Linlang walked in carrying a piece of clothing with a burnt corner at the hem, while Zhou Xiao followed behind her, carrying Wu Li, who was covered in blood, into the room.
“I got lucky. When I went to 501, he was covered in injuries and didn’t know what had happened, so I brought him back. Maybe I could get some information out of him.”
Shi Jinzhe closed the door and said, "Let's talk about the clues first."
Beside him, Shekh expertly flicked a drop of black-gold corrosive liquid into Wu Li's body, putting his life in his own hands.
Zhou Xiao obediently did as he was told: "You won't believe it, but the natural gas in room 602 exploded. But apart from room 602 being charred black, the other rooms were completely undamaged. Apart from the thick smoke being a bit choking, the fire didn't even spread outside. It's incredibly amazing."
He walked through the living room, and just as he sat down, he saw a poor guy tied up behind the door. "That's..."
Shi Jinzhe: "Ignore him, tell me the clues you found first."
"Oh, okay." Zhou Xiao handed the clothes in his hand to Shi Jinzhe. "I found this in the black wardrobe in room 501. It's the only piece of clothing in there."
Then, he took a thin diamond necklace out of his pocket and placed it on the table. "I found this in the bedside table of room 605."
Sher picked up the necklace with his finger and found that the chain was broken: "Zheng Jingjing also has a diamond necklace, a diamond necklace that she would rather be beaten than take out."
Shi Jinzhe: "You suspect it's hers?"
“Perhaps she made a deal with the teacher using the necklace.” Shekh put down the necklace and said to Zhou Xiao, “Go on to describe the situation on the sixth floor.”
"Yes, Xiao Zhao couldn't be saved. The door was locked from the inside. Bumping and kicking it didn't work. Even Lao Zhao couldn't open it. It was the shockwave from the natural gas explosion that forced the door open. But apart from the damaged door, there wasn't even a crack in the wall."
"The inside was a complete mess, with shattered glass everywhere. Old Zhao only found a charred corpse lying on the balcony in the master bedroom," Zhou Xiao said, rubbing his goosebumps. "And a pair of intact white high heels."
That's so bizarre. The person was in such a state, yet the high heels were completely unharmed.
He shrank his neck and said, "After Lao Zhao went in, I took advantage of the chaos to go in and take a look under the pretext of handing him a dry powder fire extinguisher. The fire started in the master bedroom near the bed. It was suspected that the electric heater was turned on too high and spontaneously combusted the bed sheet."
"The fire started in the master bedroom, which is separated from the living room. How could it have caused a natural gas explosion?" Linlang asked in bewilderment.
"Yes, the fire is burning very fast, I think there might be an accelerant present."
Zhou Xiao emphasized: "I went to see it specifically. Xiao Zhao's body was lying on the ground, crawling towards the balcony, but she didn't crawl very far and seemed to lose her ability to move very quickly."
"Anti-combustion agent..."
Linlang suddenly looked up, "Before I left 602, I used my skill to restore a bottle of high-proof liquor, it was that bottle..."
Xiao Zhao might be drowning her sorrows in alcohol because of her husband's death. If she drinks while warming herself by the fire in bed, and accidentally knocks over the bottle or doesn't put the cap back on after finishing, allowing the alcohol to evaporate...
“But I remember this morning, Xiao Zhao said very confidently that there was no alcohol at home.” Shi Jinzhe tapped his fingers. “Isn’t that contradictory? Wouldn’t she find it strange if there suddenly was an extra bottle of alcohol in the house?”
That bottle of liquor was simply not what it advertised; the contents were wrong, but the glass bottle itself was exactly the same.
A person who cooks for his father in the kitchen every day wouldn't be so unfamiliar with the place that he doesn't know if there's a bar in his own cupboard.
"It's a bit contradictory, let's hear about some other things."
