[Timeline exchange completed, now it’s time to collect evidence.]

There were no group arrangements during the evidence collection phase, but rather a free search for clues.

Shi Jin thought about it and went to the study first.

Generally speaking, the evidence left at the crime scene will be the most intuitive and indicative.

There are many people who share the same idea as him.

Doctor Zhao and Butler Chen entered the study room first, and Shi Jin walked behind them, lowering his head to sort out the timeline he had just recorded.

The casual footsteps stopped behind him, and the man's smiling voice appeared above his head: "To the study?"

Shi Jin stepped onto the last step, his expression calm: "Yes."

The staff member who played the corpse in the study was replaced by a prop doll to make it easier for the guests to check the wound.

When Shi Jin entered the room, Butler Chen was standing in front of the corpse, watching Doctor Zhao carefully looking through the wounds on the corpse.

He walked forward and heard Doctor Zhao reporting the injuries with some difficulty: "The deceased's face was disfigured by a sharp weapon... There was a wound on the head that looked like it was hit by a blunt object... There were traces of cuts on the arms and thighs... The blood in the house was mainly caused by these wounds."

"The initial diagnosis is that it was a antemortem injury." Doctor Zhao pursed his lips, somewhat reluctantly: "The murderer's purpose was not only to kill her, but more to torture her to death."

She carefully lifted the corpse's clothes and added, "There aren't many wounds on the body. There is a through wound on the left chest, which is probably fatal. We have to wait for the forensic report to provide more information. We can't see much here."

Butler Chen nodded and stood up to search for other clues.

Shi Jin stood there for two seconds, then squatted down and grasped the corpse's wrist with his gloved right hand.

On the right wrist of the female corpse, a coin-sized scar was particularly conspicuous.

"What is this?" Yu Ci followed Shi Jin's movements and looked at the female corpse's hand: "It's a burn scar. The pigmentation on the scar is not deep. It looks like it has healed a long time ago."

He thought for a moment and raised his eyebrows: "Just now, Yang Ge recognized the deceased as his sister based on this scar."

"Yes, that's right." Shi Jin lowered his eyelids, and the scene of seeing Lin Fuhao in the study yesterday flashed through his mind.

During the conversation in the study, Lin Fuhao rubbed his forehead because of a headache. On his exposed right wrist, there seemed to be an inconspicuous red birthmark in the same position as the female corpse...

Shi Jin released his right hand that was holding the corpse's wrist, stood up and walked out, heading towards the room at the left end of the corridor.

If he remembered correctly, Cheng's son seemed to have gone to Yang Ge's room to search for evidence.

Yu Ci followed him at a leisurely pace: "Are you not going to search the study room anymore?"

"Let's confirm something first." Shi Jin pursed his lips, glanced at the camera not far away, and lowered his voice: "Do you know the answer in advance?"

"Hmm." Yu Ci curled his lips, not intending to hide anything: "Zhong Sisi's script was placed on the bedside, and I accidentally saw it."

Shi Jin paused slightly.

...Put it at the bedside?

So, when he was not back, he was with Zhong Sisi?

They...live together?

Shi Jin pursed her lips and turned her head slightly to look at Yu Ci.

Yu Ci raised his eyebrows and smiled loudly: "What?"

The wind caused by his walking made the man's hair float. His sharp and flamboyant eyebrows were smiling. His peach blossom eyes were full of affection and contained a rippling light. When the corners of his lips were raised, it was as unrestrained as the wind whistling in the valley.

With such outstanding appearance, it’s no surprise.

Shi Jin retracted his gaze, his expression cold: "Nothing."

Yu Ci looked at Shi Jin who suddenly quickened his pace, somewhat puzzled: "Roommate, why are you walking so fast?"

Shi Jin's guess was correct, Cheng's son was indeed searching for evidence in Yang Ge's room.

Seeing Shi Jin coming in, Cheng's son's eyes lit up, and he threw down the clue he had just found and jumped off the bed: "Master Shi, Lawyer Shi, are you here to look for clues too?"

Shi Jin hummed, stepped forward and held his right hand.

Cheng's son was startled at first, then he smiled at Shi Jin: "You found out so quickly?"

Shi Jin lowered his head and looked at Cheng's son's exposed right wrist, then let go of his hand with a calm expression on his face: "So Yang An'an is also your sister."

"No, she's not." The warmth on his wrist disappeared, and Cheng's son tilted his head with some regret. He lowered his arm, and the red birthmark on his wrist disappeared into the darkness again: "I'm an only child. How can the child born by that bitch be considered my sister?"

Shi Jin frowned slightly and gave up discussing this issue with him: "What clues did you find?"

"A clue?" Cheng's son suddenly remembered something and turned around to pick up the thing he had just thrown away from the **: "I just found this."

There were three transparent glass bottles filled with clear liquid. Two of them were empty, but the other was still full.

Shi Jin reached out and picked up the glass bottle. On the back of the glass bottle, he saw a label written in black pen:

[Drug that makes you faint as soon as you drink it]

Shi Jin:......

But thanks to such a simple and crude sign, at least they don't have to wait for drug test results.

However, if Yang Anan is the illegitimate daughter of Lin Fuhao, then Yang Ge, who claims to be Yang Anan's biological brother...

