What a miserable sight...
Suicide was not only painful, but humiliating as well.
No matter which method one chose, none of them were comfortable. There was the terror of death drawing closer bit by bit, and the regret that came once the sensation of impending death began to occur again and again.
Almost all suicide victims regretted their decision at the very end of their lives and wanted to save themselves.
Unfortunately, by then, it was too late.
The body that had fallen from the high-rise was like a slab of beef beaten tender before an elite chef. The man lay sprawled across the ground.
The immense inertia upon impact created such tremendous internal pressure that even his eyeballs were forced out, while splattered blood sprayed a ring around him.
His body twitched twice before finally becoming still.
Blood slowly seeped from his mouth, never stopping. Even in the darkness, it was painfully conspicuous.
The businessman's friend stared at the body and cried out in shock. Although the businessman's features had been twisted beyond recognition, he could still identify his "good friend."
"This is..."
The group leader raised a hand to block his view. He had already noticed that a police car had stopped by the roadside.
At a time like this, if you claimed to know the deceased, then regardless of whether it had been suicide, being taken in to assist with the investigation was inevitable.
The group leader's trusted aide took out a handkerchief and handed it to him. He wiped the blood from his face and hands, then casually tossed the crumpled handkerchief into a trash can not far away.
"No need to look anymore. Let's go..."
The group quickly left. The businessman, who had provided them with services and consequently lost his life, probably had never