About two minutes later, Jesse nearly threw up the hot dog she had just eaten.
Everyone was now in Machine Head's bedroom, looking at the corpses covering the bed and the death message he had left behind.
Machine Head's head was gone. Judging from the charred flesh at the severed neck, perhaps his head had been struck by an external force. But that also meant Deathstroke's method of using Strangle to read memories would not work.
"This isn't Machine Head, and he didn't kill himself out of guilt. Phew..."
After quickly examining the corpse, Bobo gave his judgment. The black-furred detective paced around the room with a pipe in hand, and as smoke drifted from his mouth, his professional air practically poured out of him.
"Someone found a corpse with a build similar to Nito's, put it inside the Iron Suit, then deliberately caused an energy leak in the suit. They tried to destroy the body and prevent identification."
"Wait, how did you figure that out?"
Rabbit was certain this person had not been killed by Deathstroke, but he did not know how Bobo had determined that the corpse was not Machine Head.
The burned body could not be identified by fingerprints, and there was no more advanced equipment here. The chimp had merely studied the corpse with a magnifying glass for a while, fiddled with it a few times, and already had an answer. Was deduction really this absurd?
"Excellent question."
Bobo grinned crookedly. He seemed to have discovered the pleasure of having someone play straight man for him, so he returned to the corpse, peeled back the shattered armor through a handkerchief, and explained to Rabbit.
"You've only ever seen Machine Head wearing armor. I know a little more. I also know that, besides suffering burns all over