"Tell me who the killer is by the crime scene that is flashed in front of you," Sean told them as he crossed his arms and legs as he was seated on the side and observing his students who were seated on the floor in front of the huge television where a picture of a crime scene was showed.
It was a room of five feet and two inches woman who was killed that night of rainy weather at around nine to ten in the evening. She was hanged at the ceiling of her room, a chair was tumbled down under her, making it like she committed suicide, there was also white fluid coming down on her mouth as if she drank something, and true enough, there was a half-consumed glass of water and a whole glass of water next to it. The curtain was also being blown by the wind from the opened sliding window.
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