"Is it because of him that you came to me?" She looked a little sad. "He is actually a very good person."
The house was simply furnished, but every corner was meticulously clean, even the white curtains were spotless. Chicken soup was simmering in the kitchen, and the whole room smelled delicious.
"We want to know..." When Shan Cong was about to ask further, he was interrupted by Mu Zishan.
"Is he mysophobic?"
"Yes, I always clean the room very well. It can be seen that he is not a sociable person, but he is very nice to me." Shan Cong did not expect that she would speak so highly of him. Now he is even more confused. Could it be that the murderer is not her, but that man?
"Do you know who lives next door to you?" she asked.
"He seems to be a painter. What's wrong?"
"Nothing," she explained. "I just accidentally knocked on the wrong door."
"Oh, he's a bit eccentric," she thought, "please don't be offended."
"Do you usually interact with each other?"
"Well," she thought for a moment, a little hesitant, "not much." She didn't want to continue the topic, but said, "Have you eaten? I just made some chicken soup."
"No thanks," Mu Zishan expressed his gratitude. "Thank you for your kindness. We just came here after dinner and didn't mean to bother you for so long."
"No," she said, "I feel good about being able to do something for him."
"Okay, we won't disturb you for dinner for a while." Then they left.
When she left, she specifically said, "If you need any help, just contact Xiao Dan."
"Thanks."
After going downstairs, Mu Zishan asked him to call the police station and ask them to keep an eye on the painter upstairs. On the other hand, they also had to ensure the personal safety of the woman next door, as she had to go to the crime scene.
She walked around the deceased's house. If the murderer was really the painter, what was his motive? Where would he have hidden the murder weapon?
"If he took the knife and other things away after killing the person, wouldn't that attract other people's attention?"
Shan Cong nodded.
"Surveillance footage did not detect his presence or absence that night."
Shan Cong nodded again.
"Unless he was living in this complex that day, he left after the police started investigating."
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