Page 1 of The entire family helped my sister cover up the evidence of crime

I'm dead.

On a silent, deserted mountain road, I was killed by a sports car that appeared out of nowhere.

The agony of having every bone in my body crushed was unforgettable, though thankfully my consciousness faded quickly, and the pain lasted only moments.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself floating in mid-air as a spirit.

The sky was growing dark. I watched as the girl in the sports car ran out in panic, trembling as she reached out to check my breathing, then collapsed to the ground in terror.

She frantically pulled out her phone to make a call, crying as she said she had killed someone.

The moment she spoke, I immediately recognized her face.

It was my sister Hannah Edwards, though she wasn't my biological sister.

Less than half an hour later, Bella, who should have been on duty at the hospital, rushed to the scene.

She jogged over to Hannah's side, frowning as she looked at the pool of blood on the ground. "Didn't you tell me you were going out with coworkers? How did you end up racing cars in the mountains?"

Hannah sobbed as she threw herself into Bella's arms, her voice choked with tears. "I'm sorry, Mom. I just wanted to try out the new sports car. I never thought I'd kill someone. I don't want to go to prison!"

She cried while watching Bella's expression carefully.

Seeing her face soften, Hannah continued, "The general manager election is just a month away. If this gets out, my life will be completely ruined."

Upon hearing this, Bella's originally stern expression became gentler. She beckoned to Hannah, then playfully tugged at her ear.

She said, "You've never given me a moment's peace since you were little. You're in your twenties nowhow can you still be so reckless?"

Though her words were scolding, there wasn't a trace of real reproach in her tone. Even I could hear the indulgence in her voice, let alone Hannah, who had always been good at reading people's moods.

She cried even harder, even saying through her tears that she would turn herself in and spend the rest of her life in prison.

She said this, but kept stealing glances at Bella's face the whole time.

Surely Bella wouldn't indulge Hannah this time, right?

After all, this was a human life.

But I was wrong.

Bella put on gloves and efficiently collected the items the corpse was carrying.

Phone, wallet, keys...

If she had just opened the wallet and looked, she would have discovered it was me.

But she didn't.

She coldly finished processing the scene and began using concentrated sulfuric acid to corrode my fingerprints.

Even in my spirit form, I felt a sharp pain in my fingertips.

My once-soft fingertips slowly revealed bloody bone under Bella's ministrations.

Yet her expression remained unchanged as she frowned at Hannah, who stood there in a daze.

She said, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and call your father to come help!"

Would Cooper really help a murderer?

I was stunned. Cooper, who had always been upright and moral, surely wouldn't condone his daughter fleeing from justice, would he?

But once again, I was wrong.

At first, Cooper reacted just like Bella, angrily scolding Hannah for being reckless.

But when Hannah broke down crying, saying she should go to prison, his usually stern expression softened.

He sighed while helping Bella dispose of the evidence.

When Hannah backed up the sports car, my body was fully exposed before them.

It was a horrific sight.

My once delicate face had been crushed beyond recognition by the wheels, completely disfigured.

My exposed fingers had been corroded by the sulfuric acid into something grotesque.

Mud mixed with blood covered my mangled flesh, making it nauseating to look at.

Seeing this scene, Hannah immediately ran to a nearby grove and started vomiting.

Cooper and Bella exchanged glances and, with practiced coordination, picked up the tools they had prepared and began dismembering the body.

Even though I was just a soul and could no longer feel physical pain, why did my heart still ache so much that I wanted to cry?

It gradually started to rain, getting heavier and heavier.

The large raindrops hit their faces with audible splashes.

Rain was the perfect tool for washing away bloodstains and covering up evidence, but it also seriously slowed down Cooper and Bella's progress.

Moreover, the longer they stayed here, the greater their chance of being discovered.

So they picked up the pace, hacking at my leg bones without flinching. If one strike didn't work, they'd use two.

But when Bella touched my right leg, she suddenly froze.

Following her gaze, I saw what she was holding in her palm - a crooked, jagged scar.

It was from when I had first been brought back to Edwards Villa, when Hannah pushed me down the stairs and I got cut.

I remembered how my blood had stained the white carpet red.

But Cooper and Bella had only cared about checking Hannah's hands for bloodstains, anxiously wanting to take her to the hospital.

Hannah had refused, saying tearfully that she shouldn't have been roughhousing with me, causing me to fall down the stairs.

They had only glanced at me coldly and said, "Harley grew up in the mountains - how could she be afraid of a little pain?"

But children who grew up in the mountains still bleed red blood.

When people get hurt, how can they not feel pain?

Bella's hesitation made Cooper, who was busy working, impatient.

He nudged her with his elbow: "What are you spacing out for? If someone comes by later, Hannah's entire life will be ruined!"

"Cooper, I feel like..." Bella's voice was trembling.

He cut her off: "Feel like what? You've been a medical examiner for so many years - are you getting squeamish now?"

He frowned as he stuffed the pieces of flesh into bags: "Stop daydreaming. Time's running out."

Hearing this, Bella, who had been hesitating, also picked up her pace.

But I could clearly see a hint of barely concealed panic in her eyes.

Perhaps she was also worried that her career would end with this dismemberment case.

But in their hearts, Hannah's bright future was more important.

In the end, I watched as my body was divided into dozens of bags, then stuffed into paint buckets.

It turned out that both Cooper and Bella had been prepared to destroy the evidence all along.

But they left in such a hurry that they didn't even notice when my ID card accidentally fell out of one of the bags.

Also overlooked were the mushrooms that had been trampled into mush.