My name is Eleanor Sutton. I was a detective. Now I’m dead. I’ve become a ghost, lingering around my fiancé, Charles Kingsley. “Charles, something’s happened. I need your help!” Charles got a call from Amelia Thomas. he dropped everything and rushed to her. She was his first love; they grew up togethis. Whatever she asked, he would do it. I once asked if he only cared about Amelia. he would always impatiently reply, “Amelia and I are just friends. Stop being jealous.” This time, she killed someone and asked his to handle the body. And he agreed. But he didn’t know the body was mine.
“Amelia, this is the last time I’m helping you!” Charles expertly put on gloves and started erasing the fingerprints. When he saw a scar on the body’s right arm, he worried it might be recognized. So, he used acid to dissolve the scar. Then, he continued checking for other identifiable marks. Out of habit, he narrated while examining, “There’s a scar on her left abdomen, looks like a surgical mark.” Even though we’ve been dating for years, we’ve never had sex. He said he didn’t have sex before marriage to protect me. I respect his point of view and am glad for it. So, he doesn’t know about the scars on my arm and abdomen. Amelia got nervous when she heard Charles. She held her breath and stayed silent. Only after he used acid to erase the scars on the body did she finally relax. “It looks like she’s missing a kidney.” Charles pressed on the left side of the abdomen, confirming his suspicion. Amelia, worried he might figure something out, quickly changed the subject. “Where should we dump the body after we’re done?” “Just find a random spot, as long as it won’t be discovered.” Amelia agreed and then stared at Charles. “Have you and your fiancée made up yet?” He snorted. “I don’t want to talk about her.” Seeing his expression, Amelia knew our relationship hadn’t improved. Satisfied with the answer, she said no more. She needed to be sure he still didn’t know I had truly disappeared. A month ago, Charles and I had a fierce argument. Since then, we’ve been giving each other the silent treatment. No matter what messages I sent, he wouldn’t reply, and he didn’t even come home. After dealing with the body, Charles stood up and took off his gloves. he glanced at the head of the corpse. The face was completely unrecognizable, not a single part intact. Naturally, Charles couldn’t recognize me. he asked, “How much did you hate her to destroy her face like this? She wasn’t someone you knew, was she?” Amelia’s heart skipped a beat, and she gave a guilty laugh. “There are other forensic experts in the city. This is all I can do. Be careful.” “I got it.” Amelia nodded and then eagerly threw herself into Charles’s arms. “Charles, I’ve missed you so much.” “Do you know I’ve been thinking about you every single day? I’m going crazy without you.” Charles was moved by her words. Amelia held his hand. “Charles, please don’t go. Stay with me a little longer, okay?” With that, Amelia kissed Charles. he couldn’t resist her. In front of my corpse, he embraced her and they made love. I wanted to rush over and shout, “Don’t do this disgusting thing next to my body.” But my soul passed right through them. No matter how much I screamed, they couldn’t hear me. I was powerless.
Amelia and Charles’s moans filled the air. I wanted to cover my ears, but the sound pierced my soul. No matter what I did, it was useless. I couldn’t escape. It felt like a curse, my soul was bound to his, and I couldn’t break free. I watched helplessly as my fiancé, the man I cherished more than my own life, made love with my murderer. I felt so nauseous I wanted to vomit. After I threw up, a spiteful thought crossed my mind: Charles would eventually realize the corpse beside his was mine. One day, when he finds out he slept with the woman who killed his fiancée and even helped her destroy my body, would he break down? A twisted sense of revenge filled my heart. It made me feel a bit better. Charles and Amelia made love next to my remains for over an hour. Afterward, he went back home. he opened the door to darkness. he turned on the light and walked into the kitchen out of habit. he opened the fridge and grabbed a chilled coconut water. he smelled the stench of rotting vegetables. he covered his nose and cleaned out the rotten vegetables from the fridge. There was still a bottle of fresh milk in the fridge, expiring in a day, produced a week ago. Seeing the date, Charles naturally thought of the corpse he just saw. he immediately recognized that the body had been dead for a week. The body hadn’t decomposed yet, indicating Amelia had put a lot of effort into preserving it. Charles shook his head, not wanting to think