In the dimly lit office, a corpse sat in an office chair, leaning forward onto the desk and exposing its back. There was a distinct stab wound near the heart, and the blood that seeped out stained the clothing red; it trailed down to form a small pool on the floor.
Around the body, a white outline marked the position and the state of the deceased at the time of death.
There was one wound, but only one, which was the sole fatal injury on the body.
It was apparent that the murderer had approached the victim from behind and then killed with a single stab, with no mishap because the gap in their strength was just too vast.
Aside from the corpse, the most eye-catching detail at the crime scene was a string of words written in blood:
I (heart) am (heart) lonely (heart) at (heart) home~
Sneakily (heart) watching~
Yu Liang and the architect repeatedly examined the line of blood writing, unable to fathom the significance of such text.
