After I Died, My Father Knelt in Front of My Grave to Apologize

In the afternoon, Max handed my information to Dad.

"The victim was a female, aged between 20 and 25. She died of excessive blood loss. Judging from the wounds on the corpse, the murder weapon should be a fruit knife commonly used in the kitchen. There are about 300 cuts on the corpse, and the fatal cuts are on the wrists of both hands. The head was neatly cut, and it should have been cut off after the victim's death. It hasn't been found yet."

Dad flipped through the documents page by page and cursed softly, "Beast!"

After confirming that the information was correct, Dad gave it to Mr. Smith, the police captain.

"The criminal dumped the corpse next to a trash can. It's evident that he isn't afraid of the police finding it. Such an extreme case hasn't happened in the past ten years.

"Have you found out the identity of the woman?" Mr. Smith asked Dad.

Dad shook his head. "Not yet." After a pause, he continued. "Hasn't the head been found yet? If it's found, we'll confirm the identity quickly."

Mr. Smith also shook his head. "The criminal were strange. He left all the body parts next to the trash can, but took the head away. Was his purpose to prevent us from finding the identity of the deceased?"

I was a little disappointed. The birthmark on my thigh was obvious, but Dad didn't recognize me.

He always used that birthmark to blame me, "It was because of your ugly birthmark that your mom died! No other girl would have such a big birthmark! This is the root of trouble!"