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"Well," Zou Xingjing pondered for a moment before speaking. "The likelihood of that is quite low for two reasons: First, based on Shen Zhi's bleeding and the bloodstains near her body, we can basically determine that Shen Zhi's room is the first crime scene. Second, let's not forget that Shen Zhi's mother discovered her body around six this morning, while Wang Jian was still playing mahjong. If he were the murderer, even if he did kill Shen Zhi between two and three in the morning, he wouldn't have had time to move her body to her home. In other words, his alibi still holds."
"Right," Song Nian nodded. "Given this, we can conclude that Wang Jian is not the murderer, but he knew long before that Shen Zhi would be killed, and he even knows who the real killer is."
"Exactly. This morning I asked you if you had an alibi during the time of the incident. You said that during the early hours, those with alibis are often more suspicious. I didn't expect you to be right; Wang Jian is indeed the one with an alibi who raises our suspicions."
"But," Song Nian continued, "if Wang Jian isn't the murderer, why was his lighter left at the scene? Could it be that the real killer is trying to frame him?"
"Speaking of which," Zou Xingjing looked at Song Nian, "why do you have that lighter? I clearly handed it over to my colleague for examination."
"Because I have an identical lighter myself. Didn't I tell you? I often play murder games at MafiaCafe too."
"So you're using fake evidence to trick Wang Jian?"
"Haha!" Song Nian laughed. "What's the big deal? Bringing in the actual lighter would be too much trouble. Given the time constraints, I just grabbed a prop to scare him a bit."
"…"
"Back to the case," Song Nian said, putting away his smile and continuing with the analysis. "Let's assume that the real murderer placed Wang Jian's lighter at the crime scene to frame him. If this assumption holds true, it means Wang Jian knew that the murderer would kill Shen Zhi and deliberately created an alibi for himself, while the murderer was unaware that Wang Jian knew about this and did not realize he would create an alibi at the time of the incident, all while trying to frame Wang Jian by leaving his lighter behind."
At this point, Song Nian glanced at Zou Xingjing but found him lost in thought, seemingly not paying attention to his analysis.
“Hey, Zou Xingjing!”
“Ah?” Zou Xingjing snapped back to reality.
“What were you thinking so deeply about? Did you hear my analysis just now?” Song Nian said with a hint of annoyance.
Zou Xingjing replied seriously, “I suddenly felt that Wang Jian looked very familiar. Yes, I’ve seen him before at the police station!”
“What? You’ve seen him at the police station before?” Song Nian asked, surprised.
“Yes,” Zou Xingjing furrowed her brow, deep in thought. After a while, she continued, “I remember now. He was brought in by my colleagues because he was involved in a fraud case.”
“A fraud case?”
“Yes. I heard from my colleagues later that Wang Jian sold some so-called ‘rare and precious medicinal materials’ to an elderly man and scammed him out of hundreds of thousands. But eventually, due to insufficient evidence, they had to let Wang Jian go. Since that case wasn’t under my jurisdiction, I didn’t have a strong impression of him; I only vaguely recognized his face from seeing him a couple of times at the police station.”
Song Nian bit her lip. “This Wang Jian really has done a lot of bad things! No wonder Shen Zhi wanted to break up with him.”
Zou Xingjing shook her head. “Poor Shen Zhi. She finally managed to escape from a scumbag like Wang Jian, thinking she could start anew, only to end up getting killed.”
Song Nian murmured, “Wasn’t she killed by Wang Jian because she broke up with him?”
"Wang Jian has an alibi! Didn't we just conclude from our analysis that 'Wang Jian is not the criminal'?" Zou Xingjing reminded him.
Song Nian waved his hand, signaling Zou Xingjing not to interrupt his train of thought. Understanding the cue, Zou Xingjing fell silent. Song Nian focused intently, and after a few seconds, he suddenly exclaimed, "I've got it!"
"What did you think of?" Zou Xingjing asked anxiously.
Song Nian glanced at Zou Xingjing with confidence and said, "This case might be related to the Exchange Murder!"
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