When I Died, My Brother was Ordering Flowers for His Adopted Sister

"Why would I be? It must have been a major case for you. So, I won't be so ignorant to be mad at you."

Looking at Freya's charming smile, my brother felt relieved and said, "I almost forgot. You're not Molly."

Freya handed the dessert she had just baked to my brother, but this time, he didn't seem to take the dessert as a taboo.

He took a bite of the cake and didn't forget to compliment Freya.

Just as my brother finished eating a piece of bread, Captain Lewis called.

"You'd better come over. There's a package for you at the bureau with Molly's name on it and a birthday card wishing her a happy birthday."

Ever since my body was found in delivery boxes, all packages at the police station had to be opened in the presence of the task force.

As soon as my brother heard my name, his face turned cold, and he retorted sternly,

"Don't mention Molly to me. From the day we got the case until now, I haven't received any news from her. Now, she's sending me a package. Is it her ashes?"

A bitter smile appeared on my face.

"It's not ashes. It's the only clue I left behind." I said silently.

I never expected that my brother's hatred for me would make him disregard this case.

Captain Lewis remained silent for a while before speaking, "To avoid breaking the rules, I'll open it for you first."

My brother hung up the phone directly, not wanting to hear any news about me.

But before he could finish another bite of cake, Captain Lewis' phone call came again.

Losing patience, my brother answered the call and put it on speakerphone.

Freya looked pleased, her eyes filled with disdainful laughter.

"It's a birthday cake."

Captain Lewis' words instantly made my brother slam the table.

"Are you kidding me? What the hell is wrong with Molly? I've already scolded her but she still sent it to the police station! I'm going to ask her what she means by this!"

Captain Lewis hurriedly spoke, "I smashed the cake. Inside was a severed finger. I'm not sure if it's the missing one from the body. It's best if you come back and take a look."

The seriousness in his tone forced my brother to take it seriously.

After hanging up the phone, Freya asked my brother concernedly, "Is there any progress on the case?"

But this time, my brother didn't reply; he just kept dialing my number.

However, all he heard was a busy tone repeated over and over again.

At the same time, Captain Lewis sent my brother a message.

The photo showed the severed finger in the cake, with two knife marks carved on it.

The angle was the same as it was eight years ago.

My brother's face turned pale instantly, and his lips trembled.

He rushed to the door and picked up the key.

Before leaving, he turned around and reminded Freya, "I'll be gone for a few days. Don't leave the house! Stay at home and wait for me!"

He locked the door and didn't see Freya, who was sitting on the sofa, wearing a cold and sneering face.

On his way to the bureau, the department responsible for forensic examination called, and my brother abruptly stopped in the middle of the road.

"The identity of the deceased has been confirmed!"