Maxwell snorted, "Lena always likes playing this trick. What's wrong with her? It's really disgusting!"

Bob asked in confusion, "But what does this bloody finger mean? Could something have happened to Lena?"

"I don't buy it! She must try to attract my attention. She is just begging me not to divorce her and stay with her!" Maxwell was indifferent.

He then added, "She once knew Mia wanted to see the starry sky under the sea. So, maybe she threatens me that she will hurt Mia!

"She is a bitch. I feel sick just looking at her!

"The more you care about her, the more excited she is! I'd better do an autopsy and find out the truth as soon as quickly."

As a soul, I was floating in the air, feeling empty and sad.

He thought I was a bitch and felt disgusted just by looking at me.

Indeed, I also thought that I was repulsive.

Yet, he didn't know the reason, and I didn’t explain it.

I wondered if he really loved the woman called Mia.

Perhaps because he was afraid that I would really hurt his beloved one, he just threw the photo and the bloody finger into the trash can.

Later, he took out his cell phone and planned to send me a message, only to find that he had already blocked and deleted me earlier.

Thinking twice, he removed my phone number from the blacklist. After that, he called a few times, but no one answered.

He then sent me messages.

[Lena, if you dare to hurt her, I will make you pay for it!]

[Don't play these tricks anymore, you bitch! You disgust me! Even if you die, I won't even look at you!]

[Just sign the divorce agreement. She'll be jealous if I have anything to do with you!]

I felt a dull pain in my chest.

Maxwell was so caring towards me a few months ago. But now, he could utter these harsh words to me. How merciless he was!

I didn't cheat on him, and it was not my fault.

However, I was already dead, and the body in the suitcase was me.

Standing beside the dissecting table made of stainless steel, Maxwell bowed to me first.

He then picked up a silver scalpel and cut right down the middle of my neck.

"The first soft rib is not calcified."

Later, he cut open the chest in one stroke. "Not much fat, no stretch marks, no surgical scars."

He gently twisted the edge of my lung lobe, reporting, "There is some bruising. So, there is severe emphysema in the lungs."

"There are bleeding spots in the pericardium," he added.

"It is mechanical asphyxiation that causes death."

While checking the sensitive parts, he frowned.

It was because it looked terrible.

I doubted if he thought of that case.

It was a rape and dismemberment case he once participated in and solved. At that moment, it shocked everyone in the entire city.

The case also sent me to hell.

Maxwell was very serious and pious when he was working. There was strong light above his head, and he used the scalpel with great skill.

It was the first time I saw him work, but I didn’t expect that I would become the one lying on the dissecting table.

It took him several hours to complete the autopsy. He also carefully wrote the autopsy report and the crime scene analysis report.

He handed over the two reports to Bob and then participated in the meeting.

The whiteboard was covered with photos of my body from various angles.

As the forensic doctor who performed the autopsy, Maxwell made a detailed analysis and summary.

"The deceased is a female, aged 20-25 years old. Based on the digestion of the stomach contents and the state of decomposition of the body, she died approximately 10 days ago.

"There are no stretch marks on her abdomen, but there is a history of pregnancy, so she should have had a miscarriage just before her death."

He paused for a while and frowned.

I wanted to ask Maxwell if he still remembered we once had a child...

Back to reality, he continued to report, "The wounds on the limbs were in a disorderly manner, indicating that the murderer had no experience and patience.

"He was excited and anxious perhaps because it was his first time killing someone. Or perhaps he was intentionally torturing the victim. In any case, the means of offense was cruel.

"Severe emphysema was found in the lungs. Poisoning was ruled out. It confirmed that she died from suffocation.

"The murderer is extremely cruel. It is suspected that he had a deep hatred for the deceased or the deceased's family...

"He killed and dismembered the woman just to vent his anger and seek revenge!"

At this time, everyone present was silent.

Bob said in a deep voice, "It's so similar."

Others knew which case he was talking about.

That case was something that few people could forget.

"So, there is another possibility. Someone who knew about the case provoked the police deliberately and retaliated against them!"

Everyone present agreed with Bob.

"But... there are no missing police officers. Their family members are not missed."

A police officer was curious.

"If there is someone who has been missing for such a long time, why didn't anyone report it?"

Maxwell stared at the photo of the body. "The DNA of the deceased has been urgently identified, and there is no match yet."

Bob rubbed his brows. "No matter what, we should first determine the source of the corpse. After confirming the identity of the deceased, we can identify the murderer more quickly.

"There was only a torso in this suitcase. Perhaps because the limbs have special marks that could identify the deceased, the murderer deliberately hid this part to delay the identification of the deceased.

"Or perhaps because the 24-inch suitcase can't hold an adult's body, it was dumped in two containers.

"If it is the second case, then the second location where the body was dumped would not be far away from the first one."

Hearing this, Maxwell frowned again. He was a little stunned when he heard these words.

I unconsciously touched the back of my left hand, where there was a large scar.

Last year when I was trying to learn how to cook a dish he liked, I accidentally knocked over the pot. The boiling oil burned my hands, and blisters formed instantly.

He felt very guilty about leaving it on my hand. After that, he applied medicine to me personally every day.

I wondered if he could recognize me after seeing that left arm.

Another person asked, "Since the murderer damaged the victim's private part cruelly, did it mean that he hated the woman so much? For example, he thought the woman was a slut, or he was betrayed by women like her, or his relatives were insulted in this way. Otherwise, he didn’t take revenge in the same way, right?"

Maxwell's eyebrows twitched suddenly, as if he thought of something.

Then, a look of disgust appeared on his face.

It might remind him of me. In his view, I was a slut.

Bob subconsciously glanced at Maxwell and asked in a low voice, "Did Lena reply to your message?"