Part 1After I Was Killed, My Mom Personally Dissected Me to Help the Murderer Escape Punishment, I Floated Behind Her, My Eyes Red with Hatred

My Mother, the Forensic Pathologist

My mother is a forensic pathologist and a mother of two sons. She resented me because of my father's death and became even colder after remarrying and giving birth to my brother, mistreating me at every turn. She even went so far as to personally dissect me to conceal evidence of my brother's crime when he became a murderer. What she didn't know was that the dead person was me.

When it was revealed that the unidentified body was mine, she went mad.

I'm dead. My soul floats in mid-air, looking down at my own horrific body. The woman before me right now is my birth mother.

She's a forensic pathologist, swiftly cutting open my body with a scalpel and removing the contents that had been forcibly poured into my stomach. She retches uncontrollably but has no choice but to speed up her work.

My face and head have been corroded by sulfuric acid to the point where my features are unrecognizable. My cervical vertebrae are broken - the direct cause of my death. The revolting substances churning in my stomach were forced down my throat by my brother.

Bits of flesh remain under my fingernails, torn from his body during my final struggle.

I can't help but recall the phone call my brother made to mom before she arrived.

"Mom, where are you? I pushed someone down the stairs..." My brother nervously sought help from mom. After all, he had only been fond of pranks before, never going as far as causing someone's death.

Mom was clearly stunned on the phone.

"Ryan, where are you? Don't move, I'm coming right now!"

"Okay, Mom, hurry up, I'm scared!" my brother urged anxiously.

"Don't be afraid, sweetie. Mom's here for everything. We'll talk when I get there!"

Mom rushed to the scene in such a hurry she didn't even dress properly, wearing only a mask and hat!

When she saw the body lying on the ground, she didn't even bother to ask why my brother had pushed someone down the stairs. She immediately crouched down and started cleaning up the traces my brother had left behind!

My spirit in the air was in such pain I could hardly breathe.

I always thought that no matter how much mom doted on my brother, she wouldn't allow him to take a life so carelessly. But I never imagined she would actually come.

She even destroyed the evidence of my brother poisoning me with her own hands!

I cried out in anguish, running to mom and begging her to stop, telling her how much it hurt! But I was just a spirit, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't make her notice me.

I passed through her body, feeling her tremble.

She was actually helping her son dissect her other son.

At this moment, she surely didn't know that this body she was destroying evidence from, this horrifically mangled corpse, was mine.

I watched as mom used the knife to cut open my stomach and clean out the residue in my stomach with water she had brought!

She even used the sharp blade to lift my fingernails and clean out the flesh my brother had left behind when I clawed at him.

It was heartbreaking...