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"What exactly happened with the 'Roses Manor Locked Room Murder Case' from ten years ago?" I attempted to steer the conversation back to the case from a decade ago.
"Time has passed, and all we can do is find a logical explanation among the many possibilities to account for this suicide case. As for the truth, only God knows.
Now, we have two choices before us: First, Ling Xiao was murdered, and the killer took the key from the locked room.
Second, Ling Xiao committed suicide, and she somehow made the key disappear. Looking at it, the first option is clearly impossible.
When they broke down the door, everything in the room was checked, so the killer couldn't have been hiding behind it. All the windows were indeed locked, and more than one servant inspected the room, making it a complete locked room with not even a small hole; Ling Xiao couldn't have thrown the key out of the room. Now, let's consider the second option: Ling Xiao committed suicide and somehow made the key disappear."
Luo Xiaoye's voice carried a hint of fatigue, as if recounting an ancient tale.
"That’s also impossible; the police searched everything in the room and found no key," I said, trying to find a flaw in her reasoning.
"I understand. But the police overlooked one thing—the abundance of Rose Pavilion. I believe they thoroughly checked every item, yet they would never think that a plant could have taken the key out of the locked room. Indeed, the only possibility is that when Ling Xiao committed suicide, she knocked over a table, and the key fell onto a flower of Rose Manor.
Since the key is small and fell into Rose Manor, its flower pot could easily bear its weight. Coincidentally, that cup of boiling water or coffee on the table poured directly onto a Rose Manor flower down to its roots. The high temperature quickly destroyed the cells of that flower, killing it. The flower then wilted and wrapped around that key, ensuring it would never be found.
In the end, under everyone's gaze, the police brazenly removed that key from the scene. That is my reasoning."
At this moment, I was left speechless. Her deduction was so meticulous that I couldn't help but be convinced.
"Coincidence. Everything is coincidence. Ling Xiao truly wanted to die; she endured the pain of losing her parents and had to face an indifferent brother. All this suffering was unbearable for her. She could not bear the burdens life had placed upon her; she needed liberation. Suicide was the best method—she only needed a rope," Luo Xiaoye said, her gaze dimming afterward. I could hear her heart breaking within her. She truly envied Ling Xiao.
I walked with her to the subway station. The sky had been dark for quite some time, and the night enveloped us. Under the moonlight, Luo Xiaoye's beautiful face shimmered. She was a Gothic woman, and I knew I might never understand her heart or her past. What puzzled me was that such a beautiful girl had a heart that felt dead.
I didn't know what kind of past she had, nor did I want to find out.
"Is living a burden?" I asked softly, trying to break the silence.
Luo Xiaoye looked at me and nodded slightly, a hint of helplessness in her eyes. "I don't know how to explain it to you. What I want to say is that we are not black. Your life is not black, you know?" I tried to comfort her with warm words.
"Really... not black?" It seemed she was saying this to herself.
"Nothing is happier than being alive," I said firmly.
Luo Xiaoye suddenly laughed, resembling a blooming Rose Pavilion. She said, "Chen Mo, you are not black."
I nodded and replied, "Neither are we."
She looked at me quietly, waved her hand without saying goodbye, and then turned to disappear into the subway entrance.
We are Mortician Chen Mo.
There can be no goodbyes.
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