Chapter 11: The Prey That Struggled in Vain
Chapter 11: The Struggling Prey
After death, the neuromuscular system relaxes, causing the bladder and anal sphincters to lose function, which made Byrne’s lower body emit an extremely foul odor. Even with the biting cold wind constantly blowing, the stench lingered faintly in the air.
No one noticed that the smell carried an unusual sharpness, nor did they see the scattered traces of burnt powder nearby.
Charles had wrapped a cloth around his face as a mask. Half of the team was assigned to stand guard, while the other half held flashlights to illuminate the area. Charles himself knelt beside Byrne’s body for a closer examination.
“A puncture wound on the neck, but no other obvious injuries. His belt was half undone and still hanging on his pants…”
Piecing together the clues before him, Charles speculated, “Byrne was probably in the middle of unbuckling his belt when some sound caught his attention. He instinctively looked up, exposing his throat just as a short arrow shot through and pinned him to the tree.”
“If this isn’t luck, then the killer must have exceptional archery skills.”
“Judging from the style of the short arrow, the killer used a crossbow, and the attack distance was likely no more than fifty meters.”
“There are very few wild animals at throat height in the wilderness. This suggests the killer deliberately targeted Byrne and acted decisively.”
“Six detectors are set up around here, but none were triggered. If this isn’t luck, then the killer was well-prepared—perhaps even observed our setup beforehand.”
“In summary, the killer is likely a lone individual, and this was no impulsive act. They came here with us in mind.”
Charles’s expression darkened. He hadn’t expected such an accident to occur just days before their hunting mission’s completion.
When someone heard that the killer’s target was the entire team, they immediately said, “Boss, I admit the killer’s arrow is deadly accurate, but Byrne was killed because he was caught off guard. Now that we’re alert, if the killer dares to come again, they don’t know the meaning of death.”
“Yeah, and crossbows are such a hassle. Our guns are far better. I could spray and turn him into Swiss cheese!”
A teammate echoed the sentiment nearby.
Charles snorted coldly and asked, “How do you know the killer can’t use a gun? There’s no gun on their body?”
The previous speakers fell silent.
Upon reflection, Byrne’s death by crossbow only proves the killer’s skill with arrows; it doesn’t mean the killer can’t use firearms, nor that they don’t possess a gun.
As for why a gun wouldn’t be used—naturally, it’s to avoid drawing attention.
Still, this all points to the killer being a single person.
Dennis, somewhat dazed, asked, “Boss, what should we do?”
Whether or not the killer was among their team, from this moment on, none of them would sleep peacefully tonight.
After all, who could rest easy knowing a venomous snake lurked nearby, waiting to strike?
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