A cat with large ears and a long body fell into Su Xiaocai's hands.
Su Xiaocai performed an initial autopsy on the cat. Its body was stiff, tongue sticking out, eyes wide open, expression ferocious.
Parting its fur, one could clearly see the strangulation marks on its neck and countless crescent-shaped nail impressions.
Not only was it abused in life, but after death, it was also used to commit sin with its owner. Too tragic.
"This cat wasn't trampled to death, it suffocated. It's been dead for half an hour." Su Xiaocai threw the cat back into the woman's arms, "You better stop trying to extort people here."
The woman looked up, hatred bursting from her eyes, "What's it to you? I remember you, you're the poor person who owns a stray cat. Are you in cahoots with the one who trampled my beloved old man to death? It's not your place to judge how my cat died."
