"Based on the amount of blood on the ground and the festering skin of the deceased, the deceased should have been whipped to death."
I was floating in the air and couldn't help but want to applaud.
Stacey was awesome.
That was how the murderer tortured me!
Peter's face was cold.
"What about the information of the deceased?"
Stacey lowered her head and began to piece together the broken bones on the ground. After a while, she whispered.
"From the broken bones and the severed palm, it can be inferred that the deceased was a male... Unfortunately, the skull is missing. But the deceased should be around 30 years old, six feet tall. And there is a mole on his left arm."
Having said this, Stacey hesitated for a moment.
I was floating in the air, worried.
I thought, "Stacey, please find out that it's me!
"They acted as a gang.
"The murderer's next target is you!"
Finally, Stacey's assistant pointed to the two broken palms on the ground.
"Miss Tucker, the red nail polish on these two severed palms looks like it was just painted. The murderer must be a man. His skills are so poor."
Stacey said, "Let me see."