Thirty-five cuts, one cut less!

But when I noticed it on my face, I immediately understood, if that could be considered a stabbing.

Exactly, thirty-six dollars!

Seeing this result, I couldn't help but murmur in my heart.

Does the murderer have obsessive-compulsive disorder or something like that? Why does it cost thirty-six dollars?

It was the same thirty-six dollars, and I had to think of the case two years ago again. Could this murderer really be the same person?

I think my idea is a bit ridiculous. The murderer who committed the crime two years ago has been convicted. How can this be a person?

I shook my head without thinking much and started to dissect.

I asked Liuzi to get ready and start the dissection.

Liuzi's expression became serious, and I didn't dare to be distracted. After all, anatomy requires a lot of physical and mental energy, and a slight mistake might scratch the deceased's internal organs.

I glanced outside and saw that it was not dark yet, so I didn't hesitate. I gritted my teeth, picked up the scalpel, and stabbed the singer's chest hard.
Chapter completed!