After I, Wynn Jaffe, the Chief Forensic Pathologist, submitted my request to transfer into a clerical position, everyone in the department lit up with joy and approved it unanimously.

Everyone except my boyfriend’s childhood friend, Yvette Hans, the rookie forensic doctor who called herself the ‘corpse whisperer,’ completely broke down.

She burst into my office, grabbed onto my white coat with both hands with reddened eyes.

“Senior, your skills may be outdated, but I truly hope you’ll stay and keep speaking up for the victims!”

I coldly shrugged off her hand, packed my things, and walked away.

In my previous life, she claimed herself as the ‘corpse whisperer,’ someone who could commune with the dead, hear their murmurs, and know what happened to them before they died.

I worked tirelessly on every autopsy, dissecting, analyzing, and revising my reports.

She only needed a single glance at the body to recite my entire report word-for-word.

The victims’ families treated her like a saint, while they sneered at me, accusing me of disrespecting the dead.

I could not accept it. I poured everything I had into every examination, but she always beat me to it, revealing the truth before I could.

In the end, an extreme group of grieving family members, convinced I desecrated a corpse, kidnapped me, dismembered me, and dumped my remains in the wilderness.

When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn back to the very day Yvette first claimed she was a corpse whisperer.

“Mr. Lyons, the autopsy report is ready.”

A colleague’s voice rang in my ears. I jerked my head up and froze at the sight of several familiar faces.

“Dr. Jaffe, how many pages did you write this time?” Someone mocked me with his tone dripped with contempt.

I sprang to my feet with widened eyes.

When I looked at the familiar autopsy room, it hit me that I had been reborn on the very day my boyfriend’s childhood friend claimed to be a ‘corpse whisperer.’

“Dr. Jaffe, are you okay?”

One of my colleagues was startled by my reaction and asked with concern.

I could not be bothered to answer her. I shoved open the autopsy room door, rushed to the desk, and grabbed the freshly printed report.

The pages were filled with meticulous notes, the results of my painstaking autopsies and careful analysis.

I rushed into the office, determined to report my findings before Yvette could.

However, just as I opened my mouth, her voice cut through the air.

“The victim exhibits dark red livor mortis, with blood-tinged froth present in the oral and nasal cavities. The cause of death is manual strangulation. The perpetrator is approximately five feet seven inches, and the estimated time of death is between midnight and 1 a.m. last night.”

I whipped around. Yvette stood in the doorway. Her gaze was confident and unwavering.

My face went pale white. The colleague beside me asked her, “How do you know that?”

Yvette smiled faintly and answered bluntly,

“I never had the chance to mention it before. I am actually a corpse whisperer. I can sense the spiritual world, hear the whispers of the dead, and know what they went through in life.”

In an instant, the world spun around me, and my vision went black.

The scene was exactly the same as in my previous life.

From that day onward, Yvette’s identity as a corpse whisperer spread like wildfire. She became a sensation.

Rumor had it, she was a messenger of the Nine Nether Realms, descended to the mortal world to save souls.

She could coax the dead into revealing their stories without them suffering the second trauma of an autopsy.

Families who had been afraid of the very idea of postmortem examinations began treating her like a deity.

“What do you need a Chief Forensic Pathologist for? She solves everything in one sentence, while you just keep tormenting the bodies!”

“You disrespect the dead. Do you even care what will happen to you?”

Their shouts and curses rained on me, but I never believed in ghosts or spirits.

I refused to give up. After that, I poured every ounce of skill I had into the autopsy for every case, determined to prove myself.

Yet every time, Yvette always beats me to it, exposing the truth first.

Eventually, families who feared autopsies saw me as a desecrator of the dead.

They accused me of “defiling” the victims’ bodies, kidnapped me, brutally dismembered me, and left my remains in the wilderness.

My parents were devastated. They tried everything to bring justice and punish the culprits.

However, Yvette, wielding her corpse whisperer’s identity, casually lied that I had fallen off a cliff and been eaten by wild animals.

My parents refused to believe it and demanded she be punished, but the other victims’ families joined in persecuting them, leaving them to die in grief and injustice.

Now, when I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Yvette first claimed she was a corpse whisperer.

This time, I would uncover the truth and prevent the tragedy from repeating itself!

“Seriously? A corpse whisperer? That sounds ridiculous.”

“Who knows. Maybe she just made it up.”

My colleagues eyed Yvette suspiciously, whispering among themselves.

Just then, my boyfriend, Gene Lyons, took the autopsy report from my hands. After flipping through it, he nodded approvingly at her.

“Yvette’s right. What she said matches everything Wynn wrote!”

Immediately, the surrounding crowd buzzed with reactions. Some gasped while others murmured in admiration.

The same people who doubted Yvette moments ago all turned strange looks toward me.

Someone muttered under their breath,

“Dr. Jaffe, you are always so slow. Honestly, it looks like Yvette’s better than you.”

“Exactly. She sums it up in a few sentences, while you craft entire essays. It gives me a headache just reading them!”

Their mocking words sent a cold shiver through me.

I forced myself to stay calm. This new life had only just begun. I still had a chance to change things.

I was certain of one thing. There was no way Yvette knew the autopsy conclusions in advance because of some corpse whisperer ability.

She had to be getting that information some other way. Someone must have leaked the results to her.

The next day, I insisted on examining the body alone and barred anyone from entering before the autopsy.

Yvette stood at the doorway, looking wronged.

