Detective Daniel Wilson contacted my husband Henry immediately.
Henry was the most gifted and courageous coroner in the police system.
It was said that he could make corpses speak.
He participated in countless criminal cases.
He arrived five minutes later. After the irrelevant personnel evacuated, he opened all the lunch-boxes containing body parts. The stinking smell quickly rushed into his nose.
He quickly exchanged a glance with Daniel.
Daniel immediately spoke, "I checked the surveillance camera at the gate right away, but the rainstorm caused the line failure, which happened to be broken these days..."
The only direct and favorable evidence had been missed.
All the people present looked gloomy.
The murderer even knew that the surveillance camera at the gate of the police station was damaged. The murderer was obviously very familiar with this place.
Looking at the broken pieces of the corpse on the trolley, which had been washed white by the rain.
Several older detectives couldn't help but retch.
But they still suppressed the nausea in their stomachs and consciously formed a line of defense.
In order not to destroy the subtle clues on the body parts, they stopped moving.