As I was being brutally murdered and dismembered, my wife was in bed with her ex-boyfriend, lost in passion.

When she hung up on my desperate call for help, she said, "Get lost! You disgust me, you filthy man! Even if you die, I won't spare you a glance!"

Ten days later, she performed an autopsy on a male corpse curled up in a suitcase.

The killer had tortured and dismembered the victim with extreme cruelty, clearly seeking revenge.

She didn't realize that this mutilated body was her despised, "filthy" husband.

After killing me, the murderer stuffed me into a suitcase and threw it into the river.

Ten days later, the suitcase floated downstream, got caught on a large bridge pier, and washed up on the riverbank.

Police tape cordoned off the entire area.

My soul, separated from my body, floated in the air, watching a mud-covered 24-inch suitcase standing alone.

The corpse inside emitted a foul odor.

So this is how disgusting I've become after death.

Among the police officers, my wife Chloe Jones arrived with her toolkit. She got out of the forensic van, made her way through the crowd, and ducked under the police tape.

She was the youngest and most promising medical examiner in the city, having helped solve several major cases.

The initial assessment given by the medical examiner often influences the investigation's direction.

That's why she always arrived first.

As she put on her gloves, she asked, "Has anyone else touched the suitcase?"

A gust of wind carried the distinct smell of the corpse, causing several officers to gag involuntarily, unable to look at my body.

Receiving a negative response, Chloe bent down and waved her hand, scattering the flies covering my body.

My corpse was wearing a worn-out blue jacket.

Her hand paused, and she frowned.

My soul felt anxious.

Did she recognize me?

That jacket was a birthday gift she had bought for me last year.

Unfortunately, she merely furrowed her brow, opened my clothes, and pressed her hand against my abdomen.

"The intestines are filled with putrefaction gases," she said.

Based on the degree of decomposition, she roughly estimated the time of death.

"Death occurred approximately 5-10 days ago."

Soon, my torso was lifted onto a stretcher, placed in a black body bag, and sent back to the police station.

At that moment, her phone buzzed.

Seeing the message notification, she smiled slightly and immediately opened it.

"Chloe, come back soon, I miss you!"

She replied with a voice message, "Okay, wait for me."

Her voice was uncharacteristically gentle.

She never used voice messages to reply to mine.

She would only coldly type a single "Mm."

My heart ached with bitterness.

Chloe, during the days and nights I was gone, were you always intimately entangled with him?

Just as she returned to the police station, Officer James patted her shoulder.

"Chloe, don't work overtime tonight. Leave on time and go home to spend time with Hans Lane. Couples shouldn't let grudges linger overnight..."

At the mention of my name, Chloe's face twisted with disgust.

"Captain James, don't mention him. It's over between us. I've already sent him the divorce papers."

James sighed, "Ah, you're good in every way except for being too stubborn! Couldn't you talk things out with Hans instead of rushing to divorce? Is it because of Gene Lewis..."

Chloe frowned and quickly interrupted, "This has nothing to do with Gene. Hans doesn't deserve to be mentioned in the same breath as him. This time Hans went too far. I gave him chances, but he... What he did is something no woman could tolerate."

Captain James insisted, "I don't think Hans is that kind of person. Could there be some misunderstanding?"

At that moment, an officer brought in a package.

It was a box with the sender's and recipient's names handwritten on it.

The sender's name was mine.

Chloe looked disgusted and was about to throw the box away, but Captain James had already opened it. A smell of blood wafted out, and when he saw what was inside, Captain James was startled.

The box contained a bloody finger and a photograph.

Chloe picked up the finger with an evidence bag.

"The finger is fake, and the blood is red paint," she said.

The photograph was taken with a film camera.

It showed what appeared to be a dark room covered in glowing lights.

It looked like...

"A starry sky?" Captain James examined the photo. "What does this mean?"

Chloe scoffed, "Playing these tricks again. Who knows what's going on in his head? It's nauseating!"

Captain James looked puzzled, "But what does this bloody finger represent? Could Hans be in trouble?"

"What trouble could he be in? He's just trying to get my attention, begging me not to divorce him, pleading for me to stay with him!"

"He knows Gene once said he wanted to see an underwater starry sky. By sending me this, he's deliberately threatening me, saying he'll harm Gene!"

"That filthy man with his vicious thoughts, I feel sick just looking at it!"

"The more attention we give him, the worse he gets! I'd rather go autopsy the corpse and bring justice to the deceased sooner."

My soul floated in the air, my heart feeling empty and desolate.

So... she thinks I'm filthy, and looking at me makes her sick.

Yes, I feel dirty too...

But what made me become so dirty...

In her heart, who is clean?

Her ex-boyfriend?

