It turned out that an elderly couple next door were annoyed by the barking of a neighboring dog and asked the property management to deal with the matter. When the management arrived, they found an inexplicable bloodstain at the door and called the police.
"You can't go in!" A tall police officer stopped her.
"I'm a friend of the owner of this house!" Mu Zishan said with a sad look on his face, glancing at the woman lying on the sofa in the living room. "We went shopping for clothes together a few days ago, but I didn't expect something to happen so soon."
"Captain!" A strong-looking policeman came up from behind the tall officer. "She said she was a friend of the deceased."
He looked Mu Zishan up and down, then glanced at Zhuo Qiang and Lu Yang behind her and said, "Come in!" She followed him. The room wasn't at all messy. The blood from the deceased's wrist had stained the carpet. A trail of footprints stretched from the carpet to the door, where they disappeared. The deceased looked to be about thirty, wearing only a bathrobe. His pale face showed no sign of pain. The forensic doctor was collecting evidence.
"Officer Li, the deceased was named Liu Yun, 32 years old, from Beijing, divorced several times, and used to work in the modeling industry." said a female police officer next to him.
"The murder created an illusion." She followed the footprints once. "My steps were not steady. I went to check the garage!"
They came to the garage where a jeep was parked and a man was lying in front of the steering wheel, but he looked dead.
She stood outside, observing the crowds. She felt the killer must be nearby. The entire house was cordoned off, and the police had cleared out many people. Their captain approached, "Hello, I'm Li Heyan."
"Hello!" She shook his hand.
"Since you are a friend of the deceased, can you tell me if she has behaved in any unusual way recently?"
"I have nothing to do with her!" She asked, facing the door, "Have you checked the surveillance footage from last night?"
Zhuo Qiang finally saw what it meant to be a scoundrel and a cheater, especially this woman, who dared to lie in front of the police without blinking.
"Officer, I'm sorry, she's just curious and has no ill intentions in deceiving you." Lu Yang quickly went over to help.
"Officer Li, that footprint was left by the male deceased. We can preliminarily determine that the female committed suicide and the male died of poisoning!" The female police officer came out.
"Collect all the evidence," he glanced at Mu Zishan, "and return to the police station."
After hearing what the police said, Zhuo Qiang was actually a little disappointed. He poked Lu Yang and said, "So the case was handled so quickly?"
"Wait!" Mu Zishan suddenly spoke up, "It's a homicide, and the murderer must be a photographer with long hair!"
Officer Li turned and looked at her: "How did you know?"
"Follow me!" The others followed him upstairs. There was a loft that had been converted into a photo studio. A computer stored a number of photos, mostly of the hostess's sexual activities. Strangely, given her narcissism, there were no photos of herself in the house. Instead, there were photos of all sorts of men. The largest photo was of the man who had died in the garage.
The woman had a dog at home, but there was very little hair in the room, which shows that she was a very clean woman. In the corner of the kitchen, there were obviously a few long hairs left on the ground that had not been cleaned up yet. The strange thing was that the female deceased had short hair.
Officer Li had someone collect the hair and take it back for verification, and continued to follow her. He walked to the sofa where the deceased had been lying. Although there were no obvious signs of struggle, the position she was in was clearly where she was hiding, and it was obvious that she was being forced.
"Look, there are traces of someone lying on the carpet, which means it's very likely that the male deceased was lying here, looking at the female deceased, and then he struggled to get out of the house and got in the car, intending to go to the hospital, but unfortunately died in the car."
"Then how do you know that the murderer must be the photographer?" asked the female police officer.
"This is very simple. The only people who can freely enter and leave a single model's home are her lovers and photographers. Perhaps this photographer is one of her lovers."
The tall policeman came in and said, "I checked the surveillance footage from that night, but I didn't see any long-haired men."
"No need to look, his home is nearby," she took out her phone and pulled out a photo, "You can check this person out."
Officer Li took a look and then asked someone to check immediately: "Who are you?"
"Mu Zishan!" She smiled, took back her phone and went out. It was already past noon and she was a little hungry.
"Lu Yang, how do you think she knew there was an attic upstairs?" Zhuo Qiang really couldn't figure it out. At least the police didn't notice it either.
"How should I know!"
"She didn't take any photos, did she?" Zhuo Qiang revealed his true colors. "What if she really knew that woman? And if she took some photos, wouldn't it be troublesome if they got into the hands of the police?"
"What are you thinking about!" Lu Yang walked forward.
"Don't tell me you don't want to see it. I might have seen you being so shameless the last time you boasted."
She's become somewhat famous, but not in a good way. The reporter who was angered by her wrote a 1,000-word article about her being kept by a wealthy second-generation man and earning illegal money. He posted photos of her drinking in a bar online, drawing widespread criticism.
Even now, when she goes out, young people on the street look at her differently, and they take a few photos and post them online to criticize her for the way she dresses.
She was sitting in a coffee shop, having just picked up Wang Yao from the airport, who had flown in from the south. Wang Yao burst into tears the moment she saw her, complaining non-stop that she had been dumped again, this time because she was pregnant and the other party didn't want the child.
"What are your plans?" Mu Zishan asked, looking at her protruding belly.
"My parents don't know yet. I was expelled from school because of my pregnancy," she began to cry again, her eyes red and swollen from rubbing them. "I don't know what to do."
The owner of the coffee shop watched them and talked about them with his employees. Wang Yao became even sadder and felt that everyone in the world had abandoned her.
Mu Zishan drove her to the hospital for a full checkup, then helped her into the courtyard. Wang Yao's body had become somewhat bloated, and Lu Yang didn't recognize her at first: "Zishan, who is this?"
"Wang Yao."
"Lu Yang, hello!" Wang Yao forced a smile, "Long time no see."
"Hello." He was a little surprised, but he also helped Mu Zishan put her onto the sofa.
Zhuo Qiang came out of the room and was even more shocked by the scene before him. "No way? Lu Yang," he quickly pulled him aside. "Who is she?"
"Don't worry, I'm not looking for you." Lu Yang patted his shoulder.
"That's good!" Then he dared to go over, "Hi, hello, my name is Zhuo Qiang."
"Hello, I'm Wang Yao!" She glanced around, approached Mu Zishan, and asked quietly, "Is it okay for me to live here?"
"By the way, there is an empty room on the west side, it's quiet." Zhuo Qiang asked someone to clean it up. A pregnant woman appeared alone in someone else's home. Either she ran away from home or was abandoned by the child's father. Obviously, she belonged to the second category.
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