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In the trash bin by the pork stall at the market, that pile of yellow fat resembling chicken fat turned out to be human tissue.As soon as the report came in, Patrick Cook rushed to the scene.Seeing her old partner arrive, Mom let out a sigh of relief. "Pat, this is serious."Patrick frowned and nodded.Dismembered body parts found at a pork stall in the market—any one of those words alone was enough to send the entire city into a frenzy.To prevent public panic, Patrick ordered the closure of all the meat stalls in the market.He asked Mom, "How long will it take to analyze all these specimens?"Mom's expression was grave. She was a dedicated and responsible forensic pathologist. "At least two days."I secretly breathed a sigh of relief. With Mom's capabilities, she would definitely catch the real murderer soon.Patrick's frown eased slightly. "Make arrangements at home. Stay at the precinct for the next few days."Mom nodded and casually pulled out her phone.The moment t
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Patrick remembered this all along!Before he could finish speaking, Mom cut him off furiously."Pat, don't say another word. I know you're trying to smooth things over between me and Aubree, trying to get me to care about her again. But every time I think about her, all I can see is Daniel's death. I will never forgive Aubree for as long as I live. She is the one who killed Daniel."A sharp pain stabbed through my chest, so intense that even my soul trembled.All these years had passed, and Mom still couldn't forgive me.I was the one who killed Dad.I deserved to die a thousand times over.Years ago, my aunt and uncle died in an accident, leaving my cousin Freya an orphan.Dad felt sorry for her. She was alone in the world, so he took her in.But Freya and I never got along. We were always arguing over the smallest thing.Three years ago, on a rainy night, we had a huge fight. Furious, Freya ran out of the house.Dad drove out to look for her.On the way, he got into an ac
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Even though Patrick had locked down the information in time, this was the digital age. Rumors still spread like wildfire.Mom's frown finally relaxed as she hugged Freya, full of concern. "Don't worry, I'll be fine."I curled up in the corner, dejected. Another lead was gone!…Two days after my murder, Patrick received a police report.Two miles from the market, a motel staff member had found what appeared to be human remains.The caller was a housekeeper at the motel.While cleaning a recently vacated room, she noticed something strange. The place had been tidied up too thoroughly as if no one had ever stayed there.The only exception was the bathroom. The drain was severely clogged, and water had pooled up.She used a plumbing tool to clear the blockage and pulled out a pile of tiny flesh fragments.A sick feeling crept over her. She immediately reported it to the motel owner.But the owner, afraid of hurting business, chose to cover it up.Not only that, he also destroyed the secur
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On the screen, my face was completely covered by a wide-brimmed hat and a mask. The oversized black trench coat concealed my body shape entirely.Patrick only recognized me because he had known me for years. Just one glance at my silhouette, and he was certain.Mom barely spared the screen a glance before scoffing dismissively."Enough, Patrick. If you're trying to use this to make me care about Aubree, then you're an embarrassment to that uniform you're wearing. If that jinx Aubree really is dead, make sure to let me know right away. I'll cook up a feast to celebrate."Ignoring Patrick's darkened expression, Mom grabbed her bag and walked out.The moment she stepped outside the station, she was blocked by Grandma, who had been waiting at the entrance.Before Grandma could say anything, Mom snapped at her viciously. "I already told you. Stop playing these childish games with Aubree! If she really wants to die, she should just jump off a building instead of bothering me!"Grandma's eyes
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Mom knew perfectly well that this wasn't Freya's cooking. But even so, she still ate happily.Unlike me, no matter how much effort I put in, even if my fingers bled from trying, I could never earn a single smile from her.Ever since I was kicked out of the house, I tried everything to win Mom's favor. I wanted her to know that I loved her.When Dad was still around, every time he made Mom angry, he would cook her favorite dishes to cheer her up.The year before last, on Mom's birthday, I spent half a month learning to cook from Grandma, memorizing Dad's signature dishes.That night, I waited outside our home for hours, crouching by the door until Mom finally came back from working late.I jumped up eagerly and ran toward her, holding up the lunchbox like an offering. My voice was small, almost pleading. "Mom, you must be exhausted from work."The moment Mom saw the lunchbox, her face turned dark. She lunged forward, knocking it out of my hands, and exploded in a fit of rage."Y
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That was my most cherished possession. It was a small gift from Mom.When the kidnappers forced me to call her for help, I had been clutching that little puppy keychain in my hand."Grace, do you recognize these things? If I remember correctly, you bought this puppy keychain for Aubree, didn't you?" Patrick's tone was firm, but Mom remained cold and indifferent."These trinkets are everywhere in accessory shops. Who's to say it's Aubree's? I don't recognize these clothes either. You've got the wrong person."Patrick was momentarily at a loss. "Grace, I never expected you to be so heartless toward Aubree."Mom hadn't cared about me for years. She didn't know how tall I was now, how much I weighed, or even what size shoes I wore.Of course, she wouldn't recognize my clothes.Patrick had no choice but to let her step out and rest for now.As soon as Mom exited the evidence room, she spotted Freya walking toward them. Her icy, indifferent face instantly shifted to one of distress.
