My Favorite Wife:Investigate the Truth Behind My Death

Ashley and the detectives gathered around a whiteboard covered with photos of my dismembered body, each image annotated with their analysis and speculations.

The key ones were circled.

"No match on the deceased's DNA for identification, indicating no criminal record."

"There haven't been any missing persons matching his age and height recently."

A detective asked, "How could someone just disappear like this without any family looking for him?

"Or does he have no family?"

Ashley mused, circling the words "left arm" on the board.

"We can't confirm the identity of the deceased. If we find that missing left arm, maybe we can find something to identify him," she said.

Meanwhile, I crouched by the trash can, desperately trying to lift the prosthetic arm, but my transparent hand passed through it, forever unable to touch it.

I thought, "The clues you're looking for are right here in this prosthetic arm.

But now you've tossed it away."

Ashley then wrote "dismemberment scene" and circled it.

There was little blood in the sewer, suggesting it was just a dumping site.

Usually, killers dismembered corpses in familiar or perceived safe places, often returning to the crime scene.

Finding where this happened could break the case wide open.

"We've searched the sewer thoroughly, but found no sign of the left arm or remaining body parts."

"That means the killer didn't dump those parts here."

"But why dispose of the body separately? This part likely holds key identifiers."

Ashley paused, frowning as she stared at the "left ear" on the board.

Instinctively, I touched my left earlobe, where a small red birthmark rested.

Ashley knew this mark well from the times she used to pinch it playfully.

A detective said, "The killer tortured him for days before brutally killing him. There's a vendetta involved, possibly against the victim or his family."

"Revenge..."

Another detective glanced sharply at Ashley.

"Ms. Fenn, could the killer be someone from a criminal group we've cracked down on? Maybe they held a grudge and targeted him to provoke us.

"But that doesn't add up. No one from our precinct has reported a missing family member. And if someone did disappear, why wouldn't they file a report?"

Ashley's brow twitched momentarily as if a thought had struck her.

But she shook her head dismissively, denying her own suspicion.

I thought, "Ashley, did you just think of it?

I once told you about my health issues.

But you only saw it as jealousy towards your ex-lover, thinking I lied about my health to win your sympathy.

Unfortunately, you've missed another crucial lead."

When it came to cops that criminals hate the most, Ashley topped the list.

If she weren't so indifferent to me and went home to take a look, she would definitely find the clues I left for her.

Ashley hesitated briefly, then dove back into work, organizing the detectives into small teams.

One team conducted interviews to check if anyone had a missing family member.

Another team searched for the initial crime scene and any remaining body parts.

A third team visited hospitals as the victim had cancer; if he sought medical help there, the hospital records should show it.

Additionally, experts were enlisted to reconstruct my skull.

By applying principles of anatomy and facial bone structure, along with data on my facial tissues, they would sculpt skin, hair, and features on a soft plastic model.

Once my skull was reconstructed, they could match it with ID records in the public security system to confirm my identity directly.

However, this skull reconstruction process would take some time.

Ashley rubbed her temples, looking weary.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed.

She pulled out her phone. A gentle smile appeared on her face when she saw the caller ID.

"Ashley, I think I saw a suspicious figure outside the window..."

"Where are you now? Okay, don't move. Lock the windows, turn on all the lights, and wait for me to get back!"

After she had finished the call, she checked the time. It was almost 10 p.m.

"Everyone, go home and rest for now. We'll discuss further matters tomorrow."

My heart ached instantly.

Ashley was a workaholic, often disappearing for days on end when she was focused on a case. So, I never dared to disturb her.

But now, just one call from her old flame could make her drop everything and rush back to be with him.

In her heart, I would never be as important as him.