I watched as she lit a cigarette and shoved it into every crevice of my bones in order to hide her tracks.
She even used sticks to cause lacerations that confused others' sight.
I could clearly feel every piece of my skin being cut.
I thought, "Dad, Mom, it really hurts."
George, however, suddenly touched my neck in the next second.
I held my breath for a moment.
Was he going to find out?
I had never taken off the necklace that Sarah gave me when she was alive.
"There seems to be abrasions here, so the deceased was most likely strangled around the neck with a thin cord."
I smiled helplessly, remembering that my necklace had been yanked off by her a long time ago. Now there was nothing on my neck but knife marks and traces of acid corrosion.
The police officers present frowned tightly.
This should be the second tragic case in ten years.
The previous psychopathic murderer had already been killed in public ten years ago, but it took a full year for public outrage to barely subside.
I could still remember the panic caused by that murderer.