After I Died, My Sister Guarded My Corpse and Went Mad with Regret

As I was being tortured and dismembered, my sister called.

Her voice was full of irritation. "You have to show up at Xiao Jie's award ceremony and clear up the misunderstanding that he plagiarized your idea. If people keep accusing him, don't blame me for making you pay."

By then, my consciousness was fading. I lay on the ground, covered in blood, unable to make a sound.

But she kept scolding me over the phone.

"I'm telling you, if you're going to die, then hurry up and do it. Who do you think you are, putting on that dead look all the time?"

Two days later, the horrific state of my corpse shocked the entire city. My sister, a forensic examiner, was assigned to search it for clues.

But she never could have imagined the victim was the younger brother she hated most.