"Did they have an internal conflict?" The fisherman also came over, looking at the dismembered corpse on the ground with a puzzled expression.
"Hard to say." Sun Hang shook his head, "There are no traces of a fight at the scene... Of course, it's also possible this isn't the actual crime scene."
Sun Hang looked around. To enter this house, besides the door and windows, there was only a staircase leading to the second floor. There were no blood stains by the door and windows, only on the staircase, where a dried blood trail extended all the way to the corpse.
"I'll go check upstairs," Sun Hang said.
"I'll go with you!" The fisherman gripped the short knife in his hand tightly.
Sun Hang didn't refuse, moving toward the stairs first.
The second floor was a narrow corridor, with four windows facing the street on one side and three small rooms on the other side. These rooms had no doors installed. When a flashlight was shone inside, everything was clearly visible.
