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My second piece of the body was my left arm.
It was in a large vat of pickled cabbage in front of a noodle shop and had been soaked until it turned white and swollen.
When it was fished out,several students eating nearby began to vomit continuously.
Facing the strange looks from the onlookers,the landlady turned pale and collapsed to the ground directly.
Not until the police came did she start crying in a flurry.
"What's going on?Has this large vat of yours always been placed outside?"
"Our stall has always been placed outside.We are all neighbors.I didn't expect such a thing to happen."
As she spoke,she almost fainted.
Just thinking that her business might not go well in the future,tears couldn't stop flowing.
The young policeman comforted her a few words.
Only that old policeman squatted down and observed my arm.
It was so swollen from being soaked that several scars could be seen on it.The wounds were turned outward and had become white and swollen flesh.
"Only when the wound hasn't scabbed over will such marks appear after being soaked,"
The forensic doctor said,and then he used tweezers to pick out a few stones from the turned-up flesh.
"This wound is very deep.Even when she was alive,it was almost down to the bone.The cutting surface is irregular,as if it was ground out by something."
While listening to their conversation,I played with a kitten.
The kitten could see me and pounced around at my feet.Suddenly,the landlady kicked it in the stomach.
It bared its teeth and let out a shrill scream.
Suddenly,it attracted everyone's attention.
The landlady smiled awkwardly:"This wild cat is too annoying.I'm driving it away.Don't let it interfere with your work."
As she spoke,she brandished a rolling pin.The kitten seemed to be determined to oppose her.It jumped around and finally knocked over the counter.All the change clattered out.Along with the change,a pink wallet fell out.With a snap,the wallet opened facing everyone,and from a distance,a photo could be seen inside.
The female landlord looked in shock and, in a panic, tried to pick it up.
But it was too late.The old policeman picked it up.On the photo was a girl with a bright smile wearing a strawberry hairpin.
The girl with a bright smile on the photo was me.
Probably no one had expected that my identity would be revealed so easily.
