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My Forensic Scientist Wife
My Forensic Scientist Wife
Author: Perfect Timing

Chapter 1

Author: Perfect Timing
I was chopped into pieces.

My murderer packed my dismembered parts into different plastic bags, just like how a butcher would pack meat.

My murderer even sent my body to the police station. The audacity of that person…

“This is clearly a provocation!” When the police officers saw the parts in the black plastic bags, their faces drained of color.

“The murderer has a certain degree of countersurveillance knowledge. This is just one part of the body,” said Frank Stone, my junior at work. His face had turned pale. Even though he had already performed an autopsy on countless bodies before, his face changed when he saw my dismembered parts.

“Sorry for the trouble, Jonathan.” Liam Tyson, captain of the police force, looked at Jonathan Walsh, who stood at the side.

Ever since I resigned, Jonathan was the only qualified forensic scientist left in the forensic department.

He often had to work overtime.

But Jonathan just changed into protective gear without complaint and went into the autopsy room.

“Where are we even supposed to begin? Just what kind of hatred does the murderer hold for the victim to do this?” Frank sighed. He stifled his discomfort and started assembling my body parts.

Jonathan gave Frank a cool look before he quietly started identifying what part went where.

Good. He could do it without batting an eye.

When I first started teaching Jonathan, he often puked at such scenes.

He could finally do this without blanching.

After a long while, the outline of my body was pretty much restored to how it was supposed to be.

Calmness was the most important aspect of being an effective forensic scientist. The second most important aspect was to maintain rational judgment while doing everything to figure out the truth.

Jonathan did well.

I felt proud of him.

“You’re amazing, Jonathan! You have almost reached Elena’s record—”

“Don’t talk about her!”

The usually cold and calm Jonathan suddenly snapped angrily, and it startled Frank.

Frank immediately stopped talking and felt a little awkward. He thought, ‘I forgot… Jonathan treats Elena like a grain of sand in his eyes. He cannot tolerate her.’

He lowered his head and frowned as he looked at the cuts on my body.

“The victim was brutally tortured. Based on the muscle atrophy, she was still alive and conscious as her bones were ripped out and her muscles were torn.

“It’s similar to the cases from before.

“Based on the skeletal development, the victim was a woman in her thirties and was around 5’4”.

“Check for recent missing cases of women in their thirties.”

After analyzing the torn remains, Jonathan figured out the basic details.

Frank pouted and thought, ‘Jonathan still can’t compare to Elena.

‘If Elena were here, she would definitely notice details and deduce more useful information.’

I sighed. Jonathan could not be blamed for that.

In the past, I told Jonathan that the most troublesome of all cases were the dismemberment cases because we would need to put together the body parts to reconstruct the form.

It was even more bothersome if the murderer took away any identifying information of the victim.

It was incredibly difficult to search for clues from dismembered corpses. It was as difficult as looking for a needle in a haystack.

So, he was not to be blamed.

After all, my murderer had sent my body parts with a plan in mind and had not spared anything that could provide Jonathan with any useful information.

More importantly, I did not know who had killed me.

There were gaps in my memory. Aside from the brutal pain, I could not remember anything about the murderer.
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  • My Forensic Scientist Wife   Chapter 10

    It was pouring heavily outside. “Jonathan, go home safely.” She smiled and handed him an umbrella. For some reason, it was raining like never before. Lightning crackled outside, and it struck fear in my heart. Jonathan took the umbrella and walked into the rain. If he had turned around, he would have seen his precious “sister” that he loved so much glaring at him with hate. “It’s time for me to leave.” As she stared at Jonathan, she smiled and said, “I hope you’ll love my present after you discover the truth, Jonathan.” But soon, she frowned. She received a message that her flight had been delayed due to the weather. “Damn it!” She stared at the rain as it became heavier. For some reason, she appeared quite panicky. Jonathan’s phone vibrated again. It was a call from Frank. “Jonathan, Elena didn’t make the wrong deduction that time. “We found a corpse in the wall at the place where she claimed the next crime scene would be. We also found a picture that I’m sendi

