Part 3After I Was Killed, My Mom Personally Dissected Me to Help the Murderer Escape Punishment, I Floated Behind Her, My Eyes Red with Hatred

On a warm afternoon, Mom and my brother sat in the kitchen, laughter floating lightly.

"Ryan, you need to exercise well, don't get too fat, or your body functions will decline!"

"It's fine, Mom. Oh right, I want the latest sneakers, can you buy them for me?"

My brother asked Mom casually, as if nothing had happened.

He had already taken all the money from me.

Now his vanity still wasn't satisfied.

"Of course! How much? Mom will transfer it to you! Is five thousand enough?"

My brother flatteringly massaged Mom's shoulders and legs behind her.

"I also want a new phone!"

"Okay, as long as you behave and listen well in the future, and don't make any more mistakes, Mom will fulfill all your wishes!"

I suddenly felt this family was disgusting.

Perhaps because of Mom's profession, this family seemed to have no concept of death at all.

It didn't seem to affect them at all.

As if my brother had never killed anyone, and Mom had never hidden a corpse for my brother.

The two of them were affectionate, mother and son, a very loving scene.

I hid in the corner, my lonely soul floating in the air, looking at the mother who doted on her son before me, thinking of everything this mother had done to me, my heart ached to the point where I couldn't breathe.

People die, but have to face all this. My heart felt as if it had been torn apart.

Suddenly, the phone ring broke this tranquility.

"Hello?" Mom answered the phone, the smile on her face gradually freezing.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, but we need you to come to the police station immediately."

A serious voice came from the other end of the phone.

I watched from the air as she hurriedly put on her coat, a sense of foreboding rising in my heart.

Mother was a forensic pathologist, and being urgently summoned in this situation always meant something terrible had happened.

After arriving at the police station, Mother was taken directly to the autopsy room.

A body lay on the table, already beginning to decompose.

When she pulled back the cover, although the face was difficult to recognize, every detail of that body made her heart race.

"The body is severely damaged! Who could be so cruel as to completely destroy the face, break the neck! Even the fingernails have been lifted!"

As she described the horrific state of the body, her voice grew smaller and smaller.

She gradually became familiar with this body, it was the body she had secretly buried underground in the wasteland!

"Where did the body come from?"

"It was reportedly discovered yesterday by a construction team during excavation." The officer beside her added.

Hearing this, Mom's hand trembled, "Really..."

"What's wrong?" A colleague asked my mom.

She was silent for a moment before responding, "Nothing!"

I watched as Mother struggled to control her panic and anxiety.

She picked up the scalpel and began to work.

However, when the internal organs emitted waves of stench, she finally couldn't hold back and ran to the corner to vomit.

She had been a forensic pathologist for years and seasons, of course she wouldn't vomit.

Why would she vomit and feel sick? It was because that body was the one she had personally cleaned up!

She knew too well what this body meant!

The air was filled with the most suffocating mixture of death and chemical reagents.

I floated helplessly in mid-air, tears blurring my vision, my heart aching as I watched my own cruel death being recreated before my eyes.

At this moment, I could only cry silently, my role as an observer making me feel even more acutely the pain and crime hidden behind every action.

Mother couldn't sense my presence, but she would occasionally pause her work and look towards an empty space.

As if she were looking at me.

The whole process seemed to play out in slow motion: every cut, every drop of blood, every piece of muscle was clearly visible.

Every knife that fell felt as if it were really stabbing into my body, painfully.

This scene was too cruel and real, but it also reminded me.

Even after leaving this world, those unresolved wounds still deeply affected me.