That speed is like that of a sloth in the monkey world! No wonder it needs a toxin secretion mechanism for protection, otherwise it would have gone extinct long ago.
Just then, a rustling sound came from behind.
The gray flying squirrel that went to fetch reinforcements has returned, followed by a chubby, puffy bamboo rat.
As soon as the bamboo rat saw Xia Zhining, it waved its little paws and began to chatter and complain:
[Your Honor, I have a complaint to file!]
[I'm so angry! I'm so angry! It's that old two-legged beast!]
[The old man bent a sapling like a bow and tied it to an ugly stone with a transparent thread. The thread lay across the road... The old man even touched it once, as if testing it.]
The bamboo rat became increasingly excited as it spoke: "Then suddenly, a lot of stones and dirt rolled down, burying the side entrance I had painstakingly dug!"
[My food supplies! My bedroom! All gone!]
Xia Zhining and Zhou Chongsheng held the business card they were handing to the police in front of the bamboo rat's nose: "Is it him?"
The bamboo rat sniffed the air, almost crying with grievance: "I had to dig a new home that very night... I've held this grudge for four years! It's him!"
[I absolutely cannot mistake its taste!]
[Oh, right, there's one more thing!]
A short while later, the round bamboo rat returned, huffing and puffing, its two little paws tightly clutching a small, shiny, curled-up spool of fishing line.
It handed the small spool of thread to Xia Zhi Ning, its little eyes sparkling, its face practically screaming "Praise me!"
[Look! I hid this shiny, broken rope too!]
[A small piece broke off and flew out, so I kept it!]
"Well done!" Xia Zhining took it with delight and carefully put the precious fishing line into the evidence bag.
Ji Shuyun raised his flashlight and examined it carefully, his gaze particularly sharp in the night: "This is highly consistent with the roll we just saw on Zhou Chongshan's balcony, both in terms of material, color and weaving method."
"Therefore, the timeline is clear: before the incident, Zhou Chongshan went into the mountains in advance and set up a trigger-activated rolling stone mechanism on the edge of the cliff using fishing line and stones."
"To test the effect, he once triggered it with a small stone. That small-scale rolling down accidentally buried the bamboo rat's home."
"On the day of the incident, Su Jianxue triggered this mechanism without her knowledge."
Xia Zhining couldn't help but rub the bamboo rat's still puffed-up head, feeling both annoyed and amused: "In a way, we should 'thank' Zhou Chongshan for being so despicable, even destroying the animals' homes."
"Otherwise, our eyewitness might not have remembered it so vividly."
Suddenly, she remembered something, looked up at Ji Shuyun, her eyes filled with surprise and curiosity:
"By the way, bro... how come you noticed that spool of fishing line at Professor Zhou's house so quickly, and even asked about it?"
"You suspected back then... that he would use this?"
This is practically like prophecy.
Ji Shuyun smiled and explained softly, "When I heard Su Jianxue recount her story before, she mentioned that the stone and the soil rolled down together. At that time, I was thinking, why is it such a coincidence? I hadn't clearly connected it to the mechanism yet."
“Even today, at Zhou Chongshan’s home, I saw that roll of professional fishing line and noticed that he had collected a lot of replicas of Native American hunting tools and tribal totem wood carvings.”
His gaze darkened slightly. "This reminds me of an ancient hunting method used by primitive tribes in the Americas called a hair-tripping rock trap."
"Once an animal touches the thin wire that serves as the mechanism, a prepared stone will roll down and hit the target."
"Zhou Chongshan must have made some simplified modifications to this ancient trap."
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