Li Mengyao's first instinct was to get away from there and run. But she was caught and killed from behind.
Yuan Xiaotian learned from Li Mengyao's death and chose to stay this time, hiding in the larger office area. His thinking wasn't wrong; it was just that Jiang Cheng found him with his head split in two, and the outcome was rather grim.
"How did he die?" Huai Yi stared at the gruesome corpse. It was hard to imagine that just an hour ago, Yuan Xiaotian had been with them. Now, most of the blood that had splattered everywhere had dried, and the whole scene was terrifying in a way that was hard to describe.
Huai Yi's question was reasonable. Most of Yuan Xiaotian's body was hidden beneath a desk, curled up in a cramped space, yet his head had been split in two.
Judging by the savage wound, it had been inflicted by a heavy weapon of considerable size. Everyone was inclined to think it was something like an axe.
What was strange was that, despite the desks and chairs being packed close together, there were no signs of anything having been knocked into or damaged. Where had the killer stood to swing the weapon and kill Yuan Xiaotian?
An examination of Yuan Xiaotian's body revealed only one fatal wound, just like Li Mengyao's: a single lethal blow.
As if he had noticed everyone's confusion, Director Zhang pointed to the desk above the body and said, "Our preliminary theory is that the killer was probably standing on the desk, then raised the weapon and swung it down with force. Only from that angle would it have struck the victim's head."
Seeing that everyone still didn't quite understand, Director Zhang walked a few steps away and rummaged through a kit