Chapter 6

My father’s gaze held some reluctance as he gently reassured her, telling her to wait at home for him.

After hanging up the phone, my father wiped away his tears and resolutely stepped into the forensic room.

This time, he was no longer calm. His hand holding the scalpel trembled uncontrollably.

He aimed at my body, hesitating multiple times, but couldn’t bring himself to act.

Perhaps it was because I was his beloved daughter.

Shaking, he picked up my mangled head and, holding back tears, began to shape it carefully.

I also held back tears, watching him cry as he inputted all the data into the computer.

He didn’t close his eyes for even a minute throughout the entire night.

I lost count of how many cups of strong coffee he drank, his eyes were glued to the computer screen.

Outside the window, the sky gradually brightened.

Finally, a beep sounded from the computer.

My father suddenly looked up, but the next second, his entire body stiffened.

He sprang t