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"You're lying!" Patrick yelled.Freya jolted upright in fear and shrank into Mom's embrace.Mom was just about to speak, but this time, Patrick was faster. "Grace, don't forget your place. I'm the one conducting this interrogation."Mom pursed her lips, unable to hide her anger. "Pat, when Aubree turns up, you're going to regret treating such a kind and sincere child this way."Patrick pulled a file folder from the side and placed it on the table. "We've reviewed Aubree's call history for the past year and found that every single call was made by you."Freya quickly defended herself. "She forced me to call her! She was afraid that if she called me, Mom would overhear and hate her even more."Patrick's face darkened as he laid out the evidence in front of her. "Then, explain this to me. What is this?"On the table were the chat logs between me and Freya. The words burned into my eyes, crushing my spirit all over again."You filthy bitch. You deserve to be an orphan. How does it
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The suspect got off the motorcycle in Glensby.When Patrick and his team learned that Glensby was the suspect's last known location, their faces darkened. Not only was it on the outskirts of town, but it was also home to the city's largest landfill.If the suspect really buried the head there, the chances of ever finding it were close to zero.Patrick's face was grim as he gave the order, "We're leaving now."…After a thorough investigation, the police uncovered a crucial lead.A butcher in Glensby, Albert Heath, was a prime suspect in the case.As soon as they got the lead, Patrick immediately took his team to Albert's house.The moment they kicked open the door of the Heath residence, a rancid stench hit them in the face.Inside the filthy, chaotic room, Albert was still snoring away on a moldy wooden bed.Hearing the commotion, he groggily opened his eyes. "Who the hell are you? Do you have a death wish, waking me up like this?"The moment I heard that all-too-familiar v
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Faced with Grandma's accusations, Mom silently wept. On her face, I saw tears of pain and regret.I gently patted her shoulder.It was over.Mom finally knew I was innocent.She finally admitted that she was my mother.But I no longer needed her.If there was a next life, I would never choose her as my mother again.…Sequel.My name is Grace Barnes.Three years ago, my husband died in a tragic car accident.That night, the rain was pouring. When I found out he had driven out to look for our niece, I was upset. I called him, urging him to come home as soon as possible.Before he could respond, the sharp, ear-piercing screech of brakes came through the phone.To avoid a pedestrian running a red light, my husband swerved, crashing through the roadside barrier. In the end, he plunged into the river.By the time the rescue team pulled his car from the water, he was already gone.I couldn't accept his death.I blamed Aubree for everything.If she hadn't fought with Freya, m
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Freya despised Albert for threatening her, but she hated me even more. She wanted both of us gone.She tricked me into going to the motel using Mom's name.I knew it might be a trap, but I still went for it. I couldn't let go of even the smallest chance that Mom might have changed her mind.I was pathetically begging for a love that I could never have.Three years in prison had completely twisted Albert's mind.At first, all he wanted was to scam some money and enjoy himself.However, after capturing me, he got addicted to the thrill of tormenting me. Even during police interrogations, he could still laugh."To me, killing her was no different than slaughtering a screaming pig."By now, the case was almost entirely clear.No one had expected Freya to be so vicious to the extent of going to such cruel lengths to destroy the people she despised.…When Mom walked out of the interrogation room, she ran right into Freya being brought in.At that moment, Freya still didn't know
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"Come again? I didn't quite catch that," Albert said mockingly.Mom, pushed to her limit, roared in fury, "I'm her mother!""Hahaha…" Albert let out a mocking laugh, full of disdain. His gaze toward Mom was laced with ridicule. "Her mother? Do you even deserve that title? She called you, begging for help before she died. Why didn't you answer?"You were the one who told her to go die somewhere else. I just did as you wished. So, why aren't you happy now? Now, you want to play the role of a good mother? Who do you think you're fooling?"The day I was murdered, I begged Albert over and over not to kill me.He asked me if I had any last wishes.I said I wanted to call my mom, just one last time. I wanted to call her Mom again.Albert agreed. He said as long as Mom was willing to trade her life for mine, he would let me live.However, Mom didn't love me. She didn't even care. She hated me.The moment the call was cut off, I stopped struggling.Faced with Albert's accusations, M
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The suspect got off the motorcycle in Glensby.When Patrick and his team learned that Glensby was the suspect's last known location, their faces darkened. Not only was it on the outskirts of town, but it was also home to the city's largest landfill.If the suspect really buried the head there, the chances of ever finding it were close to zero.Patrick's face was grim as he gave the order, "We're leaving now."…After a thorough investigation, the police uncovered a crucial lead.A butcher in Glensby, Albert Heath, was a prime suspect in the case.As soon as they got the lead, Patrick immediately took his team to Albert's house.The moment they kicked open the door of the Heath residence, a rancid stench hit them in the face.Inside the filthy, chaotic room, Albert was still snoring away on a moldy wooden bed.Hearing the commotion, he groggily opened his eyes. "Who the hell are you? Do you have a death wish, waking me up like this?"The moment I heard that all-too-familiar v
