“She’s a woman, probably just over twenty years old. If nothing’s out of the ordinary, she should be a female student at the school.”

For now, that was all he could tell. After all, William Clark wasn’t a forensic doctor, and he couldn’t be bothered to do a more detailed examination at this moment.

Very soon, Captain Harris—that is, Henry Grant’s brother-in-law—called back.

“Hello.” Henry Grant answered the call.

“Are you still mad at me or what, you—”

“Click—”

Henry Grant hung up the phone again.

Then he squatted down next to William Clark, examining the severed head together.

These two looked like young men, and could be considered second-generation rich kids, but unlike those who only raced cars and played with women, the things they liked and tried were far beyond the interests of ordinary people—some even rather shocking.

“When you reported earlier, how many pieces of flesh had been found in total?” William Clark suddenly asked.

Henry Grant paused, did a quick count, “About seventy or eighty, I guess. By now, it’s probably up to a hundred.”

“Someone is copying a crime.” William Clark pursed his lips and said, “Do you know which one they’re imitating?”

Henry Grant gave William Clark a look as if to say, ‘Do you think I’m an idiot?’ “Even if I’m not a qualified cop, I still know about that case, okay? You mean that dismemberment case, right?”

William Clark nodded. “This year is the anniversary of that dismemberment case, isn’t it? The suspect is paying tribute to it with a new crime.”

Chapter 7: There’s Another Victim!

That dismemberment case happened thirty years ago. The victim was a sophomore female student.

A week after she went missing, pieces of her body were found on Modu Road by an elderly woman out for morning exercise. To destroy evidence, the killer cooked the body and cut it into over a thousand pieces. After the crime, the local police launched a massive search, but due to lack of clues, the killer has never been found.

“If this really is a copycat of that dismemberment case, does that mean we’ll find over a thousand pieces of flesh at the school?” Henry Grant made a face like he was about to vomit. “I once looked at some internal files out of curiosity, way more disgusting than what’s online. That huge basket of flesh—just seeing it would destroy your worldview.”

William Clark patted Henry Grant on the shoulder. “Someone keeps saying he doesn’t want to be a cop, but still goes to read those internal case files. Tsk tsk, you’re really saying one thing and doing another.”

“What, can’t I have hobbies?” Henry Grant shook his head indifferently. At that moment, his phone rang again.

This time, Henry Grant’s brother-in-law Captain Harris didn’t scold him right away, but lowered his voice and asked:

“Did you find something? Otherwise, you wouldn’t have the guts to hang up on me like that!”

“Heh, brother-in-law, I found something.”

“Is it more flesh? We’ve already collected over three hundred pieces here. There’s flesh everywhere—move a desk, shift a chair, look in the bushes, open a toilet, it’s all over the place.”

“I didn’t find flesh.”

Captain Harris’s breathing clearly stopped for a moment. “Then what is it?”

“A head.” Henry Grant stuck a cigarette in his mouth, but when he looked for his lighter, he realized he’d thrown it away earlier. He turned to William Clark, saw him squatting on the ground in pain, and asked in surprise, “What’s wrong, are you feeling sick?”

“Where are you? Bring the head to the office classroom, now!”

“Oh, okay.” Henry Grant hung up, carried the head over to William Clark. “What’s wrong, are you not feeling well?”

William Clark’s face was deathly pale, his body convulsed, and he suddenly felt suffocated. Then, in his ears, it was as if he heard the voice of the radio host:

[“Dear listeners, the story for the next episode is being recorded. Please stay tuned. We’ll see you in the next episode, don’t miss it.”]

When the voice faded, William Clark felt the pressure and pain leave his body as well.

Only then did he hear Henry Grant calling his name.

William Clark waved his hand a little dazedly and staggered to his feet. “It’s fine, I’m okay. Let’s go deliver the head, so we can confirm the identity sooner.”

Henry Grant nodded. “What about you? Not coming with me?”

“I’m going back to the dorm to rest. I’m not in the student council, after all.”

“Damn, so unbrotherly. Don’t you love murder?”

William Clark coughed, then turned and slung his arm around Henry Grant’s shoulders. “You’re right, I do love murder. But I’m not so twisted that I’d cook a corpse and cut it into a thousand pieces, you get me?”

“So…”

“So, I’m going to sleep. You keep looking for flesh. If you want, I can bring you some salt and cumin.”

“You…” Henry Grant.

After saying that, William Clark walked off, totally unbrotherly, crossed the stadium, and ahead was his dorm building.

There were quite a few people searching around the stadium as well, and discoveries kept popping up. Even under the basketball hoop, there were pieces of flesh.