When He Found Out The Body Was Mine, He Went Crazy!

Yasmin cut me and left that scar on my thigh when I was in college. She and her roommates tortured me and left many scars on my body, which made me scared of wearing skirts or short sleeves.

After I met Charlie, I developed an inferiority complex and didn't dare let him see it. Therefore, I tried to remove the scars on my body intentionally or unintentionally. However, the scar on my thigh was too deep, and I couldn't make it disappear, no matter what I did.

Charlie used to look at this scar with sympathy in his eyes and felt sorry for me.

But when the scar he had caressed day and night was presented in front of his eyes, he couldn't recognize it.

Or rather, he couldn't believe it.

"We are under a lot of pressure. The next thing we have to do is to compare the deceased's DNA with our DAN resource library."

Kyle looked at the body lying on the dissection table with a solemn expression and said in astonishment, "The murderer must have hated the deceased to guts. He actually destroyed her entire body with sulfuric acid."

Charlie stared at my body and hesitated for a moment, then said, "Could it be someone the deceased know who committed the crime?"

"If that's the case, we need to speed up and identify the deceased."

Kyle immediately made arrangements and asked his men to investigate the crime scene and ask around. He didn't stay idle, either. After saying goodbye to Charlie, Kyle went to the laboratory to keep an eye on the inspection.

Then, there were only Charlie, Coroner Zander, and me in the autopsy room.

"Wait." Charlie put on his gloves calmly, took the tweezers from Coroner Zander's hand, fiddled with my fingernail, and picked out a tiny black thing from it. "Look, what is this?"

"Hey, I didn't see it just now. Put it in. I'll bring it to the laboratory later."

Coroner Zander brought the evidence bag, put the thing in it, and said cheerfully, "Professor Hector, you've got sharp eyes. I'll have to trouble you to help me more."

"If we find more clues, we can let the deceased rest in peace soon."

Charlie hummed lightly, staring at my body with an expressionless look.

After a while, Coroner Zander suddenly thought of something and said, "Do you remember that man who was also ruined by sulfuric acid and died last month? I heard that the young man was a social news reporter for the News Daily. I remember your wife is also a reporter for this newspaper, right?"

Yes, that young man was a new member of our team. He was retaliated against not long after he started working. But in the end, a homeless man took the blame.

No one was willing to believe that a homeless man could have access to sulfuric acid, but after various investigations, all the evidence led to him. So, the case was closed just like that.

What people didn't know was that after my colleague passed away, I took over his job.

Charlie seemed reluctant to mention my name. He glanced at Zander coldly and asked, "What are you saying?"

Coroner Zander smiled awkwardly, "It just suddenly came to my mind. You should remind your wife to be careful. It's not easy to be a reporter these days. Safety is the most important thing."

Charlie didn't say anything. He just asked Zander to continue working.

But he seemed unable to stay in the autopsy room any longer and walked out.

Charlie took out his phone and checked it, but there was still no reply from me.

Anger appeared in Charlie's eyes, and his words became harsh.

"How long are you gonna keep doing this? Do you think it's fun to hide from me?"

"Your colleague has already reported about you to the police. Do you really have to make such a big deal?"

"Nora Julian, if you really don't want to live like this anymore, come back and get a divorce!"