Tortured to Death: Dad, Can You Hear My Cry for Help?Chapter 1
When I was dying of torture, Dad was choosing a gift with the sponsored girl.
The kidnapper gave me a chance to ask the nearest person for help.
But Dad didn't give me a chance at all. "Get lost! Don't disturb me!"
Later, the CID investigated a murder.
The corpse was skinned and deboned.
My father went to the scene and sighed when he saw the gruesome state of the dead.
He cursed the murderer for being inhuman but he didn't recognize me.
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My body was hung in the warehouse.
When I was found after a long time, my body began to rot.
The CID sent the most experienced criminal policemen to investigate the murder that had caused a sensation in the city.
My dad was one of them.
He was an experienced criminal police officer. When he received the order, he was at the sponsored girl’s banquet.
Soon, he arrived and inspected the scene seriously.
Frowning, he sighed. "The murderer was too cruel. I'm afraid the victim had suffered a lot before the death."
The young policeman followed behind him, carefully avoiding damaging the crime scene.
Seeing my body, he couldn't help retching.