I thought I found love, but it turned out I countered a fatal plot.
I touched my heart, which no longer beat, and I felt pain.
Kyle shook his head helplessly and took Charlie into the autopsy room.
"We only pieced together the deceased's body roughly yesterday. We must restore the body as soon as possible and get clues from it."
As soon as Kyle finished speaking, Coroner Zander gasped.
Charlie asked, "What's wrong?"
"Look, there is a knife-long scar on the deceased's thigh. It feels like it has hyperplasia, and it looks like it has been there for quite some years."
Upon hearing this, Charlie's face froze. He quickly stepped forward and looked at my body carefully.
The more he looked at my body, the worse his face became. Then, he seemed to have thought about something, and his expression softened again.
"Professor Hector, did you find anything?"
"No. Go ahead."
Yasmin cut me and left that scar on my thigh when I was in college. She and her roommates tortured me and left many scars on my body, which made me scared of wearing skirts or short sleeves.