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.
He killed hundreds of children in quick succession. At that time, for my safety, George was away on a case, and Sarah took time off work to stay at home with me all the time.
It was also the final memory of love I had of my parents.
George took the cigarette butts he had removed from the crevices of my body and handed them to Samuel, saying sternly, "Check on them to see if there's any DNA residue on them. I can't tell right now how long this has been in the victim's body and if it's been washed away by bodily fluids, but it's the only clue."
With that, he turned around and looked at the other side.
"Also, see if anyone has come to report a crime recently. If a girl from a family is reported missing, pay more attention to it.
"The deceased's blood has been sent for data comparison, but the results may take at least three days to come out."
As he finished speaking, George's cell phone rang.
"George, the birthday present I sent Eleanor was returned. Why did she refuse it? Is Eleanor with you?"
That was my aunt, Audrey Mitchell.
Audrey was the only one who cared about me after Sarah died.
Only Audrey would wish me a happy birthday every year on it.
But George immediately became impatient when he heard my name.
"Don't mention her in front of me. How could I possibly let her stay here?
"Maybe she felt ashamed to accept your gift. If it weren't for her, how could your sister have died? I can't believe you gave her a birthday present."