Zheng Yinqiao took one look inside the room and immediately gasped for breath.
The smell of blood was so strong that it was difficult to breathe.
The person lying on the bed had long since passed away, their hand gruesomely disfigured and clutching a piece of glass. Blood smeared their neck, obscuring the specific wounds, and the bed sheets beneath them were completely soaked in blood. Puddles of blood on the floor beneath the bed hadn't fully dried yet.
Zheng Yinqiao put on shoe covers, held a pocket flashlight, went inside. Avoiding the blood on the floor, he looked around and then said to Kang Chen, "Mr. Chen, at first glance, it seems like suicide, but ... we'd better examine further..."
Kang Chen stood at the door without entering. He told Zheng Yinqiao, "Leave this to you. Make it clear."
"Alright, I will get the tools now and start collecting blood samples."
