My dad chatted with him for a while and sighed at the cruelty of the murderer.
"How much hatred did the killer have to hurt a little girl like that?"
"It's hard to say. It's just that I feel sorry for this little girl. I don't know when I can confirm her identity and find her family members."
My father thought for a long time. "Maybe it doesn't matter. We have verified the recent missing persons. There is no such a girl's family member to report."
Dr. Lewis said with some pity, "I hope it's just that the family members don't know, not that they ignore her."
My dad walked to the table where the evidence was placed and suddenly picked up a small bag.
His pupils contracted violently.
There was an earring inside, which I had worn before I died.
