The room was completely undamaged, and even the doors and windows necessary for the killer's entry and exit showed no signs of forced entry. Could it be that the victim's guard was low, allowing a stranger to open the door? Or could the killer have gained access by taking advantage of someone in a trustworthy profession? However, strangers often commit crimes for money or at someone's behest. This suggests the possibility of the crime being committed by an acquaintance, whose motives are often less specific, and a variety of reasons are possible.
Mu Zishan checked the safe and other places where valuables could be stored: "Have all these things been taken away by the police?"
"Well, in order to investigate and collect evidence, we usually wait until the case is over and let the deceased's relatives claim the body."
"Did you find anything?"
"The fingerprints on the items all belong to the deceased, proving that the deceased lived alone."
Unsatisfied with this useless conclusion, she went to the bathroom again. There wasn't even a single long hair in there, and the toothbrush and other toiletries were all personal. She stood in front of the full-length white-framed mirror and asked, "How did he die?"
Shan Cong quickly looked through the information: "The deceased was stabbed in the back and died from studying abroad too much."
She went from the bathroom to the living room, where the deceased's last location was marked. Police found traces of the deceased's blood in a corner of the bathroom and had previously determined that the initial crime scene was in the bathroom, but subsequent fluorescent testing refuted this finding, as no signs of dragging were found between the bathroom and the living room.
Mu Zishan returned to the bathroom and found two short hairs of different textures on the floor. Shan Cong put his things away and followed her to the balcony. The hanging clothes were already covered in dust. From this angle, looking up and down, it was relatively private. Unless someone was deliberately prying, it would be difficult to see the people in the living room and the room.
According to the medical examiner's report, the deceased was likely stabbed once, and the blow wasn't fatal. He had time to call for help, but he barely did. It wasn't until the next day that the aunt who arrived at the house on time found the deceased lying on the ground covered in blood. She was the first to call the police.
"What kind of person do you think this person is, with no relatives, no friends, and no opposite sex." Shan Cong asked.
"Can't you see?"
"What do you mean?" He was about to enter the study but then stepped back, wanting to hear her explanation.
“He goes to Rio for a long time almost every year,” she pointed to a photo on the wall. “He must be a gay man.”
Shan Cong also studied the photos on the wall. Sure enough, most of them were photos with men, but they didn't seem to have obvious homosexual connotations. Instead, the solo photos taken at home caught his attention: "How narcissistic do you think someone must be to develop a selfie?"
"I don't know whether selfies are washed or not," she said, putting on gloves and picking up a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet. "For someone like him, the photos taken for him should be developed."
"You mean, he doesn't live alone?"
"Did I tell you he lives alone? You're the one who thinks so."
Shan Cong scratched his head: "It seems so." When applying the various knowledge he learned in school to such a scene, most people would have directional thinking.
"Come here for a moment." She followed the deceased's perspective and returned to the bathroom. This mirror was obviously custom-made, and the height told her that it was not designed according to his height, but was made for someone taller than him.
According to the statements made by the neighbors, he was a person who went to get off work and came in on time. Generally, apart from the aunt who took care of his family, there were few other people coming in and out.
She has always believed that truly useful clues are often overlooked.
"You think it's narcissistic for someone to put a full-length mirror in the bathroom?"
"If it were you, where would you usually put the mirror?" asked Sugimu.
"Of course it's the room, or the doorway, so that it will be useful to organize the clothes."
She squatted down: "Help me lift the mirror."
The two of them shoved the mirror aside and discovered a hidden compartment behind it. It was made of frosted glass and had a password. She went outside to get a toolbox and said, "Get out of the way." With a hammer, she smashed the glass, sending it crashing to the ground.
Seeing the contents gave Shan Cong goosebumps. The tools inside were enough to prove this man's hobby. There was also a camera at the very back, and indeed, there were photos of another man inside. They had sealed the items in a sealed bag. Mu Zishan told him to take these things back to check for fingerprints or other useful items.
After finishing all these things, it was already evening. Shan Cong was anxious to hand these things over to the appraisal office and hurriedly took a taxi to leave. Mu Zishan received a call from Ouyang Yusheng: "What do you want to eat tonight?"
I have to say that he must have installed a positioning system in this car, otherwise how would he know that she was on her way back now: "The steak is ready, don't overcook it."
"Okay." Ouyang Yusheng put down the tablet and went to the kitchen to prepare the ingredients. "Drive carefully."
She hung up the phone, put on a song, and murmured, "It's time for the big fish to eat the small fish," increasing the speed of the vehicle.
She didn't know much about him, but that didn't stop her from seeing him as an attractive member of the opposite sex. She drove back to the villa and just caught up with him finishing dinner.
After changing her clothes, she sat on a chair and said, "When you were in England, you didn't seem to be very good at cooking."
"I learned a little bit later," he poured the decanted red wine into the goblet in front of her, "and then I got used to making simple things myself."
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