about why Amelia did it. I watched his standing at my room’s door. After hesitating for a while, he pushed it open. Freshly washed, unfolded clothes were on my bed. Charles folded the clothes and put them in the wardrobe. While putting the clothes away, he accidentally pulled something out. I instantly recognized it as a wedding dress casebook. Charles opened the book and saw the wedding dress. After a few seconds of shock, he threw the book into the wardrobe with disgust and left. My spirit followed his, and I heard his angrily say, “So you’re just going to ignore me forever? Fine, never come home. Just die out there!” he didn’t know, I really was dead. The next morning, Charles was woken up by his phone ringing. My body was found by a sanitation worker. He called the police, and they arrived quickly. Charles showed up at the scene too. he immediately recognized the body he had dealt with. “Mr. Kingsley, the face has been maliciously damaged, and the fingerprints are gone. We can’t identify the body right now.” Hearing this from his assistant, Charles sighed in relief. Luckily, nothing identifiable was left. “Take the body back first. I’ll go talk to Isaac.” Charles approached Isaac Whitman, my mentor, to learn more about the body’s identity. “Isaac, the body is badly damaged. It’ll take time to identify it through the remains. Did you find any evidence at the scene?” Isaac was completely clueless. “This isn’t the primary crime scene. It rained last night. We can’t find any useful evidence. This case is tough! And Eleanor is on vacation right now!” Isaac deliberately mentioned me in front of Charles. he got a bit angry when he heard my name. “Has Eleanor contacted you?” Isaac knew Charles had been upset with me because of that incident. He wanted to help smooth things over. “Isaac, I’m busy. I need to get back to the station.” With that, Charles turned and left. Isaac watched his walk away, shaking his head and sighing, “I really don’t understand what young people are thinking these days!” Then he took out his phone and called me. “This is strange. She still can’t be reached. Leo, can you try calling Eleanor?” My soul couldn’t stray too far from Charles, so I followed his back to the station. his assistant looked at my body on the autopsy table and sighed, “Mr. Kingsley, this killer is so cruel! She was so young, and now she’s dead.” Once he was suited up, his assistant stepped back to give his space. “Mr. Kingsley, we have to get justice for the victim!” Hearing this, Charles’s hand holding the scalpel trembled slightly. I noticed his eyes were filled with tears. he must be feeling guilty for helping the killer. If he knew the body in front of his was mine, how would he feel? He’d probably be happy. After all, his mother, Carol Kingsley, died because of me… A month ago, our police department teamed up with the state government to take down organized crime. I worked overtime for a month straight. I was so busy I even forgot Carol’s birthday. She understood how hard I was working and felt sorry for me for working overtime for a month straight. That night, Carol prepared some desserts and personally brought them to the police station. After I got the call, I was about to go out and bring her in. At the same time, the on-duty officer caught a fugitive and was about to interrogate his. I followed them into the interrogation room and forgot to meet Carol at the entrance. When I finished the interrogation and came out, I saw Charles storming towards me, furious. I remembered there weren’t any major cases recently, so he shouldn’t have been working late. Why was he here at this hour? Sensing something was off, I was about to ask his what was wrong. He walked up and slapped me. “Do you remember my mom?” It hit me then—Carol had been waiting outside the station for me. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I completely forgot. I’ll go apologize to her right now!” I started to run outside, but noticed Charles standing still. I was about to ask what was going on when I saw Isaac coming in with a grave expression. “Eleanor, Mr. Kingsley, come in.” Once inside Isaac’s office, I learned that Carol was dead. “Carol’s dead? What happened?” Isaac told me that while Carol was waiting for me outside the station, she ran into some thugs. We had been cracking down on gangs, and I had arrested their leader. In retaliation, they knocked Carol out and dragged her to the roadside. They cut off her arms and legs and dumped them in a nearby ditch. I couldn’t believe Carol was dead. I looked into Isaac’s eyes. He sighed, head lowered. Charles collapsed onto the table, sobbing uncontrollably. “Eleanor, you bitch! If you had picked up my mom earlier, this