After the True Heiress Died, Her Brother Went Mad

When I was dismembered and thrown into the septic tank, my brother Jack Scott was making soup for his fake sister Anna Scott.

Before my death, the murderer forced me to call Jack in order to tease me.

Before I could say anything, Jack said angrily, "You dared to hurt Anna, and now you still have the nerve to call me. You beast, why don't you die?" Then he hung up the phone.

As he wished, I really died.

Jack, a forensic pathologist, pieced together the 107 pieces of the deceased with his own hands and concluded that the deceased had been subjected to inhuman abuse before her death.

But he didn't recognize that the deceased was me, his most hated sister.

***

Seven days after my death, my body was finally found in a septic tank in the suburbs.

The police cordoned off the scene immediately.

Even the criminal police who were used to terrible scenes were still disgusted by the scene and retched frequently.

When Jack arrived with his box and assistant, the five black plastic bags containing my body parts had just been salvaged.

As soon as he opened it, the assistant couldn't help but ran to the side and vomited.

Jack just frowned slightly.

I lowered my head in shame. "Sorry, Jack. I'm sorry to disgust you even after I died."

The captain of the criminal police team, Toby James, came over and patted Jack on the shoulder. "How is it? Did you find anything?"

Jack shook his head, "Judging from the pelvic bones and skin tissue, the deceased is a young woman. We will have to wait for the autopsy to find out the details."

Toby spat, "Damn it! It's been a long time since such a heinous case happened in our city. The means were so brutal. How much hatred must the murderer have for the victim?"

Jack was still thinking about the case, pursing his lips and saying nothing.

On the way back to the police station, Toby glanced at him carefully and casually said, "By the way, your sister Helen Jones will graduate in a few months. When the time comes, apply for her to be transferred to our police station. It would be great if you two could punish evildoers together."

When Jack heard my name, his eyes turned cold and his mouth drooped. "I have told you not to mention her in front of me many times. I only have one sister, and that is Anna."

Toby sighed, then said, "Jack, that happened many years ago, and Helen was just a child at the time."

"Child?"

Jack sneered, "Don't insult the word. She is a beast. If it weren't for her, how could my parents die? A few days ago, Anna celebrated her birthday, and Helen deliberately caused her to have an allergy and go to the hospital. She has such a vicious mind. How could she be my sister?"

My eyes reddened and I tried desperately to explain that I didn't. Anna bought the cake herself.

But no matter how I explained, they couldn't hear me.

Just like five years before, no matter how I had denied it, Jack hadn't believed that I wasn't the one who killed our parents.

He had kicked me out of the house, forbidden me to pray at the tombs of our parents, and even forbidden me to have the last name Scott.

Afterwards, he gave all his love to Anna, the murderer who killed our parents and me!