But every time he encountered a case of dismemberment, he would go blank physiologically.
Looking at the mutilated body, my brother's hand holding the pen trembled, cold sweat dripping from his skin, and his lips turned pale.
"It has been a long time since I saw such extreme revenge...
"There is not a single piece of skin on the bones that I can identify. All I can tell is that it is a young woman who never gave birth.
"When the bones were broken one by one, the victim was still breathing."
Watching my brother's pallid face, Captain Lewis gradually lost hope.
Although my brother's expertise in forensics and criminal psychology was self-taught, he became one of the top talents in the state.
He had never made a mistake in his assessments of cases over the years.
My brother carefully observed every bone. Sweat constantly dripped from his face, but he wiped away hastily with a corner of his clothes.
Then he sat down, intending to reconstruct the killer's mindset. However, he hesitated to write.
Every inch of the body had the same horrific appearance, and he couldn't discern the order of dismemberment or the motive for revenge.
Captain Lewis couldn't help but speak up from the side, "It's... so similar..."
"To the unsolved case eight years ago."
My brother finished his sentence, and both of them fell silent.
The suspect in that case remains a mystery even now, and my brother has almost collapsed during the past eight years of struggling for the case.
The next moment, he immediately dialed my phone number.
But I was already a body, unable to answer him.
The phone kept ringing, and with each ring, my brother's patience faded.
"Where the hell did she go again? Does she think I can't solve this case without her? Who does she think she is!"
Usually, I would always answer my brother's calls as soon as possible.
Perhaps because this case was too difficult, my brother became frustrated, and his voice carried undisguised resentment.
Captain Lewis walked around the body several times in confusion, pointing to the left hand.
"Is there a missing finger here?"
His words made me nervous immediately.
My brother's gaze also fell on the left hand of the body.
One of the bony, tiny fingers was attached to a portion of muscle tissue. No matter how we counted, there were only four fingers on the hand.
"The broken part of this bone must have been chopped off before she died."