Nell Knight's dark eyes narrowed slightly. He slowly walked forward, knelt down in front of the dead, and pondered for a moment. The mystery in his heart only deepened.
'Who did this? And so quickly, without anyone noticing. What's more, there are no obvious fatal wounds on these people who died instantly.'
"Nell, did you find anything?" Spencer Knight walked over, glanced at the bodies on the ground, and asked in a low voice.
"I feel like something's strange, but I can't put my finger on what." Nell's dark brows were knitted so tightly they resembled a knotted rope. His handsome face was a mask of frustration.
"This should be the Witchcraft Technique," a deep voice suddenly said.
Hearing this, Nell Knight's eyes lit up. "No wonder I felt something was off. If it's the Witchcraft Technique, then that would explain it."
