"Uh... Xiao Wu, get to the point!" Lin Zhifang forcefully swallowed the tea stuck in his throat; it was the first time he found a good cup of tea so difficult to swallow.
"Yes!" Wu Shuang handed the report she got from the forensic doctor to Lin Zhifang: "The deceased suffered heavy blows to the head and chest twice, the cause of death was drowning, besides, the face was flayed off with mercury infusion."
"Human skin mask!"
Xiao Lin glanced at Lin Zhifang. The imagination of a policeman is not as rich as an artist's. Seeing his flushed face, one can tell how painful enduring is. If Wu Shuang continues to report arbitrarily, this director will surely lose his composure and vomit on the spot.
This time Wu Shuang understood Xiao Lin's words: "I'll immediately send someone to inquire at various plastic surgery hospitals."
"No use!" Xiao Lin stopped Wu Shuang, admiring her quick response.
"Currently, only three people in the world can perform this technique, you won't find them."
