In front of Huai Shi lay a corpse.
To be exact, a corpse whose neck had been nearly chopped in half. Based on Huai Shi's experience, the weapon should have been a knife. The perpetrator's technique was quite skilled.
Like a butcher, calmly and adeptly using the simplest method to sever the flexible muscles and even the hard bones, snapping the victim's neck in an instant.
The only flaw was that a strip of skin and flesh remained connected, which did not seem quite clean-cut. But no matter how one looked at it, it seemed deliberately so.
Not a beheading, but… a kaishaku?
With a skewer of oden in hand, nibbling away, Huai Shi fell into deep thought. The more he observed the scene, the more familiar it felt, the more it seemed to trigger a sense of déjà vu.
