The room was filled with the stench of blood, making one frown upon smelling it.
Beichuan Si didn't touch the body.
If he were to inadvertently leave any traces on the body, it would lead to a whole host of complications later.
He walked lightly back and forth, scanning the condition of the body.
There was a gash in the throat which appeared to be a fatal wound inflicted in one blow; then the killer probably covered Sato Ryosuke's mouth while he was still gasping for breath, restraining his movements and preventing any noise.
The bloodied handprints on the tatami were scattered, and it seemed like there were bits of tatami straw under the victim's fingernails, suggesting a brief struggle before death, but to little avail.
Beichuan Si brushed the hair from his forehead, his thoughts colliding in his mind.
The murderer must have been the woman that Sato Ryosuke had brought home last night.