“You think everyone is so easily fooled? Your novel isn’t even finished being serialized yet, and it’s already caused quite a stir. Many people are saying that Han Mo didn’t commit suicide back then. Especially Han Mo’s loyal fans, the public opinion is very intense. Now the higher-ups have thrown this problem back to our bureau, saying they want to investigate the old case again and give the public an explanation.” Wang Shen looked at Xu Xiaolin and frowned.
"Then let's investigate. With your abilities, you're sure you can find out." Xu Xiaolin took another sip of coffee, raised an eyebrow, and was quite satisfied with the barista's skills.
The Han Mo case from three years ago was a sensation at the time. In terms of seniority, Lin Su and Xu Xiaolin were Han Mo's juniors. At the time, Han Mo was a leading suspense novelist. Almost every novel she wrote was a bestseller, making her an undisputed queen of the genre. As a suspense novelist, Han Mo gradually gained celebrity status, boasting a huge fan base. And because Han Mo was undeniably beautiful, she also had countless suitors. This radiant and beautiful novelist, Han Mo possessed almost everything that others envied. But all of this came to an abrupt end one night, followed by widespread shock and sighs.
Han Mo's body was discovered after a neighbor reported her missing, several days after her death. The incident occurred in an old, dilapidated neighborhood during the summer. Many people are puzzled as to why Han Mo chose to live in this slum-like area. According to staff close to Han Mo, she was a quiet person and chose that kind of environment because the down-to-earth atmosphere there inspired her creative work.
One day, Han Mo's neighbors noticed a foul stench emanating from somewhere. They all instinctively went to find the source of the stench. Finally, they held their noses and stood at Han Mo's front door, calling the police. At first, only one officer arrived, then two, and finally a group. The police broke down the door, and a blast of cold air, accompanied by the stench of decay, rushed out. The younger officers immediately vomited. In the center of the living room, directly opposite the front door, lay a corpse. The body was severely decomposed, and the foul-smelling bodily fluids and blood beneath it mingled, creating an even more unbearable stench. A young officer covered his mouth and glanced around the house. The doors and windows were tightly shut, making it airtight. Unable to bear the smell any longer, the young officer took a few steps forward, intending to open a window for some fresh air. At that moment, another officer standing nearby, Wang Shen, stopped him and tossed him a mask.
"First, confirm the identity of the deceased," Wang Shen instructed the police officer beside him.
"Captain Wang, this woman looks like... right, that writer, Han Mo!" The policeman next to Wang Shen looked at the woman lying on her back on the ground, and after recognizing her, his eyes widened, clearly unable to believe what he was seeing.
"Han Mo? That very popular novelist?" Upon hearing this, Wang Shen stared at the deceased's face for a while before nodding slightly. "He really does look like someone on TV, but we still need to confirm it."
Upon hearing this, the police officer next to him nodded and left the house.
Based on the forensic examination at the scene, and given that the air conditioning was on high, Han Mo's time of death was approximately ten days prior. The cause of death is currently difficult to determine. However, the fruit knife found in Han Mo's abdomen appears to be the most likely cause of death.
Wang Shen checked the front door lock. The front door of Han Mo's house had a chain lock, which could be locked from the inside. When the police broke in, they had no choice but to cut the lock from the inside. Wang Shen checked the mechanical lock cylinder of the front door again; it was intact. Wang Shen glanced at the body, then walked around the house. All the doors and windows were locked, even the kitchen and bathroom windows. A rough judgment flashed through Wang Shen's mind. "Could Han Mo have committed suicide?" Wang Shen muttered to himself, then squatted down in front of a window. He peered closely at the windowsill and noticed what appeared to be a trace of blood on the edge.
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