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"I believe the murderer first killed the victim and then constructed this locked room. The murderer cannot be called anything but clever; this room is both typical and unique, both secure and not secure, which has led us into endless speculation. The murderer could have easily toyed with the detectives using this special locked room. Yet, he chose to challenge me instead... The murderer did a thousand things right, but only one thing wrong, and that one mistake was the most fatal—any criminal should never provoke Mu Rong Jing."
"Mu Rong Brother, you see, I just used your GPS to obtain the latitude and longitude of this place, and I took the liberty of using Google Earth from your notebook... As a result..." Zhang Qiyan carefully held up the laptop and turned the screen towards everyone.
"This small house has existed for a month," Ying Xiaoque chimed in.
Wu Yazhuo let out a gleeful whistle.
"Hahaha!" Mu Rong Jing laughed defiantly, "Google Earth can only provide a blurry aerial image; the murderer could have easily dismantled parts like doors, windows, or walls and then rebuilt them!"
"Upon my careful observation, I found no such traces," Ying Xiaoque squinted her eyes and firmly countered.
"The moss on the walls inside is also quite uniform, which does not favor Mr. Mu Rong's reasoning," Xiao Chang put down his brush and calmly added while pointing towards the locked room.
"Moreover, with Mu Rong Brother's driving skills and Ao Tuo's physique, the wooden bridge ahead could barely support passage; a large amount of building materials clearly could not be quietly transported into the area," Zhang Qiyan spoke softly but with undeniable certainty. "However, we could ask the nearby Mountain People; perhaps someone has seen vehicles transporting building materials..."
"No need to ask!" Mu Rong Jing gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with unwillingness. "I will find the answer!"
The killer can never be imprisoned; you will always be the losers!
The corpse is crying, lamenting the truth that has been missed and buried.
The corpse is laughing, mocking the detectives' incompetence and inaction.
— A new email
"Teachers, I have some immature thoughts..." Zhang Qiyan looked at the dejected crowd, his voice timid yet carrying a hint of determination.
"I don't dare to call myself a teacher; go ahead," Wu Yazhuo waved his hand dismissively, still wearing an expression of lingering disappointment.
"You all often say that when you eliminate all impossibilities, what remains must be the answer. The most brilliant minds here have ruled out everything impossible, so isn't what remains the answer?" Zhang Qiyan's gaze swept over the crowd, affirming everyone's efforts.
"Just say it already, Lawyer Zhang!" Ying Xiaoque urged impatiently.
"I remember Brother Wu Yazhuo said that the possibility of the deceased committing suicide is quite low, but that doesn't mean it's nonexistent," Zhang Qiyan said, looking at Wu Yazhuo.
Wu Yazhuo weakly nodded, seemingly too exhausted to argue.
"What if the murderer is actually the deceased? What if it was a suicide after all?" Zhang Qiyan took a deep breath and continued.
"That's impossible!" Mu Rong Jing suddenly stood up, loudly refuting her. "First of all, the padlock outside is hard to explain!"
"Just lock it from the inside. If the door is only locked and the hinges on the other side are not secured, the door can still be entered. I can prove my reasoning— I did not see the door's hinges from outside," Zhang Qiyan calmly explained.
"So that means the hinges are inside and have been sealed in cement!" Ying Xiaoque suddenly realized and exclaimed.
"Exactly. He had a dagger that could serve as a screwdriver; in fact, it wouldn't even need screws since it was sealed in cement and wouldn't be easily discovered."
"Then how did the mason's tools disappear? And how did the deceased end up in a sealed room with cement?" Ying Xiaoque fired off a series of questions.
"There are many things that could substitute for a trowel, like the deceased's leather shoes which we haven't examined closely— we never had the chance. As for how he interacted with the cement, it relates to his clothing— a waterproof jacket would allow him to carry the mixed cement into the room without getting wet. After using it, he could simply put on his jacket," Zhang Qiyan analyzed methodically.
She skillfully opened two emails on Mu Rong Jing's laptop:
"The very emails that first raised my suspicion were these two; they present a narrative trick:
'The corpse is waiting for you';
"The corpse is crying;
"The corpse is laughing;
"The corpse is First Person, the sender.
"Moreover, he said 'Killer' instead of murderer, which proves this is a Suicide. He also mentioned 'Missed', because the Killer, which is the corpse, is right in front of us, and of course, we missed it.
"The deceased is gone, so he won't go to jail..."
"But how did the deceased send the email?" Ying Xiaoque asked with a frown.
"Scheduled Sending." Zhang Qiyan smiled gently, "Don't let the locked room mess with your mind; everyone knows about this. In my opinion, it was the Second Email that raised my biggest suspicion. We are out here in the wilderness, with no listening devices or cameras around. None of us have left each other's side. Why would the questioner be so sure we wouldn't find the answer? How could he be certain we would fail..."
"This is just unacceptable!" Mu Rong Jing exclaimed angrily, punching a nearby rock, "These little tricks of his could easily be seen through by the police during the Jian Shi process."
"The problem is that he successfully exploited our pride." Zhang Qiyan gently returned the notebook to Mu Rong Jing, "With just a small hint, he prevented the police from intervening too early, thus achieving his victory."
"What on earth is he trying to accomplish?" Xiao Chang suddenly erupted in fury, knocking over the Paint Box, splattering paint on the ground as he pounded his fists against it in frustration, "Using his own death to toy with detectives—what an idiot!"
"Perhaps the answer lies within his records." Zhang Qiyan gazed at the setting sun on the horizon, her eyes slightly misty and her voice choked with emotion, "Widower..." she murmured to herself, as if she had already touched the edge of the answer.
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