Chapter 86: The Detective
"Out of the way, I’m a detective—shit." Matasaburō Watanabe entered the scene, brows narrowed. He came minutes after the scene had been discovered, minutes after everybody had left to escape from the stench of blood and death.
Kazi stood beside the bathroom, pretending to be a guard alongside Noor. Everybody agreed that if there was a killer that there was a chance they would try and mess up the crime scene. They decided the guards through a game of rock-paper-scissors. Pure chance so that the killer couldn’t take charge. Noor’s nostrils flared in annoyance. She won, but at what cost, she said.
"Can I go in?" Matasaburō asked. "I need to conduct an autopsy."
"No need. This guy already did it," Noor said, jabbing a thumb at Kazi. "Something about rigorous magic and whatever?"
"The body is cold but it’s only stiff in the face," Kazi elaborated. "So approximately two hours have gone by since death. You can double-check."
"Time since your inspection?"
"Five minutes. Nobody has touched it, except me."
"Where did you make primary contact? Did it leave fingerprints?"
"The wrist. I checked his pulse so no fingerprints."
"Anything else?"
There was. Hidden on the wall behind the wrist were words written in red fine-print, too perfect for an ordinary person: