Chapter 3: The Bizarre Murder Case

  I suddenly tensed up, hastily got out of bed, put on my clothes and rushed out of the room. However, I saw Xin Xiaoxin wearing only his underwear, with his upper body exposed, desperately twisting the door handle, but this door was locked from the inside, so it couldn't be opened. He could only knock fiercely on the door and shout: "Professor Li! Professor Li! What's wrong? Open the door!"

  At this time, others also came running out of their respective rooms one after another.

  Mingying asked what was wrong, Xinxiaoxin said she didn't know, but only heard a shout from inside the house and couldn't open the door.

  He really had no choice, he kicked the door violently twice, but hugged his foot in pain. I was about to go up and try. Zhao Chen waved her hand and said let me do it. Before I could react, she twisted her slender waist with a loud shout, and our eyes were filled with her afterimage. We only saw a very beautiful spinning kick, her foot had just touched the door when there was a loud noise, the door frame with the lock tongue was completely kicked into powder.

  I didn't have time to marvel at how this frail-looking girl could have such strength, and rushed into Li Yubo's room.

  A strong smell of blood came rushing forward.

  There was no one in the room, but a large pool of blood on the floor, which had almost flowed to the door. The windowsill was also full of bloodstains. The window was open, and several bloodthirsty insects that had flown in from outside were greedily sucking up the blood, making people feel nauseous.

  Mingying and Zhao Chen were pale, only Yang Chao looked calm. I also felt a chill run down my spine. Li Yubo had lost so much blood, he was definitely going to die.

  "What about him?" Ming Yue asked.

  "I don't know. I was just taking a bath and when I came out, I heard a loud cry in this room. I've never seen Li Yubo go out."

  Mingying looked around and asked: "Where is Jiang Nan?"

  Everyone only then noticed that not only was Li Yubo missing, but Jiang Nan was also nowhere to be found. Xin Xiaoxin hurriedly went to knock on his door. After knocking for half a day without any response, she discovered that the door wasn't locked, and the room was empty with no one inside.

  "Could it be..." Xinxin looked at me and said, "Did Jiang Nan kill Li Yubo and then drag the body away?"

  I returned to Li Yubo's room, carefully circling around the blood on the floor and walked a circle. It was exactly the same as when I left this room, completely untouched. Except for that piece of paper placed on the table.

  That piece of paper is gone.

  I turned around and saw others staring at me outside the door, so I said: "What are you still dazed about? Call the police!"

  No one understands me.

  I stepped over the blood on the ground, turned the doorknob before leaving and made a "click" sound. As I walked out of the door, I saw that these people didn't react to my words at all, grabbed Xin Xiao's shoulder and shook him, urging: "Hey, hurry up and call the police, what are you stunned for?"

  He's still like that, everyone is.

  I got anxious and took out my phone to dial the number.

  Yang Chao suddenly pulled out a pistol from somewhere and weighed it in his hand, saying calmly: "Don't move."

  I was petrified.

  After a moment of silence, I walked towards the door without saying a word.

  "What's going on?"

  I put my hand on the door handle and turned it around, saying without looking back: "Go out for a walk."

  "Come back." He said coldly.

  I withdrew my hand. Just then, there was a sudden knock at the door.

  Everyone tensed up, Yang Chao held a handgun and sidled over, I crouched at the cat's eye on the door and whispered to Yang Chao: "Jiang Nan." He nodded slightly, indicating that he would let him in.

  As soon as Jiang Nan entered, he was pointed at the back of his head by Yang Chao with a gun, scaring him so much that the cigarette box in his hand fell to the ground with a "pa-ta" sound: "You, what do you want to do?"

  "Li Yubo, is it you who did this?" Yang asked with an iron tone.

  "What's going on with Li Yubo? What's happening?"

  "I asked: 'Where did you go?'"

  Jiang Nan looked at the distrustful glances cast by everyone present and was too afraid to speak. Instead, Xin Xiaoxin helped him out by saying, "He went to buy cigarettes." Jiang Nan didn't expect that the person who had mocked him a few times in the afternoon would now be speaking up for him, and he looked at Xin Xiaoxin with gratitude.

  I raised my hand and waved it, saying, "It wasn't him who did it."

  Yang Chao stared at Jiang Nan and said, "How did you know?"

  "There's no blood on your clothes," Mingying said suddenly.

  I nodded and pointed to the oil stain on Jiang Nan's body that Li Yubo had gotten on him while eating, saying: "Look here. He hasn't changed his clothes. With so much blood, it's impossible not to get stained when moving a corpse."

  Yang Chao still half-believed and half-doubted, pointing his gun at Jiang Nan, saying: "Where did Li Yu Bo's body go?"

  "Maybe it was thrown out from the window?"

  Yang Chao said to Mingying and Zhao Chen: "Stay here, we'll go down and take a look!"

  I went downstairs and, as expected, found some scattered bloodstains on the lawn under Li Yubo's window. There weren't many. I saw dandelions in the bloody grass, squatted down to blow on them, and their fluff dispersed everywhere. Looking at these fleeting flowers, just like the transience of life, fragile and helpless, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness: just now I was chatting with Li Yubo, and now he's gone.

