"That's not all." Qin Mo walked to the door, turning back to look at Bo Jiu. "There aren't any surveillance cameras in the entire corridor, which means even if someone really followed her, there wouldn't be any traces left."
Bo Jiu had noticed this as well.
That was why it was so difficult to gather evidence.
"A woman's sixth sense isn't completely baseless." Qin Mo's voice was calm. "Compared to what the eyes can see, psychological actions are much faster."
As the crime scene, there would definitely be police officers around.
Even if the victim was no longer around, there would still be traces left behind.
Such a sensational case wouldn't be handled by an ordinary department, hence, it would be handed over to the crime squad.
The moment Bo Jiu entered, she saw Director Huang with a solemn expression.
"Did you find anything?"
Director Huang shook his head, his white-gloved hand moving the mouse.
Director Huang shook his head, his white-gloved hand moving the mouse. "I got someone to check, there wasn't anyone else recording her. It was indeed this laptop that recorded her actions and from the angle of the video, it was the same. We have completely ruled out the possibility of a homicide. As for the medication she took before her death, we have found the bottle. It was an ordinary sleeping pill but if taken in large quantities, it could be fatal. She didn't force herself to take the medication, so your judgment was wrong this time."
Director Huang sighed. "The possibility of suicide is 99%."
"Isn't there still 1%?" Qin Mo walked over, taking a closer look. He even picked up the teacup.
There were traces of coffee in the cup and beside it was a French pressure pot that was specially used for brewing coffee.
The room wasn't particularly clean but it had a certain ambiance.
There were two words written on the cup: All the best.
"This cup is custom-made." Bo Jiu was familiar with such things, turning her fingers. As expected, there were a few names engraved on the bottom of the cup. They were all single words.
"Mmh," Director Huang replied. "This cup is a gift from the readers, is there a problem?"
"No." Bo Jiu glanced up. "I just don't think someone loved by so many would choose to commit suicide."
Director Huang paused. "That's just a guess based on your feelings."
He didn't want to believe that a person would leave in such a manner.
"I need evidence." Director Huang had met the victim's mother, she had been holding onto his hand, saying, "Believe me, my daughter wouldn't commit suicide, I beg you, believe me."
Director Huang was used to such situations, he didn't know how to console the other party.
However, he had never seen such a mother who was so sure that her daughter did not commit suicide. Let him look for more clues.
Because of this, he had been hesitant, even leaving the scene as it was.
But … he couldn't find any evidence at all.
After the deceased came in that night, no one else came to this floor in the elevator.
There were no surveillance cameras in the corridor, and all the clues came from the neighbors.
However, the neighbor went to bed early. He was an office worker who worked from nine to five. He did not feel that anything was wrong.
"What about the neighbors?" Qin Mo placed the cup down.
Director Huang pointed to the room next door. "This is the second time he has to take a statement, he still has to work."
That person was indeed very busy. He raised his hand to look at his watch, and his mouth was a little dry. "I've told you everything I need to say. I really don't know anything, and I didn't hear anything. Everything was normal that day, and there were no suspicious people."
That was what Qin Mo and Bo Jiu heard when they walked over.
Qin Mo sat opposite the neighbor. "Other than that day, what about the rest of the time? Did you see anyone come looking for her? "
"Just three to four times," the neighbor recalled. "There was a woman with long curly hair who kept coming over recently. She was the one who opened the door, she should be her friend. But now that you mentioned it, I remember something. About two days ago, a tall and skinny man came out from her place. I have a feeling that he was a thief. It has been five to six days, and she even asked me if there was a burglar in the building. But I don't think it has anything to do with the case. Anyway, everything was normal that day, nothing happened."
Qin Mo's hand stilled. "I understand, thank you for your cooperation. You can go to work now."
The man heaved a sigh of relief, turning towards Qin Mo. "I hope you can solve the case soon. This person isn't bad, he would always greet me in the elevator when I leave. I always forget to bring my keys and would always trouble the neighbor to open the door for me. Now that he has left, honestly, my heart feels empty and afraid. If you have any questions, you can look for me. Just try to ask after work."