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"You're lying!" Patrick yelled.Freya jolted upright in fear and shrank into Mom's embrace.Mom was just about to speak, but this time, Patrick was faster. "Grace, don't forget your place. I'm the one conducting this interrogation."Mom pursed her lips, unable to hide her anger. "Pat, when Aubree turns up, you're going to regret treating such a kind and sincere child this way."Patrick pulled a file folder from the side and placed it on the table. "We've reviewed Aubree's call history for the past year and found that every single call was made by you."Freya quickly defended herself. "She forced me to call her! She was afraid that if she called me, Mom would overhear and hate her even more."Patrick's face darkened as he laid out the evidence in front of her. "Then, explain this to me. What is this?"On the table were the chat logs between me and Freya. The words burned into my eyes, crushing my spirit all over again."You filthy bitch. You deserve to be an orphan. How does it
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That was my most cherished possession. It was a small gift from Mom.When the kidnappers forced me to call her for help, I had been clutching that little puppy keychain in my hand."Grace, do you recognize these things? If I remember correctly, you bought this puppy keychain for Aubree, didn't you?" Patrick's tone was firm, but Mom remained cold and indifferent."These trinkets are everywhere in accessory shops. Who's to say it's Aubree's? I don't recognize these clothes either. You've got the wrong person."Patrick was momentarily at a loss. "Grace, I never expected you to be so heartless toward Aubree."Mom hadn't cared about me for years. She didn't know how tall I was now, how much I weighed, or even what size shoes I wore.Of course, she wouldn't recognize my clothes.Patrick had no choice but to let her step out and rest for now.As soon as Mom exited the evidence room, she spotted Freya walking toward them. Her icy, indifferent face instantly shifted to one of distress.
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Mom knew perfectly well that this wasn't Freya's cooking. But even so, she still ate happily.Unlike me, no matter how much effort I put in, even if my fingers bled from trying, I could never earn a single smile from her.Ever since I was kicked out of the house, I tried everything to win Mom's favor. I wanted her to know that I loved her.When Dad was still around, every time he made Mom angry, he would cook her favorite dishes to cheer her up.The year before last, on Mom's birthday, I spent half a month learning to cook from Grandma, memorizing Dad's signature dishes.That night, I waited outside our home for hours, crouching by the door until Mom finally came back from working late.I jumped up eagerly and ran toward her, holding up the lunchbox like an offering. My voice was small, almost pleading. "Mom, you must be exhausted from work."The moment Mom saw the lunchbox, her face turned dark. She lunged forward, knocking it out of my hands, and exploded in a fit of rage."Y
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On the screen, my face was completely covered by a wide-brimmed hat and a mask. The oversized black trench coat concealed my body shape entirely.Patrick only recognized me because he had known me for years. Just one glance at my silhouette, and he was certain.Mom barely spared the screen a glance before scoffing dismissively."Enough, Patrick. If you're trying to use this to make me care about Aubree, then you're an embarrassment to that uniform you're wearing. If that jinx Aubree really is dead, make sure to let me know right away. I'll cook up a feast to celebrate."Ignoring Patrick's darkened expression, Mom grabbed her bag and walked out.The moment she stepped outside the station, she was blocked by Grandma, who had been waiting at the entrance.Before Grandma could say anything, Mom snapped at her viciously. "I already told you. Stop playing these childish games with Aubree! If she really wants to die, she should just jump off a building instead of bothering me!"Grandma's eyes
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Even though Patrick had locked down the information in time, this was the digital age. Rumors still spread like wildfire.Mom's frown finally relaxed as she hugged Freya, full of concern. "Don't worry, I'll be fine."I curled up in the corner, dejected. Another lead was gone!…Two days after my murder, Patrick received a police report.Two miles from the market, a motel staff member had found what appeared to be human remains.The caller was a housekeeper at the motel.While cleaning a recently vacated room, she noticed something strange. The place had been tidied up too thoroughly as if no one had ever stayed there.The only exception was the bathroom. The drain was severely clogged, and water had pooled up.She used a plumbing tool to clear the blockage and pulled out a pile of tiny flesh fragments.A sick feeling crept over her. She immediately reported it to the motel owner.But the owner, afraid of hurting business, chose to cover it up.Not only that, he also destroyed the secur
