It was late at night and the guests in other rooms had gone to bed.
Jian Jing rested her head on her arm, and sleepiness gradually came. In her mind, various clues were like a nightclub, dancing endlessly.
What exactly is the murder weapon
Why did it disappear
Reporter Chai took the drink to the kitchen to freeze. Does this mean that she originally chose this as the murder weapon? But the waitress's action ruined her plan, forcing her to consider other methods.
What did she find in such a hurry
Another thing that concerned her was why did reporter Chai go to the kitchen at 15:30? She was not there to put the key, but she went to the kitchen to take a look. What was she trying to do
Did you have an excuse to go downstairs? This was a careful plan.
Jian Jing asked herself, if she had to play the role of an accomplice, she would choose to be the one who discovered the body. This way, she would not only not have to return the key, but also control the time of exposure, giving her more room for maneuver.
After several encounters, she thought reporter Chai was more clever and bold than the man who actually broke the bone. Would she have come up with such a method
There must be a reason.
So, let's make a bold assumption: What if she was originally going to "discover the body"? But she had to go to the kitchen before she could move, and when she saw the yellow-haired guy, she had to put her plan on hold.
Kitchen... Why go to the kitchen
There is only one option, to deal with the murder weapon.
What was the murder weapon? What was ice? Is there anything else to do with it
Kitchen, what's in the kitchen? Fruits, vegetables, meat... But is it frozen meat? Uh, the pork leg was put back after hitting people. This can be hidden from the luminol reaction, but the waiter said there is nothing to eat at home.
, go down and take a look!
Jian Jing couldn't fall asleep and sat up suddenly.
She didn't bother to disturb her companions, tiptoed into her slippers, picked up her cell phone and prepared to go out.
But after taking only two steps, Ji Feng woke up: "Teacher Jian, what are you doing?"
"Go to the kitchen," she said.
Ji Feng looked at his phone and asked in surprise, "Going to the kitchen at half past one? Are you hungry?"
"I'll go find the murder weapon," she replied. "You go to sleep, don't worry about me."
"... Come on." He sighed helplessly, got up and dressed, "I'll go with you."
"No use," she said. "Even if the murderer finds me, he will be the one who suffers."
"It's so boring to be alone." Ji Feng said this, squeezed in front of her, opened the door and went out, "Let's go, keep your voice down."
The dark corridor was very quiet, as if everyone was fast asleep, or as if no one was asleep, so no one could hear the slightest talking in sleep or snoring.
The two of them simultaneously lowered their footsteps and quietly walked down the stairs.
The wind and rain have not stopped yet. Even through the wall, I can still hear the sound of rain outside, rustling, rustling. The wind blows through the dense forest, making a strange whistling sound.
Jian Jing couldn't help but laugh softly.
"It's the middle of the night," Ji Feng yawned and said lazily, "Let's not play Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio."
"Do you think it has a good atmosphere?" She walked lightly, as lightly as a cat. "The wasteland of the English countryside, the old and dilapidated temple, the hotel on a rainy night in the mountains... There is always something missing when a murder happens in the city. Only in this kind of place is it particularly interesting."
Ji Feng glanced at her, feeling a subtle mood.
To be honest, he had done the task of searching for clues and catching criminals in the middle of the night many times, and his usual mental state was "I'm so damn tired" and he would finish the get off work quickly and go home.
It's interesting or something like that, it's completely an outsider's impression.
The person concerned just slept.
But at this moment, he was walking in the dark hotel. It was stormy outside, eerie and scary. He was still sleepy, but there was an indescribable feeling that quietly emerged in his heart. He felt as if he was back in his childhood, hiding in the bed and reading a collection of detective novels.
Perhaps, everyone who loves reasoning has similar blood.
No matter how hard it is, how tired or difficult it is, it is difficult to offset the "fun" in your heart.
"What do you know about the murder weapon?" he asked.
Jian Jing raised the corners of her lips. Under the dim light, her skin was as white as snow and her eyes were bright, like a flickering phantom in a detective novel.
"My instinct says," she said firmly, "the murder weapon is in the kitchen."
"The kitchen..." he thought, "The rice and flour are packed in a very small place. If there is a certain degree of impact, some of it will seep into it."
