Henry ultimately decided to do the autopsy directly on site.
My soul floated beside him, my eyes fell on the corpse, and the tearing pain surrounded me again.
"Henry, can you let me speak this time?" I wondered.
In order to allow him to do the autopsy in peace, Daniel moved all the other things in the hall outside.
For three consecutive days, Daniel accompanied him and helped him.
They were the most tacit partners in solving cases.
Henry hardly ate anything for three days and only relied on sugar water to stay energetic.
The corpse finally took on a human appearance.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead with a sigh of relief.
But when his eyes fell on the corpse's right hand, and he suddenly frowned.
There was a finger missing.
Daniel's eyes were filled with anxiety. Seeing that Henry remained silent, he asked directly, "How is it? Any clues? I've searched all the related stuff in the past three days, but there's nothing I can use. Damn it!"
Henry picked up the sugar water on the table, took a gulp and said, "I can only tell that the victim was a young female. There were so many wounds on her body that I cannot tell which one was the fatal one.