Bits and pieces of my body were scattered across the ground. In fact, one couldn’t tell what I looked like right now.
My soul levitated in mid-air. I just stared at my body from above.
I didn’t feel particularly sad. To me, death was an escape.
I had no idea how long I had been floating around. That was, until Kevin arrived at the scene.
He trailed behind a group of police officers. He was mainly in charge of taking photos of the scene and recording the details as well as communicating with his colleagues.
One of the police officers said, “We discovered some gunpowder at the scene. Perhaps someone crafted this bomb by hand. The thing is, the victim’s identity remains unknown for now.”
Kevin frowned as he looked at my body.
I could feel nervousness starting to sink in. For some reason, I had this strange desire welling up in me.
Would Kevin feel remorseful if he were to find out that I was the victim?
I stared at Kevin unblinkingly, hoping to pick up on a glint of recognition in those eyes of his.
But Kevin just stood up while maintaining a mask of impassiveness. “I can tell that the victim is a female. Based on the clothing pieces, she was wearing something stylish. You can try checking for missing women who are between ages 20 to 30.”
My heart sank tremendously at his words. It appeared that Kevin didn’t recognize me at all.
Right… He didn’t care about me, so how would he be able to recognize me?
