Sun Tiger glanced at the wounds that I marked and pointed out, “The assailant would have to use their right hand to produce these wounds, which means that we don’t have the proof of Xiaotao’s innocence yet.”

“No,” I shook my head. “At first glance, it might indeed seem like the murderer used their right hand to produce such stab wounds. But there is an anomaly to these wounds, namely their angle. These wounds are angled upwards, and to produce these wounds using the right hand, the murderer would have to hold the knife like this…”

I demonstrated using a scalpel, holding the handle in the palm of my hand with the blade facing up.

“Don’t you think it’s an awkward position?” I asked.

Sun Tiger nodded and groaned.

“What the hell was going on then, kiddo?”

I thought for a long time before replying, “The murderer must’ve entered the door and stabbed the victim in the belly. Then she turned her around and held her head between the...