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I suddenly thought of a question, so I stood up and asked my brother, "That woman who walked into the bar with Tom must be Jenny, right?"
My brother adjusted his glasses, a smile on his face as he replied, "That's for sure. Not only did the bartender see it, but another staff member also testified. Besides, Tom said he tried calling Jenny twice on his mobile phone before leaving, but no one answered."
"Then he should be worried and go check on his girlfriend," I said, crossing my arms and shaking my head slightly in confusion.
"I'm not quite sure about that. I got all this information from a friend who works in the homicide division," my brother shrugged helplessly.
"You really have your connections!" I teased him.
"Of course! I'm a bona fide private detective!"
My brother raised his chin proudly and then handed me two pages of photocopies filled with a series of timestamps. These pages contained Tom and Jenny's mobile phone records for the month, not just an ordinary monthly statement but internal records from the telecom company detailing call times and durations.
I took the photocopies and examined them closely, paying special attention to the records from the night of the incident. After reviewing them, new questions began to swirl in my mind, so I asked my brother, "Why did Tom only call Jenny's mobile phone? If they were dating downstairs and she left, she must have gone home. Why didn't he call her home phone?"
My brother scratched his head, looking somewhat puzzled. "Maybe Tom wasn't sure if Jenny had gone home."
"Then it would make more sense to call her mobile first and then her home phone," I argued, my voice unintentionally rising a bit.
"Yeah, maybe. But it’s not a big deal," he waved his hand dismissively.
I didn't particularly appreciate my brother's tendency to focus on physical effort while neglecting details; I silently grumbled to myself.
I decided to handle things my own way and went down to Y Bar that night to investigate alone. I believed this place was crucial; if luck was on my side, I might find some clues.
The bar's dim purple lighting pulsed with strong beats as I pushed open the door. The bartender smiled at me when he saw me enter and asked what I wanted to drink. After hesitating for a moment, I replied, "A cola."
"You know about Jenny, right?" I asked directly as I approached the bar.
The bartender's expression darkened slightly but quickly returned to his usual smile as he said, "It's been a hassle! The police came looking for me last night, asking all sorts of questions."
"You are Tom's time witness, aren't you?" I fixed my gaze on the bartender, trying to read something from his expression.
"Is that so? I wouldn't know," the bartender shrugged, feigning innocence.
"Before Tom left here, Jenny was already dead, and I am the eyewitness," I said, lifting my chin slightly, my expression serious.
"Oh! Really? That's terrifying! Looks like we both have to testify in court," the bartender exclaimed, his eyes widening in surprise.
"Um... I want to confirm one thing. Did Tom really leave here at nine thirty-two?" I leaned slightly closer to the bartender.
"That's right," he nodded affirmatively.
"How can you be so sure?" I pressed further.
"Tom was talking to me just before he left, just some small talk. He asked me the time, and I looked at my watch and said, 'Nine thirty-two.' He mentioned it was getting late and then left," the bartender recalled, gesturing with his hands as he remembered.
"Didn't he wear a watch?" I asked, puzzled.
"I didn't pay attention. Oh, right, he took about five or six steps when the phone rang. Then a customer ordered a drink, and I didn't notice Tom anymore," the bartender frowned, straining to recall the details.
The bartender was quite a loose-lipped guy. After chatting with him for a while, I felt he didn’t seem like Tom’s accomplice.
This thought was soon confirmed.
The next morning, my brother rushed into my room, shaking me awake with urgency and a hint of fear on his face. He delivered shocking news: the bartender was dead; his body had been found in the cold alley behind the bar.
There were signs of a struggle, and the cause of death was strangulation.
Upon hearing this news, I sat up abruptly in bed, my eyes wide open in shock.
At school, I couldn't concentrate on the lessons at all; my mind was consumed with thoughts about the series of events that had unfolded.
Why was the bartender killed?
Who was the one that did it?
On my way home from school, I always felt as if a pair of eyes were watching me from behind, an unsettling feeling gnawing at my heart.
While taking the subway, I stood at the edge of the platform, closest to the tracks. As the train approached and the crowd surged, I suddenly felt an unnatural force pushing me from behind. My body lurched forward, and in a panic, I stumbled backward a few steps but lost my balance. Terrified, I screamed as I fell onto the tracks.
The train was less than twenty meters away from me. What was I supposed to do?
My heart raced, my mind went blank, and instinctively, I threw myself into the dip in the tracks, tightly closing my eyes and holding my breath to avoid being hit by the train.
As the train passed overhead, the deafening noise and rush of hot air made it hard to breathe. I felt my consciousness fading, nearly losing consciousness.
When the train finally stopped, I summoned every last bit of strength to crawl out. Was that just an accident? Or was someone trying to kill me?
Gasping for air, I knew there was no other choice; my life was at stake!
I had to get to Captain Liu at the West District Police Station as quickly as possible and tell him everything I had seen and known without leaving anything out.
Only by catching the murderer would I find true safety!
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