"Tattoos?"
A male officer who initially wanted to touch suddenly stepped back, "FK, are you saying the killer peeled off the victim's tattooed skin and stuck it here?"
During the conversation,
he felt extremely uneasy all over.
Because this male officer himself had more than ten tattoos.
Another male officer also had quite a few.
In fact, the female officer who had left earlier also had several tattoos on her arms.
Green didn't have tattoos and didn't feel revolted; instead, he felt somewhat pleased, "With these tattoos, we might be able to identify the victim's identity. Many tattoos have special meanings. This is a very good clue."
"It's not that complicated."
Brian shook his head, "I smelled a faint scent of urea and ammonia on these tattoos; they wouldn't normally be preserved this long, but because they were separated from the body, and because of the relatively sealed space here, even after several years, I can still smell it."
"Urea and ammonia?"