Perhaps fearing that I might harm her ex-boyfriend, Chloe threw the photo and the bloody finger into the trash.

Then she took out her phone, intending to send me a message, only to realize she had long since blocked me.

So she unblocked my number and called a few times, but there was no answer.

Her fingers quickly typed out a string of words.

"Hans, if you dare harm Gene, I'll make you pay dearly!"

"Stop playing these games. You're so filthy that I feel sick just seeing you! Even if you die, I won't spare you a glance!"

"Sign the divorce papers quickly. If I have any connection with you, he'll get jealous!"

Hearing her words, my heart ached.

Just a few months ago, Chloe and I were deeply in love, but now she speaks to me with such cruelty, showing no mercy at all...

Even if I'm dirty, it's not my fault...

I'm already dead...

The dismembered body in the suitcase is me...

Chloe bowed slightly as she stood by the stainless steel autopsy table.

She picked up a silver scalpel and made an incision in the middle of my neck.

"First rib hasn't calcified," she muttered, gliding the blade through my chest cavity.

"Minimal fat, no surgical scars."

She pinched my lung, noting, "Dark bruises. Severe emphysema."

"Pericardial hemorrhages."

"Mechanical asphyxiation."

Her frown deepened when she reached a sensitive area.

It was empty.

Did that case cross her mind?

The shocking rape and murder that shook our city—the one that dragged me to hell.

Chloe worked with intense focus, the cold light above casting her in an almost sacred glow. Her scalpel moved with practiced precision.

She looked both sacred and devout.

Ironic that my first time seeing her work, I'm the corpse on her table.

Hours later, she finished the autopsy and handed her meticulous reports to Detective James.

They joined the meeting, where photos of my body were plastered on the whiteboard.

Chloe delivered her analysis, "Male, 20 to 25 years old. Based on stomach contents and decomposition, death occurred about ten days ago.

Genitalia removed—likely revenge-motivated."

She paused, brow furrowing.

"Chaotic limb wounds suggest an inexperienced, impatient killer. First-time murderer, perhaps? Or deliberate torture. Extremely brutal either way."

"Lung emphysema rules out poisoning. Confirmed asphyxiation."

"The dismemberment screams anger and vengeance."

...

Silence fell.

"It's too similar," James said gravely.

Everyone knew which case he meant—the one that still haunted them.

"Could be someone provoking us, seeking revenge for that old case," James suggested.

The team agreed.

"But we don't have any missing officers or family members," an officer pointed out.

"How does an adult vanish without anyone noticing?"

Chloe, eyes fixed on the photos, said, "DNA's been run. No matches."

James rubbed his temples. "We need to ID the body ASAP to narrow down suspects."

"The suitcase only held the torso. Either the limbs have identifying marks the killer's hiding, or..."

"A 24-inch case couldn't fit a whole adult. Two disposal sites, then."

"If so, the second can't be far."

Chloe's frown deepened at the mention of the left arm.

I touched the scar on my left hand—a reminder of when I'd tried cooking her favorite dish and spilled boiling oil.

She'd felt so guilty, tending to it daily.

If she saw that arm, would she recognize me?

Someone suggested the genital mutilation might indicate hatred towards men.

"Past abuse? Betrayal? Or avenging a loved one?"

Chloe's brow twitched, disgust flashing across her face.

Thinking of me, the "filthy" one?

James whispered to her, "Any word from Hans?"

If this was revenge against the police, Chloe—who'd done the original autopsy—was the likely target.

That person had sworn to make her regret it.

Chloe gripped her phone. "I've blocked Hans. Only divorce talk gets through."

James nodded, returning to the case.

He decided to lead a team to test the river's flow, estimate the dump site, and search for other body parts.

Another team would check missing people's reports.

I floated above, eyeing the discarded "starry sky" photo in the trash.

The clue she'd missed, like everything else about me.

"Go home, Chloe. It's late," James urged.

Her phone pinged—a message from Gene, "Come home, I made your favorite."

She smiled softly, setting down her work.

"Okay."

My heart shattered.

Chloe, the workaholic who'd stay at the office for days—I never dared disturb her.

But Gene's message was all it took to pull her away.

Clearly, in her heart, I—the "filthy" one—could never compare to him.

I floated back home with her.

So this is where she's been hiding him...

It's an expensive, luxurious apartment that Chloe rented for Gene using our shared marital assets, fearing I might harm him.

Gene, her ex-boyfriend, her "white moonlight."

The one she imagined I would cruelly harm.

For the three months, she didn't come home at night, she was here, entangled with him, even when I died.

The house was brightly lit. She wore a loose white shirt, looking as if she had stepped out of a manga, clean and ethereal.

