Some even cursed that I, this wicked woman, would be quickly tortured and killed by this sadistic killer.
My grandmother was taken back to the police station along with my dismembered body.
The police attached great importance to this case and quickly formed a task force.
The most important thing in this type of case was to find the source of the body and confirm the identity of the deceased.
And my dismembered body, for some reason, seemed to be carefully taken care of by my grandma.
The police speculated that the deceased had a special meaning to her, most likely a relative.
But when faced with the police's questioning, grandma's withered hand tightly held onto her clothes and consistently refused to answer.
The police who visited near her house learned that she was a lonely old woman.
Her son was a rogue and had divorced long ago, and died three years ago.
The daughter-in-law and granddaughter also unfortunately passed away three years ago.
She usually relied on picking up some scrap and the care of social workers to make a living.
There were no relatives or close people who matched the age of the body.
When the police were helpless, my grandma finally spoke.