Goodbye to You Who Are Separated from Me

When I was brutally dismembered, my Brother was watching his other sister walk the runway.

My desperate call for help was met with his contempt, and he promptly hung up. Until my last breath, we never exchanged another word.

That night, the city was shaken by a horrific headless dismemberment case.

As the head of the criminal investigation team, he arrived at the crime scene and quickly deduced the primary location of the murder.

But what he couldn't figure out was that the victim was his most hated and despised biological sister.

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An elderly scavenger found my dismembered remains while rummaging through trash.

Terrified, he couldn't even think straight. Thankfully, a passerby helped him call the police.

When the report came in, the station immediately dispatched officers.

Detective Matthew Marsden was notified while celebrating with Halle Aniston, toasting her successful runway show.

The night's festivities were abruptly overshadowed by the gruesome murder case.

With a stern expression, Matthew arrived at the crime scene. After discussing the methods and tools used with the forensic team, he ordered a search of abandoned buildings within a 20-mile radius of the park.

Despite his youth, Matthew's sharp intellect and meticulous nature had earned him a promotion to lead the criminal investigations team after just three years on the job.

He was known for cracking complex cases and was now handling this high-profile murder.

The forensic pathologist looked at the dismembered body parts with a grimace, muttering, "This is going to take days, maybe even nights. The killer is exceptionally brutal."

Matthew agreed, his face a mask of revulsion. Even with his extensive experience, this level of grotesque violence was unprecedented for him.

Despite the multiple layers of masks he wore, he couldn't help but gag uncontrollably.

Hovering in the air, I watched the dismembered pieces that were both unfamiliar and hauntingly familiar, a deep sadness weighing on me.

Matthew's visible disgust felt like a knife twisting in my heart.

Even in death, I still repulsed him. I managed a wry smile, my already fractured soul feeling even more fragile.

Soon, the team pinpointed several suspicious locations.

Matthew analyzed the scene and zeroed in on an abandoned slaughterhouse about five miles away.

The moment he stepped inside, a powerful stench of blood hit him.

The floors and walls were smeared red as if the killer had deliberately turned the place into a bloodbath.

Matthew's brow furrowed as he dipped his finger into the blood on the wall and sniffed it. "We'll need to test this blood, but it doesn't smell like human blood."

He was right.

Before killing me, the murderer had cruelly dismembered a sheep in front of me.

The severed sheep's head had been placed on a broken table, staring right at me.

Matthew's eyes flickered with confusion as he noticed a pattern of small flowers on the floor.

My heart skipped a beat.

Could he remember my little quirk?

Every pair of shoes I bought had a small flower pattern stamped in the center of the sole. I'd kept this habit for years.

A junior officer, noticing Matthew's distraction, asked, "Captain Marsden, did you find something?"

Matthew snapped out of it. "No, just take photos for evidence and return to the team."

I thought, Of course, how can he remember?