After Killing His Parents, I Put Him In A Mental Hospital

My soul drifted involuntarily to the dissecting room.

Stephen, wearing a white coat and a strong cold light on his head, solemnly bowed to my body in front of the stainless steel dissecting table.

Then, he pieced my broken body together, bit by bit.

This was the first time I had entered the dissecting room and seen him at work.

Focused, serious, and sacred.

And I, on his dissecting table, about to be dissected.

He carefully placed the completely unrecognizable head on the just assembled body, as gently as he had tucked my broken hair behind my ear years ago.

He checked while the assistant recorded.

"Deceased, female, aged 23 to 28. Based on the degree of decomposition of the body, the estimated time of death is 8-12 days ago."

"There are signs of life at the wound. The deceased was dismembered while still alive..."

The assistant sighed, "It's really pitiful. How much hatred must the deceased have to endure such torture at such a young age."

He said, frowning, seemingly lamenting the fact that such a young person died so tragically.

He picked up a gleaming surgical knife, size 24, and cut straight into the middle of my neck. The blade slid, cutting open the chest and abdomen.

"The victim's head was repeatedly struck with a blunt object, causing severe brain damage."

"The face was corroded by strong acid... with signs of plastic surgery..."

"There are multiple binding injuries and stab wounds all over the body... The victim endured a long period of inhumane torture before death."

"And the stomach contents... cement!"

The assistant next to him almost screamed.

"What a sicko! Killing someone is not enough. How much hatred and resentment must there be to torture the victim like this, pouring cement into their stomach..."

Stephen carefully picked out a torn and corroded piece of paper from my stomach contents.

"There are words on it, there may be clues, send it to the forensic science department for examination immediately!"

The assistant wondered, "What kind of person and under what circumstances, would swallow paper into their stomach?"

I looked at the paper ball that I had swallowed into my stomach, feeling very nervous.

Could the writing on it really be restored?

Is my secret going to be exposed to the public? I thought.

After Stephen dissected, he skillfully sutured the abdominal cavity.

However, it would take a long time to repair my face and sew up my severed limbs.

At this moment, a young police officer rushed over anxiously.

"Mr. Green, the old woman who found the body insists on seeing you before revealing the location where the body was dumped. Do you know her? Is there any connection between you and the deceased?"

Stephen's breath paused, and his whole body stiffened.

"What did you say?"

He stared at the body on the dissecting table, his hand holding the surgical knife trembling slightly, with a complex expression that I couldn't understand.

After a while, he put down the surgical knife and hurriedly rushed out.

Even though I knew deep down that my body had become so decayed that I couldn't even recognize myself, how could he possibly recognize me?

But I couldn't help but feel nervous.

We have been in love for seven years, so he naturally knew my figure very well.

Would he... recognize me?

Please, don't recognize me... I thought.

When Stephen saw my grandma, he seemed a bit dazed and lost.

He had seen her once before, but at that time, she was still a spirited and smiling old lady.

But she in front of him was hunched over, skinny, and lifeless all over.

He seemed to recognize it, but he didn't dare to admit it.

At the moment when Stephen appeared, my grandma suddenly stood up and looked into his eyes, which were turbid, red, and filled with complex emotions.

After a long time, she finally calmed down and pleaded,

"Mr. Green, I am Betty's grandmother. I would like to ask you for a favor."