Chapter 3

After that day, I was completely overshadowed by Yvette.

The police bureau's attention to her grew by the day, while their attitude toward me became increasingly cold.

My colleagues looked at me with nothing but disdain. It was as though I was completely unnecessary.

“I heard Yvette the corpse whisperer’s reputation has spread to other units. That really makes the police chief look good!”

“Exactly. And then there is that so-called ‘Chief Forensic Pathologist’? Don’t embarrass yourself here!”

I worked tirelessly every day to prove myself, yet every time Yvette easily outshone me. All my efforts felt utterly wasted.

Her reputation had also reached the families of the victims.

Families who had previously agreed to autopsies now came to the police bureau, protested, and accused me of desecrating the bodies.

“If there is a corpse whisperer at the police bureau, why are you cutting into my son’s body? He did not even get a whole body!”

“What so-called expert? I say she’s just a cruel, heartless villain!”

It was not until the chief intervened that the situation finally calmed down.

Meanwhile, Yvette’s fame skyrocketed. Major universities in the city invited her to give lectures.

She had barely left when another horrific case occurred.

This time, the victim was a female student. Her face was slashed, her head severed and impaled on a steel rod.

Due to the brutal nature of the crime, the provincial authorities ordered the case to be solved as quickly as possible.

During the autopsy stage, the victim’s family adamantly refused to allow the examination. They protested loudly, “Isn’t there a corpse whisperer? Let her talk to the victim!”

However, Yvette was not available, so the police bureau had no choice but to painstakingly convince the family to allow the autopsy.

After several hours of careful persuasion, the chief finally won them over. He reminded me,

“Wynn, you need to make the most of this opportunity. People outside have started judging you, but if you can crack this case, it’ll be a major accomplishment, and no one will dare criticize you after that.”

I threw myself into the work, staying awake all night to complete the autopsy report, desperate to reclaim even a sliver of dignity.

However, just as I was about to present the report to the family and my superiors, Yvette suddenly appeared.

She stood in front of the crowd and said,

“The estimated time of death is approximately 3 a.m. The neck shows irregular incised wounds, one edge blunt, the other sharp, with tissue bridging, consistent with a heavy, sharp-edged weapon.

“Multiple sharp-force injuries to the face, varying in depth, indicate intense anger toward the victim. Evidence suggests the perpetrator was likely someone familiar to her.

“I’m sorry I’m late. If I had arrived sooner, the body could have been preserved intact.”

Her words hit me like a bolt from the blue, freezing me in place.

A chill ran straight up my spine.

Every single thing she just said was exactly what I had planned to say, word for word!