Looking again at Qin Xiuyuan's crotch, there were obvious traces of urine, and even squatting nearby you could smell a faint stench—clear signs of incontinence.
Combined with the cyan tinge on his face and pronounced bloodshot veins in his eyes, these were classic external characteristics of death by asphyxiation.
All this was in the curriculum of the other world; back then, Shen Hao hadn't slacked off, and after arriving in this world, he'd verified and summarized what he'd learned, even supplementing his knowledge system with some new insights.
However, even though it was asphyxiation, there were no ligature marks on the neck, only torn skin on the throat where Qin Xiuyuan had scratched himself out of instinct when he couldn't breathe.
No ligature marks, so he wasn't strangled to death; and there's no sign of water in his mouth or nose…
Shen Hao stood up and pointed around, "Is this Qin Xiuyuan's room?"