wouldn’t have happened!” Charles was furious at me when he found out Carol came to the police station to bring me desserts and got attacked by my enemies. We had planned toget engaged next week. But because of this incident, he put the plan on hold. Charles refused to forgive me and moved out of our shared apartment. He ignored my texts and calls. Even at Carol’s funeral, he had people block me from entering. “You killed my mom. You have no right to be at her funeral.” In the end, I could only say goodbye to Carol from outside the funeral home, facing where her body was laid. I had one lingering question about the whole thing. How did those thugs know Carol was connected to me? Given the nature of our jobs, Charles and I had warned Carol not to mention us to anyone, fearing our enemies might target her. The surveillance near the police station captured those thugs. I led the team to arrest them myself. But no matter how I interrogated them, they claimed it was a spur-of-the-moment attack. Yet all the evidence pointed to a premeditated crime. After all, no one would be dumb enough to wander around a police station with knives in the middle of the night. I traced the two machetes back to a hardware store. I was surprised to find that the clerk was Amelia. I showed her the photos of the thugs and asked if she recognized them. She looked carefully, then shook her head and said she didn’t know them. Finding no leads, I turned to leave. As I was walking out, I spotted a gold earring in the corner. It was the one I gave Carol for her birthday last year. The day before she was attacked, she had called me, apologizing for losing the earring. “How did her gold earring end up here?” I picked up the gold earring, ready to ask Amelia what was going on. Suddenly, someone pulled out a metal rod and struck my head hard. Before I passed out, I heard a man’s voice behind Amelia. “Amelia, did that old lady tell her about our smuggling?” “Mr. Kingsley, I extracted the victim’s DNA!” Charles’s assistant worked all night and finally got some DNA from my body. “Send it to the Serology Unit. We’ll know the victim’s identity soon!” I saw Charles staring intently at the vial in his assistant’s hand, torn about destroying it. “Mr. Kingsley, I’ve been up all night. I’m going to catch some sleep. Please hand it over to the Serology Unit!” his assistant left, yawning. Charles stood there, hesitating for a long time. Professional ethics wouldn’t let his destroy the DNA. But he knew he had already messed up by helping Amelia dispose of the body. Now, he was her accomplice. If she got caught, so would he. While Charles was still hesitating, he heard a knock on the door. he opened it. It was Amelia. “What are you doing here?” Amelia didn’t wait for his to finish and walked in, closing the door behind her. “I missed you.” She reached out to touch his hand. Charles sighed, “If someone sees you, we’re in trouble. You need to leave!” Amelia ignored his, taking a stroll around the lab. When she looked at my body on the autopsy table, she tentatively asked, “What did the police find out?” Charles shook his head and instinctively covered a DNA container with a file. Amelia noticed his odd behavior but didn’t call his out. She stepped forward and hugged his tightly, saying, “Charles, come back to me. I truly love you!” “I’ve always said Eleanor wasn’t right for you. If it weren’t for her, Carol wouldn’t be dead. she worked so hard to raise you. she never got to enjoy a single day of peace before Eleanor killed her…” Charles got angry the moment Amelia mentioned me. “Don’t bring her up again. She killed my mom. Just thinking about her makes me sick. I should never have agreed to be with her!” Does he feel disgusted? Yes. In Charles’s heart, only Amelia mattered. If it wasn’t to make Amelia jealous, he wouldn’t have agreed to be with me. But I truly loved him. I valued him more than my own life. Now, looking back, it all seems so ridiculous. Amelia held Charles’s hand. he quickly allowed her intimate actions. I shouted anxiously from the side, “Charles, don’t listen to her. Carol was killed by her! She is the real murderer!” But unfortunately, I’m just a ghost now, and he can’t hear me. “Charles, come back to me.” Amelia raised her head and kissed his lips. “Charles, stop rejecting me. Think of it as revenge on Eleanor, okay?” “No! No! Charles, how could you do this to Carol?” I screamed desperately. But I’m just a ghost. I can’t do anything. Next, Charles started undressing Amelia. They made love right in front of me. I helplessly crouched in the corner, watching it all. I suddenly hated why I could only be a ghost. I hated myself for being so helpless. Soon, they were done. Charles