While I was thinking, singer Yang passed by the door.

"Singer Yang."

Shi Jin glanced at Yu Ci who had called out to Yang Ge, and looked away before the other person looked over: "Yang Ge, could you please take off the watch on your right wrist?"

Yang Ge looked at him in surprise, then took off his watch calmly: "I thought this information point would be discovered later."

The watch was taken off, and the obstacle covering the wrist disappeared, revealing the red birthmark on singer Yang's right wrist.

Shi Jin took a look and nodded, "Thank you."

Singer Yang shrugged and put his watch back on: "Yes, An An and I are both children of the wealthy Lin."

"Ha." Cheng's son sneered at the side, his tone contemptuous: "Don't talk so nicely, an illegitimate child is an illegitimate child."

Yang Ge laughed and did not argue with Cheng's son. Instead, he looked at Shi Jin and said, "I found some interesting things in Cheng's son's room. Lawyer Shi, are you interested in going with me to take a look?"

"good."

The interesting thing that singer Yang mentioned was also a bottle of potion.

However, compared to the "drug that makes you faint once you drink it" just found in singer Yang's room, the things found in Cheng's son's room are much more dangerous.

Shi Jin looked at the glass bottle in front of him with a label that read "Drink twice and you'll be doomed to death." He hesitated for two seconds and looked at Yang Ge.

Yang Ge opened his mouth and was about to explain: "It's just——"

"As the name suggests." Yu Ci stood by the door with his hands in his pockets, his posture lazy: "This medicine needs to be taken twice before people will die."

Shi Jin ignored him, handed the medicine bottle back to Yang Gege, and continued to ask: "Are there any other clues?"

"Yes." Yang Ge nodded and took out some clothes from the big bag behind him.

He pointed to the top piece of women's underwear and said, "I found this one in the closet."

Then he pointed to the lady who was pinned down and said, "I found this under the bed."

"As for the others." Yang Ge touched his nose awkwardly, his eyes drifting over the square objects with the label "Children's Burp Condoms" thrown on the bed. These were found in the cabinet beside the bed.

"Okay." Shi Jin's eyes swept around the room, briefly stopped at the white porcelain bowl on the table, and finally settled on the computer on the desk: "Have you checked the computer?"

"That's why I asked you to come." Yang Ge walked over to open the computer, revealing the password input box on the computer page: "I haven't solved this password yet."

"I tried Cheng's son's birthday, his favorite basketball player's number, and Lin's birthday, but none of them worked."

Shi Jin walked over and asked: "What about Mrs. Cheng's birthday?"

Singer Yang shook his head: "I tried it, but it didn't work."

Shi Jin pondered for a moment and typed a string of numbers on the keyboard.

"Ding-ding-ding, waiting for the next moment."

Computer screen unlocked.

Singer Yang glared: "How do you know the password?"

Shi Jin operated the mouse to open the chat window on the computer desktop and opened the top dialog box.

[Cheng’s son]: Have you found it?

[Wan Baojie]: No, not in my wife’s room.

There were only two sentences in the dialog box. Shi Jin tried to drag down to load the chat history, but it showed that the network loading failed.

No internet?

He frowned and took the time to answer Yang Ge's question: "There is a photo of Cheng's son and Mrs. Cheng on the table at the entrance, and the date the photo was taken is written on the back."

Shi Jin stood up straight, his brows slightly furrowed, "The computer has no network, so the chat history above cannot be seen."

Singer Yang ran to the door, picked up the photo frame and took a look. Sure enough, he saw a string of dates on the back of the frame. Before he could even sigh, he heard the news that the computer had no internet connection.

He scratched his head, his face slightly downcast: "Could it be that the progress is not yet enough to unlock other chat records?"

Before coming, he deliberately watched some variety shows of similar type. Those variety shows seemed to control the progress of the guests to prevent them from finding key evidence later in the first round of evidence collection.

Singer Yang looked tentatively at the photographer who was following him: "...Maybe, our show is like this too?"

The photographer held the camera with an expressionless face.

Yu Ci, who had been watching the show with his hands folded, curled his lips and denied his guess: "The evidence-collecting part of this show is not divided into rounds. It is a free-style evidence-collecting. Of course, there are ways to solve the clues found."

Yang Ge frowned: "But how can I unlock it without an internet connection? There is no solution at all."

Yu Ci raised his eyebrows, staring at Shi Jin who was operating the computer with a half-smile: "Isn't this solved?"

This time, Shi Jin took the initiative to explain without waiting for Yang Ge to ask: "I used my phone to turn on the hotspot for the computer."

The newly loaded chat history comes out.

The earliest conversation was half a month ago.

[Cheng’s son]: What is your relationship with my mother?

[Wan Baojie]: Mrs. Cheng has been kind to me, I will not harm you.

Cheng's son seemed a little hesitant and took a long time to reply.

[Cheng’s son]: Come to my room.

The chat history has been empty since then. I don’t know if it was deleted or if we didn’t continue communicating using the computer after that.

The next record was yesterday morning, when Cheng's son took the initiative to send a message to Wan Baojie.

[Cheng's son]: I need your help.

【Wan Baojie】：Okay.

Half a month ago, Wan Baojie arrived at the Lin family villa.