I didn't think she wanted to come see me in the first place.
After all, she didn't want to see me when I was alive, let alone now that I was an ugly corpse.
She was just worried that others would accuse her of being heartless and unwilling to see her own daughter for the last time.
She didn't wanna see her reputation and Wendy get implicated. She cared about no one but Wendy.
The forensic doctor handed her the preliminary examination report. "The preliminary test shows that the victim died ten days ago, with multiple fractures and signs of beating, including but not limited to sticks, hammers, electric shocks, and whips.
"Sign the consent form for autopsy now, and I will further determine the fatal injury. "
My mom stared at the handwriting on the examination report for a long time without saying a word.
It took so long that the forensic doctor urged her to sign the autopsy report again.
She seemed to have regained her senses this time and said in a hoarse voice, "She went to be reformed. How come she had so many injuries?
"The reform institution is very famous. How could they let this happen to a kid?"
Even now, my mom still subconsciously blamed me.
The forensic doctor sighed, "You didn't do any search before you sent your girl over?
"The so–called reform agency has been complained dozens of times in recent years, and the personnel in the agency have been hovering on the brink of breaking the law. A large number of parents have been covering for them, so every time the police came to investigate, they would be stymied.
"What were you thinking? How could you trust them so much?"
My mom finally signed, but her hand was trembling.
The autopsy went on for six hours.
The cause of my death finally came out.
My spine was broken, and my liver and gallbladder were ruptured.
I was beaten to death.