As I was being dismembered, my husband was planning a trip abroad with his first love.

He hung up on my last desperate call for help before he said, "Can you stop harassing me? It would be better if a disgusting woman like you was cut into pieces!"

Later, the plastic bags containing my minced flesh were scattered all over the city.

Even as the most outstanding forensic doctor in our city, it took him a whole week to barely piece together a human form.

Unfortunately, he didn't realize that the pile of minced flesh belonged to his wife of ten years.

After a night of heavy rain, several black plastic bags were carelessly thrown in various corners of the city.

The first to pick one up was an early-rising cleaner. He opened the bag, took a look, and couldn't help but vomit.

Pieces of minced flesh were neatly arranged in the bag, with a severed finger lying quietly on top.

The police were almost overwhelmed with calls as more and more people discovered bags containing human flesh fragments.

The cruelty of the method was appalling.

Three hours later, all the bags that had been found were brought back to the police station.

My husband, the city's most outstanding forensic doctor, Ken Brooks, was urgently called back.

He was initially planning to take a vacation with his first love, Lily Martin, today.

He rushed back to the department. Looking at the bags of corpses spread all over the floor, he fell into silence.

Captain Wade Jones stood by his side and patted his shoulder with a worried face.

"Ken, it might be a bit difficult for you this time."

There were a total of 87 bags of minced flesh containing all parts except the skull.

Flesh, bones, internal organs, even the nose, ears, and eyes were all here.

I was floating in the air as a ghost, looking at these parts that once belonged to me, and smiled bitterly.

"Ken, can you see that these belong to your wife who has been in love with you for many years?"

Even with Ken's strong psychological quality, he couldn't help but shed tears in the face of such a tragic scene.

He untied the bags one by one. After being soaked in the rain, the minced flesh emitted an unpleasant smell.

Out of instinct, he couldn't help but retch, but he quickly adjusted himself and devoted himself to the work.

It took him a whole week to barely piece them together into a human form.

"How is it going?"

Hearing that he had finished piecing together, Wade rushed to the forensic laboratory excitedly, but he was just facing Ken's bitter smile.

"The body has been roughly pieced together, but due to the absence of the skull, the appearance cannot be restored for the time being. At present, it can only be determined that the deceased is a young woman, around 26 years old.

"There is something strange. Other parts are relatively complete, only... missing a right ear. I speculate that there should be some identifiable mark on the right ear."

Wade frowned and thought for a moment and suddenly realized something.

Then, he spoke cautiously, "Ken, I remember Violet's right ear..."

My heart pounded wildly as I touched my incomplete right ear.

I was once cut off half an ear by a gangster to save Ken.

Ken was also hesitant but denied it.

"I don't think it's her. We had a fight the last time we contacted. Besides, she is already more than five months pregnant, but there is no fetus in the female corpse's belly."

Wade didn't give up and continued to ask, "When was the last time? How long ago was it?"

Ken was hesitant for a while before he replied, "Ten days ago."

"What? Violet hasn't contacted you for ten days, and you still think she won't have an accident?"

Wade's eyes were full of anxiety, and I was a bit touched. During my years of marriage, he would help me out every time I had a quarrel with Ken.

Somewhat shaken by his words, Ken took out his mobile phone and quickly flipped through the screen with his fingers.

I breathed a sigh of relief as I watched him find my name and was about to click on the screen.

He will soon find out that I am missing.

With his ability, he must be able to find out that this pile of minced flesh is me.

I watched helplessly as he dialed my number, but before the call could connect, the door to the forensic laboratory was pushed open by a young officer, Leo.

He poked his head in, carrying a thermos.

"Ken, this was just delivered for you by Violet!"

A flash of resentment crossed Ken's eyes, and he hung up the phone without hesitation.

"You see, she couldn't have gotten into trouble. Troublesome people live a thousand years!"

Only Wade still harbored a sliver of doubt.

"You say it was delivered by Violet? Did you see her?"

Leo looked puzzled for a moment, then said decisively, "It was delivered by Violet. She stopped me right outside the police station and asked me to give it to Ken!"

"Did you see her face?"

Leo tilted his head, recalling with some hesitation.

"She was wearing a mask and a cap with the brim pulled down low, but her figure and the tone of her voice were similar to Violet's. It couldn't be wrong!"

Wade wanted to say something more but was abruptly interrupted by Ken.

"I said, it definitely isn't Violet. She could never get into trouble. She's the most malicious one!"

I was overwhelmed by sorrow, never expecting to be seen in such a light by my husband.

But clearly, I had been dead for several days, and there was no way I could have sent the thermos.

I knew what was inside, so I hoped he would open it.

Ken, however, tossed it into the trash can without a second thought.

"From now on, just throw away anything she sends. It's disgusting!"

