Goodbye, My Brother

Part 4

The next day, my brother received a call and hurriedly made breakfast for Rochelle before leaving.

As a result, Rochelle asked him worriedly, “Brother, is there any clue on that body-shredding case?”

My brother nodded without hesitation and explained, “The murderer was very arrogant and sent a threatening letter directly.”

Rochelle exclaimed, “Isn’t this too arrogant? Brother, you must be careful when you go out.”

“You should too, Rochelle, I suspect the murderer is the same person who killed my father. If you find anything unusual recently, you must seek help immediately.”

Rochelle nodded hurriedly. Then she glanced at her mobile with a pale face and hesitantly said, “Brother, let me tell Hollie too, in case that person gets mad and hurts her….”

“Don’t worry about her. If that person wants to take action, it must be the two of us. You know, she’s just a loser and not worth dealing with.”

A loser?

It turned out I was just a loser for him.

I couldn’t help but laugh through the tears.

After that, my brother rushed to the police station. After seeing him coming, Henry handed him a drawing.

“The Technical Division has expedited identification and found that the blood belongs to one of the deceased.”

The painting was a flower painted with my blood, lifelike. If it weren’t for the unpleasant fishy smell, it would almost be a fine masterpiece.

My brother stared at the painting, completely secretive.

At the moment, the Recovery Division had the latest report, “Captain, we cleared out the bodies of two people overnight. We have made a rough guess at the moment, but one of the deceased is missing two pieces.”

After hearing that, Henry hurriedly took my brother to the studio. It stood to reason that the murderer would not dump the body alone for two separate pieces, unless those two pieces were as crucial a point in breaking the game as the skull.

My brother stared at the missing parts of the body in trance. Maybe the murderer did it intentionally, or maybe he wasn’t skilled enough in dismemberment, since the red birthmark on the bottom of my foot left a little edge.

The corpse had taken on a giant view and the birthmark was somewhat distorted, only vaguely visible as the red birthmarks that should be there.

The other missing piece was my wrist.

When I was a kid, I fell off a tree and got a cross scar on my hand.

If these two pieces were complete, I believed my brother would be able to immediately identify the deceased without the need for a skull or DNA.

My brother turned his eyes away forcefully and continued to stare at the Red Spider Lily in his hand.

His eyes were dim and his voice was hoarse when asking, “Captain, can I access my mother’s car accident case from back in the day?”

The scene of the car accident that killed my mother and my aunt so tragically also had a character that just scribbled ‘Red Spider Lily.’ However, in the end, the case was checked out and closed as an accident.

At the time, the appearance of the Red Spider Lily flower had attracted great attention from my brother and Captain Henry.

Even if one was a painting and the other was a character, which seemed unrelated, Henry believed in my brother’s intuition about the case.

My brother flipped through the case file, compared the two pictures, then exclaimed, “No way… I must have guessed wrong.”

Henry didn’t understand what he meant by this, so he asked, “Zachary, have you made an inference?”

My brother immediately shook his head and explained, “It could just be a coincidence, or Hollie couldn’t have survived back then.”

Henry knew that my brother would get easily agitated when he mentioned me, so he tentatively asked him, “Have you been in contact with Hollie recently? It’s best to remind her about this.”

My brother looked up in displeasure and stated, “Captain Henry, didn’t I tell you? She has nothing to do with me.”

Henry immediately pursued a question, “In other words, she has never contacted you since that day?”

My brother became more and more puzzled.

“I’m sick of her. Why do you keep asking about her?”

I laughed bitterly on the sidelines. Well, you wouldn’t have to worry about me bothering you anymore, brother.

“Captain, experts from the province’s Major Crimes Unit are here and asking to see Mr. Fuentes.”

The female police officer ran in to report, breaking the awkward atmosphere.

“Looking for me?”

“Yes, he specifically asked for Mr. Fuentes.”

Henry glanced at my brother with a frown on his face before ordering him, “Zachary, hurry up, come and see them. I’ll let you know if there’s any new progress about the case.”

In the reception room, the team leader, Eugene Johns, asked him with a serious look on his face, “Mr. Fuentes, have you contacted your sister recently?”

My brother was puzzled when she heard about it, so he couldn’t help asking, “We had breakfast together this morning. What are you….”

“It’s not your cousin, it’s your biological sister, Hollie Fuentez.”

My brother immediately showed disdain and said angrily, “Did she cause trouble outside again? Seeing how anxious you are, did she kill someone?”