"Alright."
On the other side, Qin Mo closed his notebook.
On the other side, Bo Jiu had already called Sister Turtle. The first question she asked was, "Does she have a boyfriend?"
Sister Turtle didn't need to mention who she was. Her voice was still hoarse. "No, she rarely writes or goes on blind dates. She doesn't have many male friends and they are all in her hometown. I tried to persuade her to find a boyfriend so she wouldn't feel so bad."
"All of them are in her hometown? Did anyone come to Jiang City recently? "Bo Jiu asked carefully.
Sister Turtle wasn't stupid. "No, Spade, did you find something?"
"A little." Bo Jiu replied faintly, "It's not convenient for me to reveal but as her friend, I would like to know more about her daily interactions and what kind of person she is." Sister Turtle seemed to relax slightly.
Sister Turtle seemed to relax a little. "She has a lot of friends, but under normal circumstances, she would not talk about herself. After all, whatever she has encountered is related to her work. Not many people in real life know her pen name. This is probably a characteristic of us writers, where the internet and our lives are separated. It's just that this time's injustice was too much of a blow to her. She has thought about stopping writing like me. To be honest, everyone has a time when they can't hold on anymore, but I don't believe that she would commit suicide. You know, Spade, she said that she always believed that justice may be late, but it will never be absent."
Bo Jiu froze.
"As for what kind of person she is." Sister Turtle's gaze wavered. "Take a look at her writings."
When Bo Jiu heard this, she glanced over. The Almighty was already seated in front of the computer, his right hand moving the mouse.
He was reading a story, a Word document left behind by the computer owner.
After Bo Jiu hung up, she walked over.
The Word document was automatically saved.
Since the laptop hadn't been closed, the cursor hovered at the position.
It was the position where she had typed her last words.
"It feels like I'm living in hell, perhaps a place scarier than hell.
"I feel like I'm living in hell, or maybe it's a place scarier than hell, but the miracle is that the flowers that bloom in hell are more tenacious. I'm glad that I met you guys, glad that I'm able to write what I want to write under your company. Many people think that this is a war, but it's not. I'm just making the weakest voice I can after encountering injustice. I hope that my voice can influence some people. I hope that they won't become beasts and thieves, so that the original creators will be disappointed. I hope that after they graduate, when they encounter injustice, they will be able to speak out bravely instead of keeping it in their hearts. I hope that they know that no matter how lonely and afraid they are now, there will always be a group of people who will pass through the surging crowd to give them a hug. You're not alone, there's still justice. Human nature can't be understood, but I'll be with you guys, just like you guys used to accompany me …"
Bo Jiu didn't understand this industry but she had the basic ability to read and understand.
"A person who can write these words wouldn't commit suicide. The most important thing is the last sentence … I will be by your side." Bo Jiu turned away from Qin Mo, her fingers tapping the screen. "This sentence means to continue."
Qin Mo glanced at the youngster's sharp chin, which was very close to him. "Smart, but this can't be used as evidence."
Director Huang nodded.
Bo Jiu clenched her fists tightly.
Qin Mo caressed her head. "But no one would have the mood to drink coffee before committing suicide. Besides, we can confirm that our previous guess is correct, someone is approaching her …"
Before Qin Mo could finish his sentence, a round of applause came from the other side.
"It seems like I came at the wrong time." It was Smith. He was still dressed in a well-ironed suit with a British style, making him look like a famous detective. "After hearing Young Master Qin's shocking words, I understand why you would think that someone is approaching her. It must be because of the witness's testimony regarding the burglar. The burglar did exist and entered her room, perhaps even stealing her things. But this has nothing to do with her suicide. There weren't any traces at the crime scene, be it fingerprints or other traces. The cause of her death was the sleeping pills she had consumed. If we were to forcefully consider it as a homicide, the person who caused her pain would escape punishment. However, China doesn't seem to have a specific law in this aspect. Now that the culprit has been bailed out and isn't affected, this case should end here."
