It rained hard on that day. I was standing in that place drenched and looking at his body hanging in front of me. His face was pale white and blood flowing from his slaughtered abdomen had long dried. In a situation like this, I would normally have retched all over the crime scene, feeling all nauseous unlike common homicide detectives.
But there was much more important things that suppressed the queasiness inside my throat.
He.. was not..