  In fact, life is fragile but also tenacious, just like this dandelion. Originally a spring plant, it is now approaching the hot summer season and still struggling to survive. It disperses its small umbels in all directions, which is actually for the purpose of nurturing its offspring and spreading life to more distant places.

  After all, what is the state of life? I once lamented that people in this world are busy living or busy dying. But since the end point of life is death, then what is the purpose of living?

  Yang Chao was here, with a melancholic and sentimental attitude, walking away with disdain. He wandered around nearby, didn't see any signs of carrying a corpse, and came back to ask Jiang Nan: "When did you go buy cigarettes?"

  Jiang Nan shrugged and said: "When I went out, I saw you taking clothes into the bathroom, you just didn't see me."

  Xin Xiao Xin nodded again beside him. Jiang Nan cast a grateful glance at him once more.

  I took a look at their subtle relationship and couldn't help but slightly raise the corner of my mouth.

  Yang Shuo called the five of us into the living room and said in a very brief tone that this matter was not to be spread, and teammates should not suspect each other. This incident must not disrupt the entire action plan.

  I think Yang Chao is a man of great initiative. What he said was right, this time we are not just exploring and searching for Xi Shi's tomb, but also competing with Chen Ziqi and those mysterious enemies, so this action is like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat, and stagnation is not allowed.

  Xin Xiaoxin and Jiang Nan were sent by Yang to clean Li Yubo's room. The two had unwilling faces, but under the team leader's pressure, they could only roll up their sleeves. As soon as Jiang Nan walked in, he was shocked by the scene before him, which was even more stimulating than when he went to buy cigarettes earlier. He let out a loud "wow" and vomited on the spot. Everyone frowned. I also wondered: this guy's resistance is so weak, how can he be an organizational agent?

  Walking towards his own room, he felt a gaze shot over from behind.

  I know whose gaze this is and what it's searching for.

  But he just turned his back on her gaze, waved his hand and said, "It's late! Go to bed early!"

  Entered the room, sat on the bed, but waiting for a knock at the door.

  "Knock, knock, knock..." Three light but crisp knocks on the door came, and I said softly, "The door isn't closed."

  The person who rushed in was Mingying.

  "Hey, here we go again?"

  Mingying came over, dressed very neatly and elegantly, her face as cold as ice and frost, standing there without saying a word.

  I saw that she didn't have a bit of humor, so I sat down on the bed with a leisurely air and said: "Miss Ming has come to visit in the middle of the night, what teachings do you have?"

  Mingying's face was tense, and she only said, "You're quite bold."

  I smiled and said, "I'm not afraid of trouble, if you're worried, why don't you lend me your electric gun and put it under my pillow?"

  "Less poor. Who killed Li Yu Bo?"

  "How am I supposed to know."

  "Don't you know? Why sleep with the door open? Aren't you afraid someone will take advantage of the night and attack?"

  I put my hands behind my head, adopting a lazy posture, and said: "Li Yubo's death was because he knew too much. Three times someone tried to kill him, wasn't it because of this? I don't know anything, what am I afraid of?"

  Mingying didn't buy it at all, took two steps forward and said softly: "Are you saying it was Xin Xiaoxin who did it?"

  I shifted my body slightly and made some space for her at the edge of the bed: "Suspicion needs to have a reason. You speak, I listen."

  Ming Ying sat on the edge of the bed, saying: "On the surface, Li Yu Bo's room is a sealed chamber. But as soon as a cry for help was made, Xin Xiao Xin appeared outside his door. The person who twisted the doorknob was also him. Only he knows whether the door was really locked from the inside."

  I nodded and said, "Continue."

  "If he killed Li Yu Bo, carried the body out, washed the blood off his hands, and then shouted loudly outside Li Yu Bo's door to attract attention, when we came out to look, he would pretend that the door couldn't be opened. This way, he could clear himself of suspicion."

  "That's reasonable. However, you don't have evidence now."

  "I'm just curious about this matter." Mingying's eyes stared at me without blinking.

  "What's wrong?"

  "Yang Chao let Xin Xiaoxin and Jiang Nan wipe away the blood, why didn't you stop them? Obviously..."

  "I interrupted her: 'I know what you want to say, but what's the use of stopping? Do you have Lysozyme? Do you have Lumigan?'"

  Mingying was taken aback and said: "What are these Lianfenamine and Lumini?"

  Here is the translation:

  "Okay, I have to explain again. Explaining is a thankless task. As I write this article, I, who loved explaining and was scolded by readers for it, have come to understand this truth. But back then, I was young and reckless, and didn't know why, but I especially liked seeing Mingying's puzzled expression, so I explained: "These two things are reagents used by forensic doctors to test bloodstains. Either one is extremely sensitive, able to detect even a tiny amount of blood, just one drop in a large vat of water can be detected. With them, Xin Xiaojin would have to use 84 disinfectant to wash off a layer of skin to cover up the bloodstain on his hand."

  Ming Ying continued my words, "I'm just wondering about this. If so, why didn't you stop Xin Xiao from wiping the blood on the ground? Now it's too late to test, and it can't be said clearly whether the blood on his hands was from killing someone or from wiping the blood!"

  My eyebrows also furrowed slightly.