Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Lela held the documents in her hand, walked over, looked around the headless female corpse, and then said, "Where's her head?" Hubert shook his head and said, "The police haven't found it yet."

So, it was impossible to conduct a large-scale screening through population imaging.

Hubert continued, "Her groin shows some degree of tearing, which indicates she was assaulted before death. There are strangulation marks on her neck, suggesting a high possibility of sexual abuse.

"The key is that there are no fingerprints or anything left by the attacker, so we're afraid this might become another cold case."

Listening to this, Lela looked at the corpse's skin condition, pondered for a moment, then squinted her eyes and said, "Since we can't acquire any more useful information, let's use psychological profiling to narrow down the scope." The role of a forensic expert was to speak for the dead.

Psychological profiling could also be combined with forensic data to achieve the goal of speaking for the dead.

Lela touched her chin, thought for a while, and then said, "Female, around 25 years old, college graduate. She is a fashion model. The company she worked for could be the key as her death is likely related to senior personnel in the company. We can start by investigating companies in terms of clothing, fabric, and design."

Wade quickly took notes on his laptop.

Her brief report surprised Hubert.

He thought, 'Yeah!

'Why didn't I think of combining psychological profiling with forensic data for an initial judgment?

'Although there is a diverse range of companies in Greafury City, only a few works in the clothing industry.

'This significantly narrows down the scope.

'Lela is so impressive.'

Lela waved her hand, took what she needed, and left.

Meanwhile, Hubert quickly contacted the head of the task force.

Before her afternoon class, Lela climbed back over the wall, sent a message, put her books in her backpack, and then leisurely walked to the classroom.

There were hardly any students on the way, as they had already returned to their classrooms.

Lela arrived just in time and met Alvin at the door.

Alvin nodded at Lela and said with a smile, "Wait outside for a moment; I'll go inform the students."

Lela didn't mind and obediently waited outside.

Alvin, holding his course papers, took a deep breath outside the door.

Then his face changed into serious. Lela saw this and smirked, thinking how funny the change was.

However, the next second, the aloof Alvin walked into the classroom and dodged the bucket of cold water above his head. He didn't notice the floor and fell flat on his face.

The students in the classroom burst into laughter!

No one helped Alvin.

Lela's eyebrow twitched. She thought, 'Is this the kind of class Charley is in?'

Finally, Lela smirked, walked in, and helped Alvin up, "Are you okay?"

Alvin patted the dust off his knees and waved his hand. "These students, it's a good thing I came in first. Otherwise, if you had come in with me, you would have gotten hurt, too. But it's okay; I'm used to it."

Lela was speechless.

Used to it?

"Since you're already here, why not introduce yourself?" Alvin said.

At this moment, someone gasped.

The previously noisy room suddenly fell silent.

Lela slowly turned around and coldly glanced at everyone, with her gaze lingering on Charley and Eleanor for a few seconds. Then she said, "Hello, everyone, I'm Lela Gomez." Immediately, Charley stood up and smacked Gilbert on the head.

Gilbert held his head and cried, "Eleanor, save me; Charley is going to kill me."

Eleanor slowly said, "You deserve it."

Others found it baffling, but no one intervened, knowing they were playing around. The classroom was chaotic.