Director Huang was about to say something when Smith spoke again.
There was a piece of paper in his hand. "The higher-ups have given orders for me to be in charge of this case. Hence, we have to invite the external staff to head out. It's better to end our speculations here."
With that, Smith gestured for Qin Mo to leave.
With Director Huang's temper, he couldn't take it anymore.
Qin Mo's expression was nonchalant.
Bo Jiu arched a brow. With the Almighty in this state, the other party would only be in trouble.
She hadn't expected to meet the Almighty's gaze.
Smith must have treated the Almighty as a formidable opponent, which was why he had gotten so close to him. He was trying to create a tit for tat.
But he hadn't noticed the Almighty's gaze.
To a certain extent, they had a telepathic connection.
After sensing the Almighty's gaze, Bo Jiu brushed past him, an item appearing in her left hand. She stuffed her left hand into her pocket as though nothing had happened.
Director Huang stilled. He knew what the youngster had taken. It was the medicine box in his palm.
But it was obvious who had given the youngster the medicine box.
What were they trying to do with the evidence?
Director Huang couldn't figure it out, but he didn't say it out loud.
One day.
Give the two of them another day's time.
If the verdict was still a suicide after one day, then the parents of the deceased would be allowed to go home.
Director Huang wasn't able to face the mother even though he was an adult.
As an experienced detective, he knew there was something wrong with the case. But without evidence, he couldn't speak carelessly.
Everything had to be based on evidence.
He hoped to be able to provide evidence for the two of them.
Smith was still basking in his superiority in front of Qin Mo, oblivious to her actions. He smiled. "Young Master Qin, it's best to hand over your temporary identification. Coming to the crime scene without informing me is putting us at a disadvantage."
The moment he said that, the rest of the crime squad turned over. What was he trying to do? Was he trying to make Young Master Qin a mere figurehead?
Director Huang's face darkened, turning ugly.
"Since I'm in charge, I can't be careless. Young Master Qin, I'm sorry."
This time, Qin Mo didn't bother looking at him.
Swoosh!
Something seemed to have brushed past his face, stabbing into the wooden table behind him.
It pierced into the wood.
He couldn't help trembling.
Qin Mo wasn't affected, bringing the youngster out of the apartment.
Director Huang gritted his teeth in anger. Was Smith here to harm him? It hadn't been easy for him to become a member of the crime squad.
He had only handed over a temporary identification because he didn't want to.
Now that he had thrown the identification back, it would be hard to get it back!
Smith, if he wasn't stupid, then there was something wrong with him!
Director Huang's eyes dimmed. Could it be him?
The spy who had been discovered when Qin Mo had approached the drug dealer?
He couldn't be sure, hence, he had to observe.
Smith didn't seem to be acting strangely.
At this moment, Bo Jiu and Qin Mo got into the car.
Bo Jiu opened her palm. It was a bottle of medicine, evidence from the crime scene.
"You suspect there's something wrong with the medicine?" Bo Jiu asked Qin Mo.
Qin Mo pressed his fingers on her wound. When she wasn't hurting anymore, he replied, "It's fine, it seems like it's healed. What a shocking recovery speed."
Bo Jiu muttered softly, "As the overbearing sugar daddy, how can he be defeated by such a small injury?"
"What did you say?" Qin Mo arched a brow.
Bo Jiu cleared her throat, smiling devilishly. "Nothing." The Almighty's ears were really sharp.
"Is that so?" Qin Mo asked slowly. "Why did I hear the words sugar daddy?"
Bo Jiu replied seriously, "You heard wrongly."
Qin Mo glanced at her nonchalantly, especially when she looked so serious. He wanted to pinch her.
Qin Mo reached out to pinch her face, lowering the bait. "Do you want to hear my analysis?"
"Of course." Bo Jiu knew the Almighty must have found something.
Qin Mo retracted his hand, his face noble. "Then let's be honest."
Bo Jiu asked, "Am I being dishonest?"
The Almighty replied, "You haven't taken the bath you promised."
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