  • My Forensic Scientist Wife   Chapter 9

    My memories resurfaced rapidly. I remember that I had injured my murderer’s wrist when I was fighting back. My teacher had once told me that a dismembered corpse was incredibly difficult to retrieve if the parts were disposed of using one particular method. I looked at the food container Jonathan intended to send back and trembled. When Jonathan raised his hand to knock on Yvonne’s door, I wanted to stop him, but I could not. “Jonathan? What is it?” “I’m here to return the soup.” “Huh? Didn’t you eat it?” Yvonne was a little surprised. “It’s fine. I have no appetite for meat lately.” Yvonne sighed and opened the fridge. The freezer contained a lot of fresh meat. It was all fresh pork. “I guess Lucky will have to enjoy these then.” I sighed in relief. It seemed like I had read too much into this. But Lucky, her dog, stared at the meat darkly and did not seem interested in it. I noticed dark red marks on its collar. Suddenly, I knew how Yvonne might have de

  • My Forensic Scientist Wife   Chapter 8

    I silently followed Jonathan. He had never seen my parents before, so he was placing all his hopes on the photo. The police soon figured out who my mother was. They also figured out the identity of the man without the face, who was my father. The good news was that I was not the daughter of a murderer, but the bad news was that none of the people in the photo were alive anymore. “Elena is Captain Mark’s daughter? Captain Mark did not even register his marriage to protect his wife and daughter… “No one in their squad lived. “Some of the criminals Elena caught were part of the criminal group that murdered Captain Mark’s squad.” Liam wiped away a tear and sighed. “Elena’s just as stubborn as her father.” I was not a murderer’s daughter, and I finally understood why my mother wanted to hide my father’s identity. I also understood why I insisted on becoming a forensic scientist. Fate had already quietly laid out her plans for me a long time ago. With complicated emotions

  • My Forensic Scientist Wife   Chapter 7

    “We’ll know whether it’s Elena once the DNA results are out,” said Frank as he looked at the dejected Jonathan. His tone was a little cold. He never thought that Jonathan, whom he respected, would hate Elena so much. But Elena had done nothing wrong. Forensic scientists had to race against the clock to uncover the truth, after all. “My shift has ended. I’m going home now. Tell me if you get any updates.” Jonathan changed out of his protective gear in a frenzy. He wanted to get away from this place. ‘Yes,’ he thought. ‘Elena must be working with the others to lie to me. Just like how she made people hold me back while she performed an autopsy on my mother! ‘Elena is a liar and a piece of trash.’ But the repeated calls he made on the way home betrayed the panic in Jonathan’s heart. He kept on trying to get confirmation to check if I was still alive, but I would not be able to answer his calls anymore. He rushed into our house. “Elena, stop joking around!” But all t

  • My Forensic Scientist Wife   Chapter 6

    “Has Elena gone back home yet? I’ve been trying to call her, but she hasn’t answered.” “What’s wrong? She must have gone somewhere to collect her thoughts. She’s not replying to my messages either,” Jonathan said nonchalantly. When he saw how anxious Frank was, he frowned in annoyance. “Jonathan, just call Elena already!” Frank could no longer keep himself calm. He shouted at Jonathan. “What’s with all the noise?” Liam, who was resting, heard the commotion and walked in. “Captain, I suspect that the corpse in the autopsy room is Elena’s.” “Stop joking around, Frank!” Liam’s face turned uncharacteristically serious. “Johnathan, we haven’t seen Elena for quite some time. She always came by to drop food whenever you were working overtime, right? It’s been days since she last did that.” “That’s impossible. She sent me a text a few days ago.” Jonathan turned on his phone and came to the stark realization that the last time I had contacted him was a week ago. Coincidentally, it w

  • My Forensic Scientist Wife   Chapter 5

    “Aren’t you going to eat, Jonathan?” Jonathan spared Frank a look and said coolly, “The corpse is more important.” Frank did not know how to convince Jonathan to eat. Jonathan was insisting on finding the murderer as if locked in a battle with himself. Frank knew about what had happened in the past. Due to misjudgment, Elena was unable to catch the criminals, which caused a tragedy. Later, Elena performed an autopsy on Nina, despite all the pressure on her shoulders. She had been unable to even hold a scalpel after that. Frank sighed. It had already been six days, and they still had no clue about the dismembered woman. He was beginning to miss Elena’s homemade meatballs. With a loud clatter, Jonathan’s scalpel fell on the floor. He cradled his stomach, and he looked up in pain. Jonathan’s gastritis was acting up again. Feeling resigned, Frank walked to the place where Elena had placed his gastritis medication. Ever since the accident, Elena had never stepped foo

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