After I Died, My Mother Dissected Me with Her Own Hands

Before I was murdered, Mom said coldly to the kidnapper on the phone:

“Rip her to pieces for all I care, just stop bothering me!”

After she hung up, I died.

While I was missing, Mom would tell everyone she met, “That little brat’s rotten to the core. She even hired someone to fake a kidnapping and swindle money out of me!”

She went about her usual work, arranged an internship for my younger brother, taught him all sorts of forensic science, and enjoyed a happy life with him.

Until one day, Mom saw my battered corpse.

She went completely mad.