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!

With a loud bang, the door swung open.

Unfortunately, he once again missed the clue by a hair's breadth.

As he took the first step down, his phone rang.

"Ken, get back to the station quickly. We have a lead!"

I couldn't help but try to push him forward, only to pass right through him.

I shouted, "Go down there quickly! The biggest clue is right below!

"If you find my head, you can restore my appearance, and then you will know just what kind of venomous beauty has been captivating you all this time!"

It did not comply with my wishes; Ken stepped back.

He hastily handed the plastic bag to Lily, offered her an apologetic smile, and left in a hurry.

I could only follow him, unable to resist a final look back.

Behind him, Lily's face was cold and terrifying, with a mocking smile at the corner of her mouth.

Unfortunately, he saw nothing.

When Ken arrived, Wade was already waiting at the police station entrance.

He almost lunged forward, handing a stack of photos to Ken.

"We checked the surveillance at all the disposal sites. The suspect was cunning, driving a car with a covered license plate and casually throwing out the body bags from the window.

"Only here, next to the trash can closest to the police station, he deliberately got out of the car and placed the body bag in the most conspicuous spot! Damn it, this guy is deliberately provoking us!"

I was confused by what I heard; it was clearly a woman, but why did he say 'this guy'?

My gaze fell on the stack of photos, and I instantly understood the reason.

In the photo was a person wearing a black raincoat, estimated to be about 5.9 feet tall, with the coat so long it almost reached his calves.

From the appearance, it indeed looked like a man.

If the photo were enlarged enough, perhaps they would notice a bit of the red hem of a skirt peeking out from under the raincoat.

That was actually a white dress dyed red with my blood.

What a pity. The city's most elite police force was completely fooled by that woman.

Wade immediately gave the order to track down the car at all costs.

But in the end, it still disappeared from the surveillance range.

The clue was lost, and the entire police station was shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere.

I wanted to find the thermos that Ken had thrown away, but I painfully discovered that the trash can was empty. The newly replaced garbage bag seemed like a giant mouth mercilessly mocking me.

I covered my face and cried uncontrollably.

Just when everyone was at a loss, the thermos was returned.

An older man who collected trash thought it was of good quality and took it home.

After opening it and seeing what was inside, he was so scared that he collapsed on the spot.

After a long while, he recovered and dialed the emergency number with trembling hands.

Ken locked himself in the forensic laboratory, and his eyes were bloodshot when he came out.

He threw the report on the table, shaking with anger.

"Damn it! This murderer is utterly heartless! This beast actually..."

His voice choked, probably at the thought of the unborn child inside me.

But he didn't know that the embryo was in his forensic laboratory at that moment.

Wade also looked distressed, quickly flipping through it, and immediately ordered an investigation into the recent missing pregnant woman.

After a whole day, they still made no progress in their investigation.

Wade frowned, flipping through the information in his hand, and suddenly looked at Ken.

"Ken, Violet is also pregnant. Have you contacted her yet?"

Ken shook his head.

"Why would I contact her? She killed my sister. I don't want to talk to her about anything except divorce!"

He clenched his fist, the anger in his eyes seeming to burn everything around him.

I stood in front of him with tears, wanting to shout out loud that it wasn't me and it had nothing to do with me.

I had said that many times, but he never believed me.

Wade's face darkened.

"Anyway, she's pregnant with your child. You must find a way to contact her immediately!"

Although reluctant, Ken still took out his phone.

No one disturbed him this time, and he dialed my number.