"Have they turned on each other?" The Fisherman walked over as well, looking at the mangled remains on the ground in confusion.
"Hard to say." Sun Hang shook his head. "There are no signs of a fight left at the scene... though, of course, this might not be where it happened."
Sun Hang looked around. Other than the doors and windows, the only way into this room was the staircase leading to the second floor. There was no blood by the doors or windows, but a mostly dried trail of blood ran from the stairs all the way beneath the remains.
"I'll check the second floor," Sun Hang said.
"I'm coming with you!" The Fisherman gripped his short blade tightly.
Sun Hang did not refuse and headed for the stairs first.
The second floor was a narrow corridor. Four windows faced the street, while three small compartments stood on the other side. None of them had doors, and a sweep of the flashlight revealed everything inside at a glance.
Blood stained the entrances to all three compartments. Sun Hang inspected them one by one and found that the dismembered Hunter's body parts had been distributed quite "evenly" among the three rooms.
"Fuck, they really spread the wealth around." The Fisherman's expression was strange. "The killer has to be some psychopathic neat freak..."
"Not necessarily a psychopath." Sun Hang shook his head. "I think this may have been some kind of occult ritual."
"An occult ritual?" The Fisherman froze. "You mean... a sacrifice?"
Sun Hang nodded, then shook his head again. "It's only a guess."
"If it was a sacrifice, why choose this place? There's nothing special about this little building."
"Wait for me." After saying that, Sun Hang entered the first room and counted the body parts inside, then moved