went to the bathroom to freshen up. Seeing he wasn’t around, Amelia took out the DNA sample she had prepared and swapped it with mine. She knew if the police found out this body was mine, she’d be finished. After tidying up, Charles left the bathroom and noticed Amelia was gone. he sighed in relief and stood at the workbench. After a moment’s thought, he decided to send the DNA sample from the body to the Serology Unit for testing. he had made up his mind in the bathroom. Helping Amelia with the body was his first mistake. he couldn’t keep making wrong choices. he couldn’t betray his knowledge. he owed the deceased justice! No matter the outcome of the investigation, no matter the punishment, he would accept it. Charles took the DNA sample to the Serology Unit. On his way back, he ran into Isaac. Seeing him, he anxiously asked, “Mr. Kingsley, has Eleanor contacted you recently? We’ve been calling her, but she hasn’t answered.” Charles realized he hadn’t heard from Eleanor all week. Seeing he shake his head, Isaac grew worried. “Eleanor isn’t the type to avoid problems. It’s been a week with no contact. Could something have happened to her?” Charles felt something was off too. Eleanor wasn’t the type to disappear out of anger. It was indeed strange not to hear from her for so long. Charles took out his phone. Eleanor’s last message to him was nine days ago at 7:23 PM. She called him three times in a row. After that, she never called again. Her last WhatsApp message was nine days ago. After Eleanor sent him a “Good morning,” she stopped messaging. Her Instagram hasn’t been updated either. A sense of foreboding crept into Charles’s heart. “Maybe Eleanor went abroad to relax?” Isaac quickly shook his head. After a moment of hesitation, he slowly said, “Eleanor went to investigate the truth behind your mom’s death.” Charles found it odd. he thought Carol was killed by Eleanor’s enemies, so there was no need for an investigation. “Eleanor discovered that those thugs specifically targeted your mom, not for revenge.” “They wanted to kill my mom?” Charles didn’t believe it. he thought Carol was just an ordinary woman; no one would want to kill her. “We don’t know the exact reason either, so Eleanor took leave to investigate. She didn’t want us to tell you, fearing you’d worry.” “Did she find anything?” Isaac shook his head, “We don’t know. We lost contact with her nine days ago.” Charles took out his phone and kept calling Eleanor. But no matter how many times he dialed, he got the same automated message. “The number you have dialed is currently switched off…” Seeing Charles’s anxious look, Isaac knew he still cared about Eleanor, which reassured him. “Couples always have their fights. Don’t stay mad too long. When you find Eleanor, have a good talk with her!” Charles thought he could ask the neighbors. If Eleanor had been back, someone would have seen her. But when he asked the neighbors he knew, they all said they hadn’t seen her for days. One neighbor said the last time he saw her was on Commerce Lane. he was on his way to the supermarket to get cheap eggs and ran into her. he greeted her and saw her enter a hardware store. he was in a hurry to get the cheap eggs, so he left. A hardware store? Charles remembered seeing a business card for a hardware store in Eleanor’s closet. So, he rushed home to find that card. Charles emptied out the clothes from my closet. Finally, he found the card buried deep inside. At the same time, he discovered a file folder hidden at the bottom. Inside was a kidney donation agreement. A few years ago, Charles was diagnosed with kidney failure and needed a transplant. I secretly got tested and found I was a match. So, I donated one of my kidneys to him. But I never told him. I didn’t want him to feel obligated to be with me out of gratitude. I love him, and I didn’t want him to carry that burden. Seeing the documents, Charles realized I had donated a kidney. “Left kidney?” Seeing those words, Charles was shocked. he vaguely remembered that the body had also donated a left kidney. “This can’t be. It shouldn’t be possible!” Charles started trembling uncontrollably. That ominous thought crept back into his mind. he thought, “Could that body be Eleanor?” Just then, Charles’s phone rang. A colleague from the Serology Unit called, saying the DNA test results were in, and they couldn’t find a match in the database. Hearing this, Charles sighed in relief. Everyone’s DNA in the police department is recorded in the database. If the Serology Unit couldn’t match the DNA, it meant the body wasn’t Eleanor. To be sure, Charles asked, “Did you also compare the deceased’s DNA with our database?” “We tried, but we found no matches.” With