The corpse had been dead for quite some time, dressed in rags, with skin beneath the clothes dried and wrinkled like old tree bark. Its face was grotesque, presenting a mummified appearance.
A long rope circled his neck, its end tied to the second-floor balcony railing.
After Colin and the others entered, it appeared to be disturbed by the wind, swaying gently like cured meat hanging in a home.
"Death time detected, approximately within the last week. The exact time is indeterminable, cause of death mechanical asphyxiation…" the Robot concluded swiftly after scanning with several beams of light, providing the result within a minute.
"You can turn into this after being dead for a week?"
Listening to its words, everyone reflexively thought of the same word, unsatisfied with the conclusion.
Regardless, right or wrong, the speed at which it delivered results was anything but slow...
