34: Chapter 34 The Locked Room Murder Case

Sigh...

Li Ming first sighed, then said with a melancholy expression.

I just got a call. A murder happened in a bedroom in the West District of Yanjing at noon today, and we are preparing to head over there now.

A murder?

Qin Mo found it strange; it was the 21st century, and there were still murders happening...

Yes! It happened at noon today. The report says it's a locked room case. The victim died on the bed, and there was a pile of masks scattered around. My superiors want me to go take a look.

Qin Mo was slightly stunned. No way, right? He had just obtained the Detective skill, and a murder case immediately followed? Given the system's nature, this murder case definitely wouldn't be simple.

After realizing this, Qin Mo said with an expectant face.

Officer Li, can you take me with you?

Li Ming frowned and looked at Qin Mo: "Take you with me? What are you going to do? Besides, how could this kind of thing be something an ordinary person like you can see?"

Qin Mo pretended to bow his head in thought, then said with a grave expression: "Officer Li, after hearing what you said, I have a feeling that this case isn't simple, so I want to go to the scene and see if I can help with anything."

This chance to show off... to demonstrate his strength, definitely couldn't be missed. Another huge wave of popularity points would be incoming, Qin Mo thought to himself.

"This is not..."

Li Ming was about to refuse, but then he had a second thought. Qin Mo's miraculous metaphysical abilities... perhaps he really could discover something...

Then he said with a serious face: "I can take you, but you must follow my instructions!"

"No problem!"

Qin Mo patted his chest to assure him.

"Qin Mo, are you really going? That's... a dead person... aren't you afraid?"

Murong Lanlan said with a worried look.

"It's fine, just follow me when we get there!"

Qin Mo said confidently.

Kidding, this opportunity to farm popularity points definitely couldn't be given up.

"Alright!"

Murong Lanlan nodded helplessly.

Afterward, the two drove their Ferrari and followed Officer Li's police car to a villa.

Once they got out of the car, after obtaining Li Ming's permission, Qin Mo started the live stream, changing the title to: Super Detective, Investigating Cases Seriously!

"Damn, who is this? Did the Dog Streamer have a change of heart? Starting to stream twice a day?"

"Did some brother take a 'truth' and go offline to threaten the Streamer, which is why he started streaming?"

"Dog Streamer, if you're being threatened, just blink. We brothers can't do much else, but we will watch the show ( ๑ • ̀ ㅂ • ́ ) و ✧"

"Wait... Detective? Did the Dog Streamer get hired by the police?"

"Damn! Why does it feel like wherever the Dog Streamer goes, a murder happens?"

Qin Mo saw this and was immediately furious!

"Slander! You're slandering me! I'm going to sue you for slander!"

Seeing Murong Lanlan looking over, Qin Mo immediately pointed at the live stream comments with a wronged expression.

"He's slandering me!"

Murong Lanlan lowered her head, thought carefully for a moment, and nodded earnestly.

"What they said... seems to be right..."

"Uh..."

...

Afterward, the two followed Li Ming to the villa. At this time, the officers were investigating and registering people nearby. Inside the villa's living room, a young man and a young woman were hugging each other and crying.

Li Ming greeted the officers who were working, then led Qin Mo straight toward the room where the murder occurred.

As for Murong Lanlan, because she was too scared, she stayed outside.

"Are you really not afraid?"

Seeing Qin Mo following him expressionlessly the whole time, Li Ming asked curiously.

"Afraid of what?"

Qin Mo was stunned for a moment and asked in confusion.

Li Ming took a deep look at Qin Mo and didn't say anything.

Before long, the two arrived outside a completely sealed room. The bedroom door had already been opened.

A corpse lay on a small bed, covered by a white sheet, making it impossible to see the appearance. A pile of masks was scattered all over the floor.

Several officers were inside taking photos and looking for clues.

"Damn! Did someone really die?"

"Damn, this isn't a script?"

"To the person above, you must be new here. When has Brother Mo ever used a script? Without exaggeration, Brother Mo is the script."

"No, Brother Mo, we were just joking. You're doing this for real?"

"You're playing for real, huh?"

...

"Captain Li, you're here."

At this moment, an officer walked over holding a plastic bag.

Li Ming scanned the surroundings and said in a deep voice.

"Have you found any clues? How did the victim die? Are there any leads?"

The officer heard this, picked up the notebook on the side, and slowly said.

"The victim's name is Zheng Dong, and he was a bank president."

"The victim died from having his throat slit by a dagger. Currently, the dagger is still in the victim's throat."

"The time of death, according to the forensic examination, is preliminarily determined to be four o'clock in the morning."

"Except for one window, there is no way in or out of the entire room. The window was locked from the inside and was not damaged. Although the layout of the room is a bit strange with masks all over the floor, the possibility of homicide can be ruled out, so the preliminary judgment is that it is most likely a suicide."

Is it suicide?

Looking at the strange layout in the room before him, Li Ming always felt something was off, but he couldn't put his finger on what was strange.

"No! My father couldn't have committed suicide!"

Just then, three people came into the hallway. One was a middle-aged man around forty years old, and the other two were the two people who had been crying in the lobby just now.

"Your father? Is the person inside your father?"

Li Ming frowned and looked at the young man.

The young man said in a low voice: "Yes, the person inside is my father. My name is Zheng Tian."

As he spoke, he pointed to the woman and the middle-aged man beside him and said.

"These two are my wife, Liu Wen, and Uncle Zhang."

"Uncle Zhang is also the butler of our villa."

Liu Wen nodded to everyone expressionlessly.

And Uncle Zhang was also in a daze, his face full of disbelief, as if he didn't believe that Zheng Dong was already dead.

Li Ming nodded, looking thoughtful.

Then he looked at Zheng Tian seriously: "You say your father couldn't have committed suicide, why is that?"

Zheng Tian said without hesitation: "My father would take sleeping pills every night at ten o'clock and usually wouldn't wake up until eight o'clock the next morning, so how could he have gotten up at four in the morning to commit suicide?"

"Besides, my father only had me as a son. He was happy all day long and didn't have anything sad or troubling on his mind. Why would he commit suicide?"

Li Ming's eyes narrowed immediately.

"You say your father had a habit of taking sleeping pills? Did he usually suffer from insomnia?"

Zheng Tian sighed and said: "Yes, my father had always suffered from insomnia. He went to the hospital for a check-up, and the doctor said it was normal due to his age, so he had been taking sleeping pills."

"May I ask when your father started taking sleeping pills?"

Zheng Tian lowered his head and thought for a moment.

"Probably since October of last year. It's been almost a year."

"So, where were the sleeping pills usually kept?"

"I had always been the one keeping the sleeping pills."

At this moment, Uncle Zhang, who had been silent, said in a deep voice.

Li Ming immediately turned his gaze toward him.