The police dog barked as it sniffed the minced meat on the ground.
My brother frowned as he revisited the scene back and forth countless times. He tried to deduce what happened to me before I died by closing his eyes.
My brother was the youngest, but he was the most powerful criminal profiler in the Bureau since he had solved countless difficult criminal cases in his hands.
The other detectives performed their duties, like taking pictures, collecting evidence and looking for clues. They all knew that they must not disturb my brother when he was deducing with his eyes closed.
Time ticked by. Suddenly, my brother's eyelashes trembled and his face gradually turned pale, almost transparent.
His hands holding the pen turned white from the force he exerted, cold sweat dripped from his temples and his breathing became increasingly rapid.
“This is a brutal massacre. According to my profile, the murderer was seeking revenge with ruthless means. The victim was a woman, who was tortured to death and dismembered after her blood was drained."
As expected of my brother, he could make an accurate deduction based on the scene alone.