I Died, My Sister Helped Me Catch the Murderer

Jocelyn tore the draft into pieces.

"Stop joking. I've stayed up for a few nights, and I'm tired."

Konner was not going to let her go. "Where's Theresa? Call her and let her know. Things have been strange these days. I hope nothing will happen to her."

"Don't worry. She goes to school and home every day. What can happen to her? I will draw another one after having a good rest."

Jocelyn went out with her cup to get some water.

A colleague greeted Jocelyn, "Jocelyn, happy birthday."

"Jocelyn, are you done with your work? Let's have dinner together tonight."

Jocelyn forgot her birthday.

Konner went out immediately.

He thought it was me.

Every year, I waited at the door with a cake.

Even though Jocelyn never accepted it, I did that every year.

"Jocelyn, why didn't Theresa come to send you a cake this year? I asked you to call Theresa. Did you call?"

Konner was nervous.

Jocelyn drank water and held up her phone to show Konner.

There was a text message sent by me.

[Jocelyn, happy birthday. I wish you happiness every day.]

Konner finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Jocelyn snorted and deleted the message.

"She's always so clingy and annoying. When will she stop bothering me?"

Jocelyn, I would never bother you again.

That was my last scheduled message.

My hands were covered in blood at the time, and I knew that Jocelyn would have her birthday.

I couldn't celebrate her birthday this year.

So, before I died, I hastily edited the scheduled message.

"You are family. Let bygones be bygones. She is your sister."

"She is not my sister, let alone my family. I'm going to get some sleep first."

When Jocelyn woke up, it was dark.

She walked around outside, looking around from time to time.

What was she looking for?

Konner came over with documents. "Jocelyn, hasn't Theresa come yet? Can you give her a call?"

"It's best if she doesn't come. I have to go to work."

This time, Konner held Jocelyn arm.

He looked so serious that Jocelyn had to call me.

There came the prompt voice. "Sorry! The subscriber you dialed is power off."

Jocelyn looked up at Konner.

"I told you she would only cause me trouble. She has turned off her phone and refused to answer my call. She is just blaming me for not replying to her messages. She'd better never turn on her phone."

Yes, my phone would never turn on again.

"By the way, it's been four days. Has no one claimed the body yet?"

Konner shook his head. "Not yet."

"What on earth is her mother doing? Hasn't the family noticed that their child is missing? Forget it. I'll go and paint the portrait."

Jocelyn went in hurriedly.

Jocelyn, my family is you.

About two hours later, Konner rushed in.

Jocelyn was so scared that the pencil in her hand broke.

"You scared me. What happened?"

Jocelyn's painting finally made a breakthrough.

Jocelyn drew my other eye.

She was awesome.

"Did you get through to Theresa on the phone?"

"No, what's wrong?"