After hearing about what happened on the sixth floor, Shekh pointed to the clothes and said, "501 is the room of the Wu brothers. This clothes has burn marks on them. The fire is related to Wu Li. Let's ask him what he did."
Shekh clenched his fist, and Wu Li, who had fainted on the ground, suddenly curled up into a ball.
He opened his eyes in pain, his eyes filled with terror. After a few seconds, Wu Li realized, through the unfamiliar furniture and furnishings, that he was not in his own home.
"What did you do in 602?"
Wu Li was startled by the sudden question. His eyes glazed over as he looked at Shehe. "I didn't go. What are you talking about?"
Shekh paused for a moment, then said, "If you don't talk about it, it means you're not in enough pain."
Wu Li didn't understand. Just as he was about to get up from the ground, his body was slapped to the ground with a thud, and he could hear the sound of his bones breaking.
Before he could react, the thumb and forefinger of the hand controlling his body pressed together and made a twisting motion. With this motion, Wu Li's arm flipped backward 180 degrees.
With his eyes widening suddenly, he saw Sheikh's thumb rest on his little finger, and as his thumb slid upwards, his legs and upper body began to fold uncontrollably.
Seeing his knee about to touch his face, Wu Li dared not pretend to be stupid any longer and immediately begged for mercy.
"Shut your mouth," Shekh warned. "If you dare to shout it out, I'll make you eat your own leg."
Wu Li forced himself to swallow the words that were about to come out, and shook his head vigorously, "Oh, I absolutely won't speak loudly."
Shekh gave him a show of force: "Well, tell me, what did you do on the sixth floor?"
"I went to see Xiao Zhao. Her husband hadn't died, so as a neighbor, I had no choice but to care..."
As Wu Li was speaking, he saw Shekh extend a hand. The pain from earlier still lingered, and his body shuddered reflexively. "I thought no one was home, so I... I just wanted to take advantage of the situation..."
Even Shekh, who started learning the latest, understood the unspoken meaning.
Linlang's face darkened, and she uttered the word "beast."
“You have no reason to curse me.” Wu Li recognized Linlang as the person who bumped into him at noon and regained some confidence. “If you hadn’t had that thing, how would I have had the opportunity to take advantage of you?”
Shi Jinzhe tapped the floor lightly with his scepter, making Wu Li look over: "Where did you go that Tuesday night?"
"I...I went to the sixth floor."
Shekh: "So you were the one who followed Xiao Zhao that Tuesday night."
"...It was me, but she didn't know. I covered my face." Under pressure from Shekh, Wu Li chose to admit, "She's quite pretty. Anyway, my husband is dead, so I just had some bad ideas."
"You've already failed, and you're still talking about bad intentions." Zhou Xiao rolled his eyes. "Give me a break."
Wu Li argued, "I only became lustful because I saw the small box that fell off her. If she had kept it, how could I have had the opportunity?"
Linlang scoffed, "The paper money is falling on the ground, why don't you go pick it up?"
“…” Wu Li lowered his head. “Anyway, that’s how it was. I deliberately chose a time when no one was around. Xiao Zhao was drinking at the time, so I put two drops of the SK-II Facial Treatment Essence into her cup.”
Shi Jin asked, "And then?"
"Then I felt it was too cold in the room, so I closed all the windows and turned the electric heater and electric blanket on to the maximum. Maybe the medicine was not very effective. I waited for a long time, and it finally took effect. Then, a fire broke out in the bedroom for no reason."
Wu Li's guilty eyes darted around. "I tried to put it out a few times, but the fire was too strong and I couldn't extinguish it at all. I was afraid of being discovered, so I left through the window. When I got back, I found a burn mark on my clothes."
"Did you lock the door from the inside?"
"...Yes, I'm afraid Old Zhao might suddenly come over. Locking it from the inside would be too noisy, but it could also buy me a couple more seconds..."
Shi Jinzhe stared coldly at him and asked again, "Then how did you get these injuries?"
"...was beaten."
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