Goodbye, My Brother

Part 2

Over the next five days, my body was found one after another, with incredible success.

I guess the murderer did it on purpose. Otherwise, with their methods, I would never see the light of day in my life.

I expected the corpse to be dismembered at most. After all, the man had come extremely close to vent his anger on me.

Facing nearly a hundred broken pieces, I froze and threw up with the restorer.

It was at the time that my brother entered the studio.

Looking at the pile of scattered corpses, he frowned so much.

"Have all the bodies been found? Why are there so many?"

“Mr. Fuentes, all that's missing is the skull. So far we confirm that the victims were two girls, which basically matches the amount of blood at the scene."

My brother covered his mouth and nose, suppressing the physiological retching before asking, "Can the restoration work begin?"

The restorer couldn't bear to look directly at the corpse and sighed, "It's all mixed up, so it’s hard to distinguish. So, it’s extremely difficult to work with them. The probability is that the identity of the deceased will most likely depend on the results of DNA identification. However, we will try our best to piece together the reconstruction. Maybe there will be clues on the body. The only thing that can be confirmed at the moment is that the deceased are two young women, about 25-30 years old."

My brother nodded and fled in a huff, vomiting acid reflux in the restroom. I felt sorry for making him sick because of my dying body

At the task force meeting, my brother boldly expressed his guess, “This murderer tortured two women. Excluding love murder, I can definitely say it was a vendetta. The killer is psychologically strong, but his anti-detection skills are too weak. This is extremely unreasonable, unless he deliberately lets us discover the scene and the body. But then he mixed up the body parts to deliberately make our job harder, as if he was testing whether we could find clues."

My brother was awesome, he guessed everything correctly. It was a pity there was no reward for it.

"Then you mean it is a provocation?"

"It's possible. He may be hiding in the dark and secretly observing our progress. The results of the DNA test will be available tomorrow. I suggest that once the results are obtained, the identity of the deceased should be concealed."

"Zachary, do you suspect that this case is the same as that of the previous case?"

My brother nodded feebly, then veins popped out of his clenched hands when he stated, "If I'm not mistaken, we’ll get other surprises as long as we continue to flounder.”

Henry’s eyes reddened as he heard my brother’s deduction. Then, he turned his back and slammed his fist hard against the wall while cursing, “These damn beasts."

Because of my brother’s speculation, Henry left my brother behind after the meeting was adjourned and said, "Zachary, no matter whether your guess is true or false, you and your sister must pay attention to your personal safety."

“Don't worry, Captain. I will protect Rochelle all my life."

The determination in my brother’s eyes was even more determined than the day he joined the party.

As expected, he was determined to protect my cousin, Rochelle. My lungs felt so congested as if a ball of wet cotton was stuffed in them, so that I felt so uncomfortable as if I was going to die all over again.

Henry frowned and accused him in dissatisfaction, "I'm talking about your biological sister, Hollie."

My brother raised his eyebrows and snorted, "She cherishes her life very much, so you don't need to worry about her safety."

Seeing that my brother didn't care about me, Henry hesitated to speak anymore. In the end, he just patted my brother’s shoulder and advised, "After many years have passed, you still can't let go? She is the only relative your parents have left for you."

"She lied and killed my mother. I can't get over it forever. For me, she doesn't deserve to be my relative, also my only biological sister is Rochelle."

My brother, who had always been calm and collected, had a ferocious look on his face and lost control of his emotions when he mentioned what happened that year.

“Captain, do you know what excessive demands she made of me yesterday? She actually wanted me to celebrate her birthday on the anniversary of our mother's death. She is heartless and delusional that I am going to say happy birthday to her. Oh anyway, today is Rochelle's birthday, so I should go back early, Captain."

I burst into tears. I hadn’t had a birthday in as many years as my mom had been dead.

Fine, I knew I didn't deserve it. But, brother, I really didn't mean to disgust you yesterday. I was just giving you a hint, hoping you would listen and that I would actually hear you say, “Happy Birthday” before I died.

After all, I was expecting too much.