As a professor of criminal psychology, Charlie Hector was also invited to conduct a psychological analysis of prisoners. When Coroner Zander saw him coming, he moved his chubby hands and said earnestly, "Professor Hector, you are finally here."
Charlie had a calm expression, showing no emotion, and his beautiful eyebrows furrowed.
"Let's begin the autopsy."
"Okay."
Charlie had always been meticulous in his work. He stared at my body on the dissecting table without blinking, as if he was appreciating an artist creating a fine work of art. There was no other emotion in his eyes at all.
My body was dismembered, so it wasn't easy to piece it back together. Besides, my face was corroded by sulfuric acid, so it wasn't difficult to tell how I originally looked.
"The deceased had struggled violently before her death. The marks on her neck were left by the thin rope before her death. The murderer must have enjoyed torturing her at that time."
Charlie spoke calmly, and Coroner Zander added in confusion, "So, the deceased had a strong desire to live. But why did she stop struggling later?"
Charlie stared at my neck with deep eyes as if he wanted to see through my body.