"Can we see the corpse now?"
Della asked.
"…Sure."
The maid then led the two of them down the stairs and into the dark basement.
She pulled down on a thin rope, and flicked the lightbulb on.
They saw a pale-looking corpse lying on a table. A knife on his chest. The blood was trickling down to the table.
"May you leave us, please?"
Della asked.
"Okay."
The maid ran upstairs, and closed the basement door.
They surrounded the table, and the camera was avoiding the sight of the dead body—it was a safety mechanism.
Gruesome sights like that could be a bannable offense in DeadPixel, and the sight could also traumatize younger viewers.
Thus, such a mechanism was built in.
"What do you think?"
Della asked as she looked at the knife.
"Not an ordinary knife, that is for sure. It's not a kitchen knife. It does look like a hunting knife, doesn't it? A little longer blade than a normal kind, but definitely a hunting knife."
Fang Raon said.
