A little problem

Chapter-113 AMALTHEA'S POV "You reek of blood too, but it's not your blood because you don't have any wounds on your body. Your hands are clean, but I can see that red wipe soaked in blood behind you. There are a few drops of blood here, and the trail goes down the cliff. I am guessing you stabbed someone and then kicked him down the cliff. I am right, yeah?" Augustus said, and I gritted my teeth. How can he be so accurate with his guesses? Why is he acting like that? Is he in some kind of investigation bureau, investigating a crime scene, and I am the suspect? "However, you don't look bothered by it at all. The look on your face says you are a bit confused about something, and I think that's the last thing you are after killing someone. So tell me, what have you been doing here?" He asked me, and I sighed. "Are you done with your investigating questions?" I asked, and he nodded with a grin on his face. "Now, can we go?" I asked, and he sighed. "You aren't going to answer me?" He asked