I Died, My Sister Helped Me Catch the Murderer

"No matter who is in trouble, nothing will happen to her. No one is more timid than her. I just hope she doesn't cause any trouble for me. Even if she dies, she'd better stay far away from me."

I thought, “Jocelyn, I cannot stay far away from you.

I'm right next to you.”

"After all these years, can't you still forget what had happened?"

"My mother lost her legs in order to save her, but she didn't even shed a tear or say a word. She is a demon. A cold-blooded monster like her shouldn't be alive. I feel sick every time I see those eyes that look like mine."

Jocelyn suddenly turned around and looked at me.

Had she remembered anything?

Had she recognized my eyes?

However, she looked at the iron stick next to me.

"She is only in her early twenties. If possible, I would rather have that inhuman monster lying here."

Every time Jocelyn mentioned me, she was full of hatred.

This time, I finally made her happy.

It was because the person lying there was me, her sister.

As for my mother, I felt guilty and afraid.

I didn't know how to face my mother. She had both legs amputated to save me.

Every night, I beat my legs in self-blame.

Why wasn't I the one who had the legs amputated?

Before I died, those men came to my home and wanted to see Jocelyn frequently.

They look ferocious and scary.

They were going to wait for Jocelyn on the road.

I was so scared that Jocelyn would meet them.

Therefore, I lied and said I was Jocelyn.

They didn't know what Jocelyn looked like, so they mistook me for her.

They took me into their van.

I was scared.

I thought they would, at most, teach me a lesson, but I didn't expect to be unable to come back.

Jocelyn remembered something and went out with her phone.

She went to call Tristan.

"Tristan, don't run around during these day. Be cautious all the time, OK?

"Be good. I'll buy you Lego when I get home."

The house is full of Tristan's Legos.

I wished Jocelyn could love me once.

However, she hated me. She hated me so much.

She didn't know I had died to save her.

If she knew, she must feel even more disgusted.

She would hate me to death.

Jocelyn locked herself in the room.

She changed her sketch paper one after another.

I saw it. It looked like me.

That was my eye.

Why did Jocelyn only draw an eye on each piece of paper and throw it away?

It was drawn so similarly.

One night, the walls of the 100-square-feet room were covered with portraits.

However, none of them was of me.

When Konner came in, he looked around.

Finally, he looked at a pile of drafts next to the easel.

There was an eye on every one of them.

That was me.

"Why is there only one eye on each of them?"

“I drew them wrong.”

Jocelyn was the best criminal sketch artist in the city.

How could she draw it wrong?

Suddenly, Konner put one of the drafts next to Jocelyn's face.

"What's wrong?"

Konner dragged Jocelyn in front of the mirror.

"Look! Isn't this eye exactly the same as yours?"

Konner became serious. "I remember Theresa's eyes look the same as yours."