“Wynn, I don’t understand. What did I do to make you treat me this way?”

My colleagues gave me disapproving looks when they saw this.

I ignored them. After thinking it through last night, I suspected someone had been sneaking a look at my autopsy reports and feeding the information to Yvette. That was how she was able to get ahead and say the same things.

Therefore, I would conduct the autopsy alone today. I wanted to see what tricks she would try this time!

Once the autopsy room door shut, I finally felt able to work in peace.

An hour later, I walked out with the freshly written report and presented it.

However, as soon as everyone saw it, their expressions twisted strangely.

A wave of unease rose in my chest.

Right then, Yvette spoke,

“Dr. Jaffe, I already went over all of this earlier. Coming over now seems unnecessary, don’t you think?”

I stared at the group in shock. Even a few colleagues I was close to nodded in agreement.

I froze on the spot, completely dumbstruck.

I had done the entire autopsy alone. No one else touched the report.

So how on earth did she still know everything beforehand?

I replayed every detail of every autopsy, searching for the slightest clue.

Then suddenly, there was a flash of insight. I remembered something I had completely overlooked.

Before every autopsy, Yvette always went to the morgue early and stayed for a long time.

My heart skipped. Perhaps that was where I could start.

That night, I swapped the body scheduled for the next day’s autopsy with a different one and hid a small camera in the morgue.

Sure enough, not long after work hours, Yvette appeared on the footage.

She carefully examined the body, then restored everything to its original state before leaving.

A thrill ran through me as I realized my plan had succeeded.

The next morning, I set up for the autopsy. After what happened yesterday, I decided to perform it in front of everyone.

That way, I could deliver the conclusions immediately.

Yvette noticed and smiled.

“No solo autopsy today, Dr. Jaffe?

“I get it. You are afraid I will steal your thunder again, but the corpse‑whisperer ability is something with which I was born. Being jealous will not change that.”

I ignored her. All I wanted was to expose her lies.

Once the team gathered, I began the autopsy and announced my findings.

However, no matter what I said, she always managed to say it first every single time.

A chill shot down my spine. She examined a different body yesterday. There was no way she should know any of this.

So how was she still getting everything right?!

I stared at her, searching her confident expression for even the slightest crack. She only gave me a smile.

My mind spiraled into chaos. The more I tried to make sense of it, the more anxious I became. Finally, I had no choice but to stop.

Gene frowned at me.

“Wynn, what is wrong with you? Your efficiency is terrible. You can’t even keep up with Yvette!”

My heart sank. I tried to explain,

“I…”

Still, he cut me off immediately. “Enough. With your condition right now, you should take a break. Yvette’s abilities speak for themselves. She’ll take over the rest!”

My colleagues dispersed one by one, leaving me standing alone.

No matter how hard I tried to think it through, I still could not understand how Yvette did it.

No matter how many times I went over it, I came up empty.

After that day, I was completely overshadowed by Yvette.

The police bureau's attention to her grew by the day, while their attitude toward me became increasingly cold.

My colleagues looked at me with nothing but disdain. It was as though I was completely unnecessary.

“I heard Yvette the corpse whisperer’s reputation has spread to other units. That really makes the police chief look good!”

“Exactly. And then there is that so-called ‘Chief Forensic Pathologist’? Don’t embarrass yourself here!”

I worked tirelessly every day to prove myself, yet every time Yvette easily outshone me. All my efforts felt utterly wasted.

Her reputation had also reached the families of the victims.

Families who had previously agreed to autopsies now came to the police bureau, protested, and accused me of desecrating the bodies.

“If there is a corpse whisperer at the police bureau, why are you cutting into my son’s body? He did not even get a whole body!”

“What so-called expert? I say she’s just a cruel, heartless villain!”

It was not until the chief intervened that the situation finally calmed down.

Meanwhile, Yvette’s fame skyrocketed. Major universities in the city invited her to give lectures.

She had barely left when another horrific case occurred.

This time, the victim was a female student. Her face was slashed, her head severed and impaled on a steel rod.

Due to the brutal nature of the crime, the provincial authorities ordered the case to be solved as quickly as possible.

During the autopsy stage, the victim’s family adamantly refused to allow the examination. They protested loudly, “Isn’t there a corpse whisperer? Let her talk to the victim!”

However, Yvette was not available, so the police bureau had no choice but to painstakingly convince the family to allow the autopsy.

After several hours of careful persuasion, the chief finally won them over. He reminded me,

“Wynn, you need to make the most of this opportunity. People outside have started judging you, but if you can crack this case, it’ll be a major accomplishment, and no one will dare criticize you after that.”

I threw myself into the work, staying awake all night to complete the autopsy report, desperate to reclaim even a sliver of dignity.

However, just as I was about to present the report to the family and my superiors, Yvette suddenly appeared.

She stood in front of the crowd and said,

“The estimated time of death is approximately 3 a.m. The neck shows irregular incised wounds, one edge blunt, the other sharp, with tissue bridging, consistent with a heavy, sharp-edged weapon.

“Multiple sharp-force injuries to the face, varying in depth, indicate intense anger toward the victim. Evidence suggests the perpetrator was likely someone familiar to her.

“I’m sorry I’m late. If I had arrived sooner, the body could have been preserved intact.”

Her words hit me like a bolt from the blue, freezing me in place.

A chill ran straight up my spine.

Every single thing she just said was exactly what I had planned to say, word for word!