Wendel wasn't unfamiliar with murder at all. When he heard that, he wasn't afraid at all. Instead, he calmly allowed his gaze to wander past the woman at the door and into the room's interior.
He immediately saw a man lying on the ground. His chest was blood-red.
"Are you sure he's dead?" Wendel asked calmly.
The young lady in her twenties was at a loss at first. Then, she answered with uncertainty, "Maybe… I don't know…"
"If there's still hope, we need to send him to the hospital immediately." Wendel's tone was like he was speaking to a patient's family, not a murderer.
The lady holding the blood dagger subconsciously turned her body and made way.
Wendel took a few steps forward and approached the victim.
He didn't need to squat down. He swept his gaze and made a judgment based on various signs.
"He is indeed dead."
