"The way he was murdered is a little weird," Lin Sanjiu suppressed the chill in her heart as she continued staring at the body, or rather the term "human pouch" would be more suitable. "Killing is just killing. Why did the murderer waste time doing something so unnecessary?"
Mrs. Manas wasn't able to answer Lin Sanjiu's question either.
"Since he is dead and his innards have all been removed, what did we see just now?" Lin Sanjiu couldn't make sense of the situation and shook her head, "When he took the book from me, I could feel the strength from his fingers. His body didn't seem like an empty shell."
"An empty shell."
That phrase somehow lingered in Lin Sanjiu's mind for a few seconds while a vague thought formed in her mind. However, that feeling disappeared in a flash and Lin Sanjiu found herself as confounded as before.
