In the afternoon, Max handed my information to Dad.

"The victim was a female, aged between 20 and 25. She died of excessive blood loss. Judging from the wounds on the corpse, the murder weapon should be a fruit knife commonly used in the kitchen. There are about 300 cuts on the corpse, and the fatal cuts are on the wrists of both hands. The head was neatly cut, and it should have been cut off after the victim's death. It hasn't been found yet."

Dad flipped through the documents page by page and cursed softly, "Beast!"

After confirming that the information was correct, Dad gave it to Mr. Smith, the police captain.

"The criminal dumped the corpse next to a trash can. It's evident that he isn't afraid of the police finding it. Such an extreme case hasn't happened in the past ten years.

"Have you found out the identity of the woman?" Mr. Smith asked Dad.

Dad shook his head. "Not yet." After a pause, he continued. "Hasn't the head been found yet? If it's found, we'll confirm the identity quickly."

Mr. Smith also shook his head. "The criminal were strange. He left all the body parts next to the trash can, but took the head away. Was his purpose to prevent us from finding the identity of the deceased?"

I was a little disappointed. The birthmark on my thigh was obvious, but Dad didn't recognize me.

He always used that birthmark to blame me, "It was because of your ugly birthmark that your mom died! No other girl would have such a big birthmark! This is the root of trouble!"

Mr. Smith sighed. "How could a young girl have enemies?"

Yes, I was only 23 years old and hadn't even graduated from college yet! But I was dead.

Mr. Smith looked at my corpse' photos. Then, he picked up the photo of my thigh and noticed there was a birthmark. "This girl actually has a birthmark. It's large."

Dad leaned over and saw the birthmark on my thigh. He sighed. I thought Dad remembered me. So, I was excited and wanted to shout, "Yes, that's a birthmark. It's my birthmark. Dad, that's me!"

But Dad just sighed and said, "Yes, there is a large birthmark on the thigh." Then, he muttered, "It's as the same as Winnie's."

Mr. Smith was excited. He pointed at the birthmark. "By investigating from this birthmark, we should be able to confirm the identity of the deceased soon."

Because of the brutality of the case, the superiors attached great importance to it. During these days, almost everyone in the police force stayed in the police station.

When it was dark, Yuki called Dad. She sounded aggrieved. "Dad, why haven't you come back yet?"

Dad took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. Then, he spoke softly, "Yuki, I have been busy with a major case these days, and I may have to stay in the police station for a few days. I just ordered takeout for you. Please bear with it for a few days. After I finishes the case, I will take you to enjoy your favorite seafood buffet."

Standing beside Dad, I saw him treat Yuki with tenderness, which he never showed me, and I felt brokenhearted.

Sometimes, I felt strange. I was the younger sister, and Yuki was already 30 years old. But for Dad, Yuki was the one who would never grow up. Although I was seven years younger than Yuki, I was always taught to give in to Yuki.

Dad considered this as humility.

So, my clothes and food were Yuki's leftovers. Even on my birthday, I only could eat the leftover cake.

After hearing Dad's words, Yuki still felt aggrieved, but she was obedient. "Okay. Dad, take care of your health."

For Yuki's concern, Dad felt relaxed and smiled happily.

After hanging up the phone, Mr. Smith teased, "Mr. Jones, you're lucky. Both of your daughters are filial."

Dad replied, "Thanks."

"By the way, why hasn't Winnie brought you dinner today?"

When hearing my name, Dad was stunned for a moment.