Chapter 60

The pitch-black color that covered everything was like black snakes slithering on the ground, crawling in every inch within ten meters of the body.

That terrifying feeling of coldness crept into the crime scene, trying to penetrate Parker's skin and run down her spine to her brain.

Parker's hair stood on end.

As a criminal profiling expert, Parker had witnessed countless gruesome and violent crime scenes.

Among them were skinning, amputation, dismemberment, and even torture to death.

She had experienced the desperation and fear of countless people.

But this pure fear, she had only encountered it twice: at the massacre site in the south and the concentration camp in Auschwitz.

It was clear that the old man's death was not simply caused by being strangled or drowning.

Harmony returned, calling Parker's name as she was lost in thought.

Relief washed over Parker's face as if a burden had been lifted.

A black strand of hair stuck to her pale face, and the contrast of black on white made he