My husband, the city's most outstanding forensic doctor, Ken Brooks, was urgently called back.
He was initially planning to take a vacation with his first love, Lily Martin, today.
He rushed back to the department. Looking at the bags of corpses spread all over the floor, he fell into silence.
Captain Wade Jones stood by his side and patted his shoulder with a worried face.
"Ken, it might be a bit difficult for you this time."
There were a total of 87 bags of minced flesh containing all parts except the skull.
Flesh, bones, internal organs, even the nose, ears, and eyes were all here.
I was floating in the air as a ghost, looking at these parts that once belonged to me, and smiled bitterly.
"Ken, can you see that these belong to your wife who has been in love with you for many years?"
Even with Ken's strong psychological quality, he couldn't help but shed tears in the face of such a tragic scene.
He untied the bags one by one. After being soaked in the rain, the minced flesh emitted an unpleasant smell.
Out of instinct, he couldn't help but retch, but he quickly adjusted himself and devoted himself to the work.
It took him a whole week to barely piece them together into a human form.