There had been no progress on the case for the past two days. George's eyes were filled with fatigue as he lit a cigarette.
"The deceased may have just reached adulthood, but she was chronically malnourished with skinny bones and multiple fractures all over her body, and those wounds were all enough to be fatal. She was badly torn between her legs, so it was obvious that she had suffered inhuman abuse before her death, especially since she had many cigarette butts stuck in the crevices of her bones...
"Now the body lacked the right hand, most likely because there were clues left on the right hand from the murderer."
Hearing the forensic doctor's autopsy results, Samuel couldn't help but curse angrily, "Damn it! Bastards! Are they still regarded as human beings?"
George looked up and said feebly, "And they had been using drugs to keep the victim conscious before she died, so she was still conscious when she was injured."
All the detectives present were shocked by it, and such inhumane retaliation was close to genocide.
I felt so upset inside.
George was truly amazing.
For the past eight full hours, I had watched soberly as the murderer had left scars all over my body.