He was the most outstanding captain of the Criminal Investigation Department.
There was no case he couldn't crack in three days.
Jackson handed over the organized files to them.
"The victim is a female, aged 23 or 24, died in pain. The head was struck multiple times with a blunt object, the skull shattered, and she was splashed with concentrated sulfuric acid before dying. Plus, there were wounds on her abdomen. She died in agonizing pain."
Chris cursed softly, "Monster!"
"To dare dump a body right in front of the police station, this is a blatant provocation!"
Arthur glanced at the incomplete body on the dissection table, his tone filled with regret.
"She was under 25, such a young age."
Yes, I was only 24, still very young, barely a third into my life.
Arthur's gloved hand touched the space where my left leg should have been.
"Her left leg?"
I was so nervous.
Could he discover this clue?
My left leg bone was deformed.
It was injured years ago while saving Arthur, causing me to limp ever since.
Jackson shook his head. "We haven't found the victim's left leg."
Just then, a police officer walked in carrying a plastic bag.