The room was practically empty, with nothing worth looking at. The only thing worth examining was the corpse, and Bobo had instantly found the cause of death, so there was nothing much to see.
He couldn't figure out why Deathstroke was standing there spacing out, staring at the corpse. Had he discovered something else? Was this not a corpse, but an enemy disguised as one?
After imagining all sorts of possibilities, the gorilla decisively jumped down from Deathstroke's shoulder and hid behind his thigh.
"Slade, is this... a trap?"
Deathstroke still did not answer. He merely had Strangle retract the mask, revealing his expressionless face.
He walked over to the computer desk, reached out and pulled the power strip's plug from the wall socket, then let out a soft sigh.
Next, the Mercenary pulled up the corpse slumped over the desk, pried the bowl of instant noodles from its stiff hands, then propped the body against the back of the battered computer chair.
The chair was cheap too. The slightest movement made it creak.
Wind blew in through the gap between the window and the wall, stirring the corpse's hair. Deathstroke smiled and shook his head, tidied up the corpse's hairstyle, then straightened its head, which had been tilted to one side.
The corpse seemed to have died not long ago and was currently in rigor mortis, so Deathstroke broke its cervical vertebrae so that its head could turn around.
"Eugh!"
Hearing the crackling sound of bones breaking, the gorilla bared his teeth. He had no idea why Deathstroke was messing with the corpse like this. In any case, he could not see anything wrong with it.
Judging by the strength of its bones and muscles, the corpse had been an ordinary person in life, though he had looked fairly