The detective is dead, I did it.

Chapter 86 is another chapter on morphological changes.

Isabella went in first, knelt down beside Bridget's body, reached out and gently brushed aside the long hair that was scattered on her face, revealing her pale face, frozen in shock.

"That expression on her face..." Isabella began slowly, "Who did she see?"

No one answered.

Charlotte went in, reached out and closed her open eyes, then stood up, stepped back, and gave her seat to Li Ang.

Li Ang walked over, squatted down, and activated his ability.

A silver prompt appeared above Bridget's body.

[Deceased: Bridget Lestrade. Cause of death: piercing heart with a sharp weapon. Time of death: 2:00-3:00 AM. Weapon: Narrow blade, approximately two centimeters wide. Direction of wound: From the back upwards; the assailant was shorter than her or crouching. Process of death: Instantaneous, with almost no struggle. Facial expression analysis: Approximately 0.3 seconds before death, the visual cortex received the face of an unexpected person, triggering a startle response. This response cannot be faked.]

The information was very detailed, but unfortunately, the killer wasn't told directly. However, Li Ang wasn't too surprised.

But that line of small print made him think to himself.

The wound runs from top to bottom on the back.

Bridget is a Sequence 6 armed detective. Even though she has lost her memory and doesn't remember who she is, her physical instincts are still there.

For someone to stab her in the back while she's completely unprepared, it has to be either someone she completely trusts, or someone she doesn't see as a threat at all.

But neither of them is possible.

Li Ang stood up. "Based on our estimation, the time of death should be around 2 a.m. Analysis of the wounds indicates the weapon was a short-bladed knife. Furthermore, there were no signs of struggle."

"No struggle?" Boudica's voice came from the doorway. "That's impossible! She...she's Boudica." Boudica finished speaking and began to clutch her head, muttering to herself, "Why would I think that?"

"It seems you two have a good relationship."

Li Ang recalled that the two of them had sat together in the courtroom before, and considering Boudica's current behavior, it seemed that they were good friends.

"But... I don't remember her," Boudica said, her face ashen.

"So Bridget was stabbed to death without any warning? That's hilarious," Isabella said with undisguised sarcasm.

In such a strange place, especially with a witch among the crowd, if someone suddenly finds you at night, any normal person would be wary.

As a result, this guy was stabbed to death without any sign of struggle, which Isabella couldn't understand at all.

"You bastard..." Boudica glared angrily, but Isabella completely ignored her gaze.

She didn't know why, but she got angry whenever she saw these two people, yet subconsciously she seemed to know them.

This sense of contradiction made her very uncomfortable.

On the other side, Li Ang was somewhat surprised to see the conflict between the two.

She remembered that Isabella was also an armed detective, so why was she behaving like a detective with her colleague? Could it be that the two of them had some kind of grudge from the past?

However, asking the other party now would probably be of no use; we should focus on the matter at hand first.

"Let me see the body," Charlotte suddenly said.

Li Ang took a step back.

“The wound was stabbed upwards; the killer was either shorter than her or crouching.” She glanced at Boudica. “If it was the former, Bridget is five feet seven inches tall. The killer couldn’t be taller than five feet four inches.”

Boudica immediately spoke up, "Who among us is within this height range?"

Everyone's mind began to replay those faces like flipping through a file.

Sherry, Lilith, Emily, and Faybel are all within this scope, and even Charlotte herself is included.

"This is just speculation and can't be taken as real evidence. Besides, the murder weapon wasn't an ordinary knife." Charlotte didn't look up, continuing to observe the shape of the wound's edges. "There are slight burn marks on the wound's edges; I suspect it was caused by an ability. Take a look." The last sentence was addressed to Leon.

Li Ang lowered his head, activated his ability again, and focused his gaze on the charred black ring around the edge of the wound. A prompt immediately appeared.

[Residual Ability: Shape Change. The murder weapon was transformed from a part of the killer's own body, retaining its shape after detaching from the killer's body, and then reverting to its original state. This residue cannot be used to trace the killer's identity.]

Shapeshifting. Again, shapeshifting. That witch also possesses the ability to change shape! Do all members of your witch guild have this ability?

Li Ang really wanted to complain like this.

Helena used shapeshifting to change her size and sneak into the Viscount's mansion's tunnels; now, the weapon that killed Bridget was also formed from a part of her body.

"Time's up." That's when the jailer's voice came from the doorway.

Seeing this, the crowd had no choice but to leave the cell.

Shirley never went into the cell; she just stood outside, curiously looking around. Only after everyone had come out did she finally speak.

"Hey hey hey! Any clues? Have you found the real culprit?"

"Found him," Boudica continued, "You're the murderer!"

"Huh!?" A big question mark appeared on the little head. "But I didn't kill Miss Bridget!"

Boudica stared intently at Sherry until she was sure the confusion on Sherry's face didn't seem fake, then she said, "I was just testing you."

Looking at the other person's carefree attitude, Boudica clearly felt that it was unlikely that the other person was the murderer.

However, during the voting stage, the opposing side will certainly be suspected of being involved.

Neither Charlotte nor Boudica took Charlotte's speculation too seriously.

After all, judging solely from the wounds is not enough to prove that the killer was necessarily shorter than Bridget.

The jailer writhed and squeezed through the door frame, like a large, soaking wet rag being pulled through a hole that was too small.

It moved to Bridget's body, and a tentacle emerged from its body, with a brown burlap sack hanging from it. The sack was large enough to hold the body of an adult.

Boudica turned away without looking.

Leon and Charlotte watched as the jailer placed Bridget into a sack in an incomprehensible way, the sack seemingly coming to life, spreading upwards from Bridget's feet.

Little by little, inch by inch, they swallowed Bridget's entire body into the sack.

Then the bag closed up on its own.

The jailer used his tentacles to lift the sack, wriggled away from the room, and left a wet trail as usual.

Boudica was the first to turn and leave, her footsteps much heavier than when she arrived. Isabella followed behind her. Sherry glanced at Leon and Charlotte, and seeing that neither of them seemed to be following, she had no choice but to go ahead on her own.