Seeing Chloe return, Gene smiled tenderly, pulling her into his arms and planting a kiss on her forehead.

"Chloe, why are you back so late..."

Chloe naturally nestled into his embrace, very intimate.

"There was a case. I got busy and ran late."

After dinner, they cuddled for a while before Gene led Chloe to the balcony, where there was a professional astronomical telescope.

"Chloe, look! What a beautiful starry sky!"

Hearing the words "starry sky," Chloe seemed to remember something and hesitated.

"Gene, do you know about those starry skies with fluorescent colors?"

Gene was very curious. "Fluorescent starry skies? That must be beautiful! Have you seen them? I love starry skies! Can you take me to see them?"

Chloe smiled, "Sure, I'll definitely find those fluorescent starry skies for you to see."

Watching their affectionate exchange, my heart felt like it was being cut by a knife.

Chloe, did you just notice something odd?

The starry sky in that photo is completely different from the real one.

Those fluorescent points of light, can you really not guess what they are?

Or... is it because it's related to me that you simply don't want to guess?

"You came back so late, did you encounter a tricky case?"

"Yes, we found a male corpse. Only the torso remained; the head and limbs were cut off, even the genitals. It's likely a revenge killing."

"Oh, such a terrible death... Have you found any clues?"

"We've made some discoveries. We should be able to identify the victim and find the killer soon. Don't go out for a while; I'm afraid Hans might go crazy and hurt you again."

Gene held his wife in his arms, his eyes concealing a secret pride.

"Chloe, you're with me every day. Won't Hans... be unhappy about that?"

Hearing Gene mention me, Chloe's face darkened.

"What right does he have to be unhappy? He's so filthy and disgusting. He can't even compare to your little finger."

My heart filled with sorrow.

Don't you know that the person you love now is a demon?

The next day at noon, while Chloe was busy in the autopsy room, Officer James rushed in with a photo.

"Chloe! Have you contacted Hans? I've been calling him but he's not answering!"

Without looking up, Chloe replied, "Why would I contact that disgusting man?"

Officer James, sweating profusely, slammed the photo in front of Chloe.

"We found the body dump site! It's in the west of the city, only about ten miles from here! We've been investigating all morning. Someone saw a male corpse in a blue T-shirt. We compared the CCTV footage, and although it's only a side profile, it looks a lot like Hans! The dump site is very close to your house!"

Chloe's busy hands paused.

"There are plenty of blue T-shirts in the world, and even more people wearing them. It's just a coincidence."

"He's such a vicious person, even if I died, he wouldn't. Good people don't live long."

"If he could do such disgusting things, he deserves to die!"

"If he's dead, I'd be relieved."

I floated over to look, and my heart suddenly jolted. It was indeed me.

The photo seemed to be a screenshot from a video, with poor resolution. Unless you were very close to the person, it would be hard to identify someone from such a blurry side profile.

But the scar on my left arm was relatively clear.

Another officer rushed in urgently.

"Captain James, we have a lead!"

Chloe, you were so close, just a little bit more.

If only you had looked up, you would have known that the person in the photo was me, that the male corpse was me...

If you knew I was dead, would you be happy?

The officer brought a letter, with large words written in blood, "Guess who I am? Hint—starry sky."

Everyone gathered around the blood letter, speculating.

"Starry sky? Does it refer to yesterday's starry sky photo? What does it mean?"

A trace of disgust flashed in Chloe's eyes.

She took out her phone and sent me a message.

"Hans, aren't you disgusting! Do you think I'll change my mind if you play these tricks? Let me tell you, in the next life, and the life after that, I will never be with a filthy and vicious person like you again!"

"If you're not dead, hurry up and sign the divorce papers. Being married to you was the biggest stain on my life!"

Officer James looked grave. "Chloe, maybe we should investigate this. Hans doesn't seem like the type to play such jokes."

Chloe disagreed, "That man is like a mad dog. There's no need to pay attention to him."

She then buried herself in her work.

Officer James felt something was wrong. He took a few people to the dump and searched for hours before finally finding the "starry sky" photo.

A group of people examined the photo for a long time.

"These stars are strange. Looking at the background of the photo, it's in a room. How can there be stars in a room?"

"The color of the stars is also strange, it looks more like..."

Officer James suddenly tensed, a chill running down his spine.

"...Luminol reagent."

He instantly realized something and ran towards the autopsy room.

"It's terrible, Chloe! Something bad has happened to Hans!"

Chloe's slender fingers gripped the scalpel, not even lifting her head.

"Even if he's dead, it has nothing to do with me."

Officer James's voice trembled slightly as he urgently said, "The starry sky photo! It's blood... all blood! The photo was taken at a murder scene!"