Bai Wei pushed open the rickety door, and the thick smell of blood assaulted him.
"This is truly... brutal."
Looking at the scene inside the house, Bai Wei clicked his tongue and shook his head.
The room was covered wall-to-wall in bloodstains, with broken furniture scattered haphazardly. In a corner, there lay a half-decayed old man's body, a wooden stick thrust into his chest indicating his cause of death.
"A home invasion robbery?"
This was Bai Wei's first judgment.
This was just a regular household deep in the mountains, several kilometers away from the nearest village. If it weren't for Bai Wei's keen eyes, no one would have discovered the dead people in this house by now.
Hmm... it seems uncertain.
Bai Wei noticed a small door behind the old man, with a trail of small, bloody footprints leading outward from it. He looked further out and saw no new corpses.
It seems that someone managed to escape, was it the old man's son?
No, judging by age, it should be his grandson.
