Originally, Han Fei thought that Xu Mo had discovered some clues, which was why he was so certain that this was a homicide rather than a suicide.
To his surprise, Xu Mo hadn't found anything. He believed it was murder and not suicide simply because of his intuition...
"Why don't you think about what kind of people commit suicide, or rather, what characteristics do people who commit suicide usually have?" Xu Mo asked, staring at Han Fei and the others.
What kind of people commit suicide? Chen Ke pondered for a moment before blurting out, "People who are troubled by love."
"Besides those troubled by love, who else?" Xu Mo continued to ask.
"Those who have no money and live in poverty... Also, those who are terminally ill with not much time left..." Chen Ke looked at Xu Mo and said, "There are many reasons for suicide, but the most common ones are usually related to extreme lack of money or love."
Xu Mo nodded and pointed at the corpse.
"Yes, suicide always has a reason. Look at this person. What do you think she would commit suicide for?"
Everyone followed Xu Mo's finger and glanced at the body on the ground.
On this point, Xu Mo was correct.
Suicide always has a reason; no one commits suicide for no reason at all.
And the reasons for suicide, Chen Ke had almost covered them all just now.
The most common ones are extreme lack of money or love, terminal illness, and so on.
The deceased lived in a villa area, her house full of high-end furniture. One could imagine that she wasn't short of money, at least not to the point of being driven to suicide due to poverty.
As for the lack of love, that reason was even more far-fetched.
A wealthy woman in her fifties, lacking love? Committing suicide for love?
"So is it possible that she committed suicide because of a terminal illness?" Wang Dachuan first hypothesized, but quickly refuted his own assumption: "No, that's not right. Rich people with serious illnesses would definitely go to the hospital and spend money to prolong their lives. Even if they die, it would be in the hospital, not at home."
Thinking of this, Wang Dachuan's expression immediately became serious.
"If that's the case, then it's not suicide, but really murder? The victim died in the bedroom, but the bedroom door and windows were all locked from the inside. Is this a locked room murder case?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Ke pulled out the gun he had applied to bring for the investigation.
"What locked room murder? That's just something from TV dramas. How could such a thing happen in the real world? With the doors and windows all locked from the inside, the killer must still be hiding in the room. Watch me find him."
Chen Ke didn't believe in any locked room murder cases; he thought such things were too absurd.
With the doors and windows locked from the inside, how could the killer not be in the room?
It's worth noting that locking from the inside is something that can only be done from inside the room, and with only one corpse in the room, it's impossible for the doors and windows to be in a locked state.
Unless the killer could walk through walls!
Or the corpse could come back to life!
But is that possible?
Obviously not!
At present, the most likely scenario is...
The killer is still hiding in the room...
Chen Ke, holding his loaded gun, began searching around the bedroom.
The layout of the bedroom wasn't too complicated.
There were only a few places where someone could hide.
Under the bed, behind the curtains, in the bathroom, in the wardrobe.
Before searching each place, Chen Ke would shout, "Come out, don't hide anymore, I've already seen you!"
This was to trick the person into coming out, and also to warn the killer not to do anything foolish, to reduce unnecessary casualties.
However, it was never effective.
Because there was no one hiding under the bed, behind the curtains, or in the bathroom. He had shouted for nothing.
The last place in the room where someone could hide, but Chen Ke hadn't checked yet, was the wardrobe.
Chen Ke stood in front of the wardrobe, raised his gun, pointed it at the wardrobe door, and said,
"Stop hiding, come out now, I've seen you! Come out with your hands on your head, don't try anything, my gun isn't for show!"
After about ten seconds, there was still no movement from the wardrobe.
Chen Ke stepped forward and opened it.
There was no one hiding in the wardrobe either.
But he saw the wardrobe full of various types of clothes.
At the bottom of the wardrobe, there were neatly arranged small toys.
Pleasure balls, dildos, small whips, and so on...
Chen Ke: "???"
Han Fei: "???"
Xu Mo: "???"
Wang Dachuan: "???"
Xiao Zhang: "???"
They first stared wide-eyed at the clothes in the wardrobe.
Then, they all simultaneously turned to look at the body on the ground.
This deceased woman certainly had some interesting tastes...
At this moment, they became more certain that the victim must have died from homicide, not suicide.
After all, from the whole wardrobe full of various clothes and toys, it was clear that she was a person who knew how to enjoy life and had a spirit for entertainment.
How could such a person commit suicide?
Her death must be suspicious!
Of course, the clothes and small toys in the wardrobe were not the main point.
The key was that Chen Ke had already searched all the places in the room where someone could hide, with the wardrobe being the last one.
There was no one hiding in the wardrobe either, which meant the killer was not in this bedroom.
"Where is the person?" Chen Ke scratched his head. "The killer isn't in the room... So why are all the doors and windows locked from the inside? Could it really be one of those locked room murders from TV? How did the killer manage to lock the doors and windows after leaving the room?"
At this moment, Han Fei suddenly spoke up.
"Don't think of it as too complicated. It doesn't necessarily have to be a locked room murder. Didn't Xu Mo say the victim probably died from poisoning? There's a possibility that she was poisoned somewhere else, with the poison taking effect slowly, and she only died after she got home."
Han Fei's words immediately made Chen Ke's eyes light up.
"Right, right, right, that's possible. If what killed the victim was a slow-acting poison, then the fact that there's only one corpse in the room but the doors and windows are locked can be explained. She might have locked the doors and windows after coming home, and then died from the poison later."
"I'm just guessing," Han Fei said, indicating that he wasn't certain either. "We'll need to have the forensic team run some tests to know for sure."
Han Fei took out his phone and called both the forensic team and the trace evidence team, asking them to come over quickly.
...
The forensic and trace evidence teams arrived soon after.
After carefully examining the body, the forensic expert spoke.
"The time of death was about four or five hours ago. There are no fatal wounds on the victim's body. Judging from the state of death, it's not a common cause of death. The cause might be poisoning, but I can't tell what kind of poison it was. We'll need to use specialized equipment to analyze that."
Han Fei just nodded.
"Alright, then let's run some tests to see what kind of poison it was."
The forensic expert's words were almost identical to what Xu Mo had said earlier, so Han Fei had already heard this once before. Therefore, he appeared very calm, without a hint of surprise on his face.
After carefully examining the room several times and collecting Xu Mo's biological information, the trace evidence expert approached Han Fei and said,
"Captain Han, collection complete. We found many fingerprints, hairs, and footprints in the room. Preliminary analysis suggests they all come from the same person, a male. Based on the foot length, this person's height is estimated to be between 174 and 177 centimeters."
"Take it back for analysis and comparison. See if we have this person in our database," Han Fei instructed.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
