In the middle of the room, there was a wooden bed, which was also covered with dried blood.

They were almost certain that this was the place where the female corpse was cut into pieces and dismembered.

"My lord, I noticed that the cuts on the head and the body seemed inconsistent."

The more Coroner Linch thought about it, the more he felt suspicious. He wondered before why the murderer cut the woman into pieces, venting his anger, but only cut off her head without leaving any scratches.

Coroner Linch opened the coffin again yesterday and checked the body once more, only to find that the cuts on the head and body did not match.

"It's been a long time since the incident. Can you be sure about this?"

Coroner Linch nodded and said, "This is a big case. My lord, I suggest we check this place thoroughly!"

'Everyone says Gregory is an intelligent man. Why does he slack off again and again when it comes to my case?' I wondered.

I watched as Coroner Linch ordered the soldiers to dig up the yard. Even the chrysanthemums were not spared.

Seeing the chrysanthemums being dug up, I thought, 'Gregory, you will soon be able to see me!'

"Mr. Linch, I saw something under the chrysanthemums!"

Coroner Linch and Gregory were brought to the bushes, where they saw that the skin on the head had almost been gnawed to nothing.

Only the hair was still on the head.

The only silver hairpin left on the hair immediately attracted everyone's attention in the sunlight.

Coroner Linch took the hairpin.

However, Gregory snatched the hairpin from Coroner Linch's hand and examined it over and over again.

He seemed to remember something. This hairpin was in the latest style. He bought it somewhere else and was planning to give it to Ellen when he went to the Hope Brothel.

But Ellen was forced to be a prostitute in the Hope Brothel because her Sean family was raided. She blamed Gregory's father for handing over false evidence to the emperor, which caused her father to be accused of treason.

Therefore, Ellen refused to see Gregory. Later, Gregory gave the hairpin to me, who was grinding ink for him at the moment.

Gregory looked at the skull in the flower bed, looking ferocious. He reached out to pick up the skull."Rosa? This can't be Rosa!"