Jian Jing pressed the switch and the incandescent light illuminated the kitchen.
She checked the refrigerator first.
As the waitress said, there was not much stock inside, with only a few ribs, some vegetables, two boxes of eggs and a few canned drinks in the refrigerator. There was even less in the freezer, with almost no meat, and the most was frozen dumplings, glutinous rice balls, soup buns, and some ice cream.
It is covered with a uniform layer of white frost, the result of long-term freezing. If it had been used by someone, it would not be so intact.
Next comes food.
"I remember the waiter said there was a lot less flour." Jian Jing ran straight to the sink, "Will it be flushed down the drain after it's used up?"
Ji Feng objectively commented: "The flour is very fine, and the force is dispersed, so it must have caused some kind of injury. How is it? Is there a sink?"
She carefully observed it from many angles for a long time and sighed regretfully: "No, there are no flour particles on the edge and inner wall of the sink. If I pour it out to flush it out in a hurry, some powder will definitely spill out."
"rice?"
Jian Jing shook her head: "Judging from the injuries, it looks like it."
Ji Feng checked bottles and other containers and found no problems, so he only used bags and the like. However, rice grains are large, and under gravity, the surface must appear granular, but the injury seems to be caused by a smooth weapon.
But she checked the rice bags with luminol just in case.
no response.
This way is open, let's change our thinking. Jian Jing said: "Show me the photo of reporter Chai."
Ji Feng handed her the phone.
She scrolled through the photos one by one, examining every detail.
Reporter Chai has a lot of things with him. His clothes are organized separately in storage bags, his cosmetic bag is full of bottles and jars, and he also has a camera, a laptop, and two power banks.
"I guess the person hit by the deceased was a girl." Jian Jing said coldly.
Ji Feng held back his yawn: "Why?"
"She brought a straightener, but it was a freshly permed hairdo." Jian Jing said, "This must be used by someone else."
Ji Feng sighed: "It looks like this was really a hit-and-run."
Jian Jing nodded, her tone more certain: "This means that the murder weapon was prepared improvisationally." She repeatedly checked the photos, zooming in and out, and combined with her memories of her previous visit to Room 201, she finally found a suspicious point.
"When we went to her room in the afternoon, was there something hanging by the window?" she asked.
Ji Feng: "Personal items, I didn't look closely."
Jian Jing tried to reply: "It's underwear and stockings... Stockings? Could it be this?"
"You mean there's blood on the stockings?" He closed his eyes and thought, "If there's a hard object inside and I swing it to hit it, that's possible."
Her tone was slightly heavy: "That's what I said, but I bet you that even if blood was detected on the stockings, there would be no way to convict her. Don't forget, she came to borrow something from me."
When reporter Chai came to see her at 14:10, she was only covering for the man with a broken bone, and perhaps she was also arranging a backup plan.
She was having her period and asked Jian Jing to borrow a sanitary napkin.
Is it unusual to have blood on your stockings? After washing, it is difficult to collect blood for DNA verification. Is there any problem if you say it is your own
In order to convict her, the murder weapon hidden in the stockings must be found.
How could there be so much less flour for no reason
Jian Jing squatted in the corner and unpacked the bags. The hotel had a rich inventory, and the bags contained flour, rice, starch, and cornmeal.
There is only one-fifth of flour left, half of rice, two-thirds of starch, and the cornmeal is almost full.
She touched them one by one as if she was angry.
I felt a slight strange sensation at my fingertips. My brain hadn't analyzed it clearly yet, but my intuition had already been triggered.
"Monsoon!" she called, "Come here."
Ji Feng hurried over and squatted down: "What's up?"
"This bag is a little bit..." Words can't describe the tremor of intuition, so I can only say in general, "It's right."
Ji Feng turned on the flashlight and scooped up a handful of starch.
The feel is right, and the color seems to be a little subtle.
He looked up and met Jian Jing's eyes, and they both reacted at the same time.
"Here's the flour!"
“It’s starch!”
Joy was like bubbles in an iced cola, rising in clusters. Jian Jing smiled and shook her head: "Awesome, a reporter is worthy of being a reporter, he has seen a lot."
