught her bone sculpting.

A month ago, Yara's biological father tricked her into the Disability Admirers Organization. By chance, she discovered that the people inside intended to target the children of their enemies. However, they couldn't find any leads except for a photo of the enemy couple.

Yara claimed that she could create an approximate likeness of their children based on the appearance of the couple.

So she reached an agreement with the Disability Admirers Organization.

During the process of sculpting, whenever Yara encountered something she didn't understand, she would call Gael, and he would help her with patient guidance. Little by little, that plaster replica started resembling me more and more.

Instead of being shocked when she realized that the killer was likely after me, Yara developed evil thoughts. She wanted to use the Disability Admirers Organization's hand to make me disappear forever.

After leaving the organization, Yara staged her own kidnapping.

In the final shot, I saw her throw herself into Gael's arms.

Gael held her tightly, his voice trembling as he said, "I'm glad you're safe, otherwise I would not have any sister."

But my brother didn't know that while he was teaching Yara sculpting, my life, his blood-related sister whom he hated and resented, was about to end.