this confirmation, Charles finally felt at ease. Good, that person wasn’t Eleanor. Floating beside Charles, I could only sigh helplessly. Amelia had already swapped the DNA extracted from the body, so it couldn’t possibly match mine. Charles tried calling Eleanor several more times, but still couldn’t get through. he decided to send her a WhatsApp message instead. [I’ve figured it all out. Let’s talk.] Three hours passed, and Eleanor still hadn’t replied. Charles checked Twitter and saw her last login was nine days ago. Her music app showed she last listened to a song nine days ago too. Did she just vanish? Charles put away the hardware store’s business card. he planned to visit after work tomorrow. After all, that might be the last place Eleanor was seen. The next day at work, Charles was distracted all morning. In the cafeteria at lunch, a colleague from the Serology Unit noticed his distraction and teased, “Mr. Kingsley, what’s up? Did Ms. Sutton take your soul on vacation with her?” “Don’t be ridiculous!” Charles rolled his eyes, embarrassed, and took a bite of his food. “Mr. Kingsley, that’s a piece of rosemary!” his assistant also noticed he wasn’t hisself all morning. The Serology Unit colleague complained, “You should just take some time off. The sample you gave me yesterday was full of impurities. Good thing I know what I’m doing, or I wouldn’t have been able to extract anything!” “That’s impossible. I extracted that sample myself. I guarantee it was 100% up to standard!” The assistant was confident in their skills. Hearing this, Charles suddenly remembered the lab had surveillance cameras. If anyone found out Amelia was there yesterday, it would be trouble. he immediately put down his fork, skipped lunch, and rushed back to the studio to destroy yesterday’s surveillance footage. Charles pulled up yesterday’s surveillance. The footage showed him going to the restroom, leaving Amelia alone in the studio. he saw her switch the DNA samples! Why would she do that? Charles didn’t have time to think. his top priority now was to re-extract a sample. The body had already been processed by him, making it extremely difficult to find DNA. Charles didn’t give up. Finally, he extracted the last bit of DNA and immediately sent it to his colleague in the Serology Unit. he waited outside, wanting to know the results as soon as possible. his phone rang. It was Amelia. “Charles, I miss you. Can you come see me?” Amelia’s voice sounded like she was drunk. “I’m at work right now,” Charles replied patiently. “Charles, can you really leave me alone? Don’t you love me anymore?” Amelia pleaded. He frowned. Then he agreed, “Wait for me. I’ll be right there!” he hung up the phone. Charles headed to the hotel location Amelia had sent. In less than half an hour, he was in the hotel room. Amelia, clearly drunk, tried to kiss Charles as soon as he walked in. I looked at her sleazy face, wanting to kill her. But I couldn’t hurt her now. I could only cover my ears and stand in the corner with my eyes closed. After they finished, Amelia, drunk, fell asleep. Charles quickly got dressed and glanced at her lying on the bed before leaving. Her had a scar on his abdomen. That scar was from donating a kidney to him. Because of this, he was always grateful to her. So when she asked his to help dispose of a body, he agreed, thinking of that kidney. At this moment, Charles noticed something off about Amelia’s scar. he walked over and touched it. The scar was smooth, without any raised tissue. Charles wet his fingers and rubbed it; the scar started to fade. “This scar is fake?” Charles examined Amelia’s abdomen and found no signs of surgery. That meant she never donated a kidney. “The kidney inside me isn’t from you?” Charles was furious, his face turning red. Hearing this, I understood everything. It turns out Amelia took my place. The kidney I donated was credited to him. Now I understood why Charles always said he owed her a huge favor he could never repay whenever I got jealous. he found out she never donated a kidney to him. So all those things he did to repay her, what were they for? She had been using and deceiving him all along. How could he have been so foolish to trust a liar? Charles was extremely angry. his phone ringing brought his back to his senses. A call came in from a colleague at the Serology Unit. Charles grabbed his things and stepped outside to take the call. “Charles, you need to come back to the office immediately.” The colleague didn’t directly tell his the results. Charles wanted to know the outcome. Just then, he saw a WhatsApp message from Isaac pop up on his phone screen. [We found Eleanor.]
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