Ji Feng also said: "It's amazing that she could come up with such a murder weapon that's right out of a detective novel."
Jian Jing deeply agreed with this.
She was fooled by the flour and thought that the lack of flour was due to the use of too much flour. In fact, she should have taken one more step and found that the lack of flour was due to someone putting it into another bag to cover up the lack of another thing.
What is missing is starch.
Starch is the murder weapon.
As for the principle, not everyone has heard of it, but everyone has come into contact with non-Newtonian fluids. Physics is not much about it. In simple terms, non-Newtonian fluids have a characteristic that they are very soft when touched slowly and extremely hard when hit quickly.
With this thing, you can float on water. There was such a plot in Conan.
Of course, a lot of starch is needed.
This is all you need to make a murder weapon; one ball is enough.
After solving the most difficult puzzle, Jian Jing was not confused at all: "Let's sort out the case?"
Ji Feng dragged out a chair and sat down, very supportive: "Please let the leader speak."
"Did your leader report the case?" she asked suspiciously.
Ji Feng's expression changed slightly: "Yes, eh?"
Believe him there is something fishy.
But Jian Jing didn't argue with him, and said, "The evening before yesterday, the deceased and her companion were driving at night, hit and killed a girl, and then drove away. Her two companions decided to avenge her, found out the whereabouts of this group of people, and followed them to this hotel.
"The deceased admitted to killing someone and made up the lie about zombies to anger them. So, they decided to kill him with the same excuse. Last night, they pretended to have seen zombies and killed a chicken at night to create confusion. The car of the deceased and others might have been theirs.
"At noon, the plan officially began. Reporter Chai kept a close eye on the deceased and confirmed that he had returned to his room. The others were busy and were away, so they found a way to meet the deceased at the warehouse.
"At 13:40-13:50, in addition to taking photos, the reporter probably also prepared a murder weapon and hid it near the warehouse. At 14:05, the man with a broken bone left from the safe exit under the pretext of going to the toilet. Because reporter Chai told him that the waitress was in the living room, he probably went through the back door and made a detour to the warehouse.
"In the room, he murdered the victim. But because the victim did not carry a note with the information about where he met her, he took the room key away."
At this point, Jian Jing paused for a moment and thought, "How did they pass the key?"
"Just put it on the ground and kick it away." Ji Feng said, "These are just minor details."
Jian Jing made a "come here" gesture to him.
He then said: "Reporter Chai got the key, went into the room and destroyed the note. At this time, Huangmao came back and asked the deceased for something. She suddenly had an idea and used instant noodles to create the illusion that the deceased was still alive. Seeing the coincidence of the rain stopping and Huangmao coming back, she decided to frame him and took away the umbrella on the spur of the moment."
"Why do we have to wait for an hour?" Jian Jing asked.
"It will take some time to find the note. Maybe they are waiting for Huangmao to come out and clarify the extent of his suspicion." Ji Feng pondered, "But it does take a little time. The key can be put back when pretending to find the body. It is too dangerous to not get rid of the murder weapon."
Jian Jing smiled and said, "Returning the key was an accident. According to the original plan, she should have been the one who discovered the body, so the murder weapon had been dealt with by then, and only needed to be recovered."
"It makes sense. The murder weapon was left in the open air to let the rain dilute the starch inside." Ji Feng agreed with her judgment. "She just hid it. If it was left there for too long, it would be easy to arouse suspicion."
"Yes." Jian Jing nodded. "It rained heavily this afternoon and stopped for a while. I hadn't dealt with the murder weapon properly, so I went to the kitchen to clean it. But I ran into Huangmao unexpectedly, so I had to change my mind, return the key, take the umbrella, and go back to the room directly."
Monsoon: "One last question, where is the umbrella?"
"Just throw it far away."
Because of the weather, Ji Feng's search range was limited to indoors and the backyard. The area near the hotel had not been searched yet, so it was strange that it was missed.
Jian Jing exhaled: "Let's go, forget about the umbrella, finish the last thing and go to bed."
The umbrella is a complete trick, misleading time, taking the blame, and diverting attention, but unfortunately, it is not important.
At least when it comes to identifying the murderer, no one cares about your absence.