I was beside myself with anger, lunging to pick up the thermos, only to have my fingers pass right through it.

Wade sighed and was about to speak when Ken's phone rang.

It was from Lily.

He answered, his tone softening, even the furrow in his brow smoothing out.

"Lily, what's wrong?"

"Ken, just now... someone knocked on the door, and when I asked who it was, they didn't say anything. I'm so scared. What should I do?"

Her delicate tone even made me feel sorry for her.

"Okay, I'll be right there. Wait for me!"

Ken grabbed his coat, ready to rush out the door, but Wade held him back.

"Ken, is it Lily again? You should keep some distance from her. I always feel something's off about that woman!"

Ken brushed off his hand impatiently.

"What's off about her? I think you're too used to being a cop, seeing everyone as suspicious."

I watched his anxious expression, my heart clenching painfully.

Only he, blind to the truth, thought Lily was so fragile that she needed his protection, never considering the countless mysteries that surrounded Lily.

I stood in front of Lily's house, hesitating to enter.

This two-story building in the suburbs was the beginning of my nightmare.

But I was also eager to know if Ken, with his keen intuition, would find clues when he stepped into this house that had just been the scene of a dismemberment.

Suppressing my fear, I followed Ken inside.

As soon as we entered, a strong smell of blood hit us, and Ken frowned.

Before he could ask anything, Lily, with red eyes, threw herself into his arms.

"Ken, I'm so scared! I heard about the recent dismemberment case. I'm terrified..."

Ken held her tightly, stroking her head comfortingly.

"Don't be afraid. I'm here. No one can hurt you."

My eyes turned wet; that kind of tenderness used to be exclusive to me.

Lily looked up with tearful eyes, her voice soft and almost dripping with emotion.

"Have you been back to see Violet? I know she has a lot of hostility towards me, but those were all misunderstandings. I want to apologize to her in person when I have time."

Ken's face gradually turned cold, the warmth in his eyes disappearing, leaving only disgust.

"Don't mention her. I wish that woman was torn to pieces!"

Lily blinked, leaning on Ken's shoulder, a sly glint in her eyes.

I couldn't hold back any longer, tears rolling down my face.

"My dear husband, as you wish, the place where you stand is where I was dismembered.

"If you bend down, you can see the bloodstains under the sofa that haven't been cleaned up yet. But can you find them?"

Ken let go of Lily, sniffing the air.

"Lily, why does it smell like blood here?"

I tensed up, looking at Lily.

But she remained composed, still speaking sweetly as she led Ken to the kitchen.

On the kitchen floor lay several chickens with their heads separated from their bodies.

She wrapped her arms around Ken, her tone playful.

"I saw chickens in someone's yard when I went for a walk today. I thought if I bought a few, I could make soup for you every day.

"But they only sold live chickens, so I had to bring them back and do it myself. I was so scared when I found out their necks were broken and they were still running around!"

Ken rubbed her head, feeling grateful.

"Lily, you really... are very good to me. Let me do this kind of thing next time!"

I watched the tenderness in his eyes, shaking my head in pain.

With his years of experience as a forensic doctor, how could he not realize that such a strong smell of blood couldn't just come from a few chickens?

It was just that when love ran high, details were deliberately overlooked.

Lily rubbed against his chest coquettishly, speaking softly, "Wait a moment. I'll go upstairs and change my clothes."

Ken's gaze followed her until she disappeared at the top of the stairs.

He must love her very much to block out all the strange aspects of this woman automatically.

I followed Ken, watching as he wandered into the kitchen, picked up the dead chickens on the floor, and scrutinized them.

Seemingly thinking of something, he took out a plastic bag from the drawer and threw all the dead chickens in.

With a smile, he carried the bag towards a wooden door in the living room.

Behind the door were stairs leading to the basement.

There was a large freezer in the basement, initially used for storing food.

But now, it only contained one human head, which belonged to me.

My heart was about to jump out, and I wished I could rush up and help him open the door.

His hand was already on the door handle. He just needed to twist it and would find me...

"Ken, what are you doing going to the basement?"

I was icy cold all over, looking back at Lily.

This woman really had a strong psychological quality, still composed at the moment with her sweet appearance.

Ken waved the plastic bag in his hand.

"The weather has been hot these days. I'm afraid the dead chickens will stink if they sit around for too long, so I plan to put them in the freezer for you."

Lily looked lovingly, clinging to his arm.

"Ken, you're so busy and still come to see me. Don't waste time doing these things."

The implication made me, Ken's wife, feel heartbroken.

Ken's face flashed a trace of panic, but he gently pushed her hand away.

"Don't... Lily, I'm not divorced yet. Just wait a little longer. I will be with you legitimately."

With that, he reached out again to firmly grasp the door handle and pushed hard!