I Died Tragically on My Wedding Night, and My Husband, a Forensic Doctor, Personally Dissected My Body

Reading this book is an insult to human intelligence. Where the hell did he come from as a fool and treat him like a pig's trotters? Obviously the evidence and clues to the murderer are right in front of you, but you insist on solving the case yourself, deliberately not telling the police, deliberately not telling important clues! Can't you just dream about it? Because it is a truth known to superpowers and because I have experienced it myself, why can't I tell the police and let the evidence disappear and let the evildoers be proud? Even the key figures are here, and the murderer is still provoking in front of him, but he can still endure it, and still spend a huge sum of 500 million to kill the murderer without anyone bidding? The author, this idiot, is here to insult human intelligence! A murder case that can be solved in a few days is still not solved after several months, and private detective methods are still used! Not a police officer? As for what? Big fool, big fool, big fool! Affects my mood