Shan Cong quickly looked for information about all the residents in the complex, including the tenants. He found the painter across from the crime scene. He breathlessly entered the room and told Mu Zishan the news. He found that she had completely turned the room upside down, even flipping up the mattress. She stood in front of the window and touched the curtains with her hand: "Turn off the lights in the room."
"oh."
She pulled the curtains, and soon a figure's shadow appeared on the curtains in the darkness.
"It's her."
That’s right, Mu Zishan didn’t guess it. The material of the curtains is exactly the same as that in Ms. Wu’s home. In other words, he designed it specially for her. The height of the mirror is not designed for a taller person, but because as long as the mirror is placed in this room, it can reflect a more perfect figure.
They moved the mirror here and tried different positions, and the desired effect appeared. The owner of this room did not want others to know this secret, so the curtains here were always open.
The curtains in Ms. Wu's house are completely white, so in order to present the effect the designer wants, the method used will be slightly different. It may be necessary to wash them with water and refract light to present rainbow colors.
"He likes this woman." Shan Cong said.
"It seems so," she said, "and she may not know it."
She went to the bathroom and flushed the toilet. There was a strange noise inside. She asked Shan Cong to take the toilet apart and found a dagger inside. The model was exactly the same as the murder weapon identified by the forensic doctor.
"How did you know the murder weapon was in here?"
It's very simple. It can be seen from the results of the on-site investigation that the reason this place is considered the first crime scene is because there are bloodstains but no signs of dragging, so only the murder weapon can be moved in this way.
"Then what was his motive for murder?"
"Human jealousy," she said, entering the living room, "when jealousy turns into vicious revenge, it becomes a motive for murder."
"But we have no direct evidence to prove that this painter is the murderer."
"I already have one." She pointed to a small red dot across the balcony. It was a time-lapse camera that someone used to record the growth of flowers and plants.
Shan Cong went to the opposite side with excitement. Sure enough, there was a plant lover living opposite. He had been recording the growth of his orchid for two consecutive months and was happy to provide the video results to Shan Cong.
He finally found the video of the murder that day. Although it was only two hours long, it was enough to clearly see what happened in the deceased's room. This was something the plant lover had not expected. He never thought that he had recorded the murder that happened across the street, which scared his wife.
Shan Cong sent the video to the police station and asked them to quickly carry out the arrest operation. When he returned to the crime scene again, Mu Zishan had already left.
Mu Zishan went to Ms. Wu's home and told her everything. She covered the curtains with water, and sure enough, the interaction of water and light revealed a beautiful image: two people at the beach. The man stood behind the woman, watching her cry. This was the scene of their encounter in Rio, though she didn't know it. He fell in love with the woman's fragile back, and because of this, he went to Rio many times and learned about her work and her life.
"You should also be a..."
"Yes."
"Now I wonder if you provided that painter with a synthetic scented wax that would induce a dreamlike state and make him lose his pain?"
"Yes, because he is also a gay."
"You know what he ended up doing with it?"
"I..." She was very sad, "I didn't know he would use it to hurt people, I didn't know they knew each other, and I didn't know I would fall in love with a man, and I was the one who hurt him."
Mu Zishan left after saying this. The painter next door had already been taken away by the Criminal Investigation Bureau. It was already past midnight, and the sun would rise in a few hours. She sat in the car, not wanting to move. Perhaps for some people, the truth was too painful.
At dawn, she dragged her exhausted body back to the villa, went upstairs to take a shower, closed the curtains and fell asleep. No matter who called or sent messages on her phone, she ignored them.
Ouyang Yusheng watched today's news. The murder case that had troubled the police station was solved overnight, and the man on the phone that day stole the limelight.
The butler came in from outside: "Master, last time the lady didn't meet the fiancée you mentioned, this time I hope you can meet MissLouse."
"Please tell them that she will soon be my wife." He cut the bread and tasted it.
"yes."
Shan Cong was a big hit in the bureau. Officer Li walked over to the office and praised him. He called Mu Zishan several times, wanting to tell her the good news, but no one answered. Suddenly, he remembered the number she had given him yesterday and called her: "Hello, this is Shan Cong. Mu Zishan asked me to contact you."
"Hello." Xiaoxue answered his call while arranging roses.
"Well," he said, "I want to ask you some questions. Are you available lately?"
"I'm having some trouble. The police are keeping an eye on me." She looked around. "I'm afraid I can't take any work recently. Zishan should know this."
"You misunderstood," Shan Cong quickly explained, "I didn't want to... I am... I am a police officer."
She stopped what she was doing and asked, "Did Mu Zishan ask you to come to me?"
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