0003 Prologue: It’s Impossible for My Ability to Be So Lacked (Section 3)
You know, the location of St. Matar Academy is not a war-torn area. Even if it is said to be one of the safest places in the world, it is not an exaggeration.
Although it is true that Zhen Cheng has had bad luck since she was a child, just like her family has for generations. But her experiences in the past few days are obviously not something that can be explained by "unlucky".
This is the arrival of the God of Death. There is a force in the whole world that wants to kill me...
Although she had just been involved in a supernatural incident before this, this series of fatal disasters all started exactly the day after the white-haired children branded themselves with this strange rune on their foreheads.
If she had reached this point and still not realized that the problem lay with the obviously abnormal transfer student in the class, she would not have become a famous detective trusted by the police.
Looking at the podium again, the teacher swept the rows of books on the floor as if possessed by a demon, pulled out the desk drawer and threw it away, used scissors to cut the sofa and the pillows on it into fine pieces, and finally picked up a book.
Use a fire ax to chop the entire desk into pieces.
Then, he contentedly found a few piles of tattered "paper money" from the fragments of the desk and threw them out of the set. He wiped off the fingerprints on the ax handle and threw it to the wall. Finally, he sat on the ground and deliberately removed the scattered books on the ground.
He picked up some fragments and threw them on himself, then lay down, took out a model pistol with a silencer and put it against his head.
"The scene was a secret room with electronic locks on the doors and windows. The police could not find the origin of the pistol, but there was only the deceased's own fingerprints on it. There were no traces of the second person anywhere in the room," the teacher said like
The corpse was lying on the ground, but the voice was still clearly transmitted to each student's ears through the microphone on the collar:
"Do you think this was homicide or suicide?"
Such a big fight attracted the attention of even the poor students in the back row who were addicted to soap operas. The only girl sitting in the front row looked back provocatively in Zhen Cheng's direction, raised her hand and said:
"At first instinct, I thought this was a suicide disguised as homicide. The deceased was desperate and his motive was to leave a high insurance money for his family to pay off his debts.
He carefully disguised the study as the scene of a burglary and theft. After all, it is normal for a luxury house like this to be missed by thieves after losing the financial resources to hire security guards. And because the imaginary robbers could not find a satisfactory harvest, they took away the scene.
It is understandable that he would kill the owner of the house to vent his anger after not having much cash.
But he didn’t want to be self-defeating. Because of his obsessive-compulsive disorder, he tried to arrange everything perfectly and set up doubts to arouse the suspicion of the police. In the end, the secret room designed to induce the police to misjudgment turned out to be evidence that it was impossible to commit suicide. After all, a robber who only steals and kills for money has no reason to control the reverse direction.
Isn’t it the technology that controls electronic locks?”
After saying that, the girl raised her lips proudly and glanced at Zhen Cheng, whom she regarded as her rival in the class. In the criminal investigation class, this truly top student was always overshadowed by the reputation of the "genius detective".
Well, it's just fame. If Zhen Cheng wasn't so pushy, how could everyone assume that she was better at solving cases than she was? You must know that she is not the kind of playboy who comes from a noble family, she is Saint Matar
There are very few top students in the academy who have passed the exam on their own merit!
"It's good. The police also came to the same conclusion, and it took you dozens of times more time. But is that really the case? Let's listen to classmate Zhen Cheng's opinion." The teacher got up from the ground and smiled at him.
Zhen Cheng blinked.
Zhen Cheng sighed, stood up listlessly, pointed at the furniture on the podium that was mostly undamaged and said:
"Is it possible for a general burglar to cut the pillows and sofas into strips of cloth and leather, and split the wooden furniture into pieces? If the victim is really not smart enough to do this in order to fake the crime scene, and
Why did it stop abruptly halfway through?
As this classmate said, through the interior layout and the reason for the bankruptcy, it can indeed be seen that the owner of the house is a person with some perfectionism and obsessive-compulsive disorder just like our teacher. So... a deceased person like this will decorate the site before completing it
Isn’t it a hard thing to imagine that you should take your own life?”
"So you deny the possibility of suicide and homicide at the same time? You wouldn't describe this case as an accident just to sensationalize, right?" The girl who raised her hand to speak showed disdain, and then turned to the teacher:
"I'm sorry, I just don't like Zhen Cheng's tone of speaking about his conjectures as facts before they are confirmed. Being too confident about the matter rather than the person is tantamount to a loose academic attitude."
The teacher on the stage always had a smile on his lips, nodded to the girl who spoke: "A cautious and empirical attitude is the most important quality for criminal investigation. But what classmate Zhen Cheng said is indeed the truth, because...this
The unsolved cases were solved by her."
It is true that a teacher who can become popular on the Internet naturally has his own unique appeal, but when it comes to the cases he solves, Zhen Cheng can't arouse any interest in it. Facing the teacher's smiling eyes, he exchanges shy and angry expressions with the girl next to him.
Seemingly, Zhen Cheng had no choice but to continue explaining:
"The deceased has no reason to do superfluous things, and ordinary robbers have no reason to risk damaging their target's money to carry out such detailed destruction like the teacher just showed...
So the truth is very simple. This was a homicide disguised as suicide. The murderer came for something other than money, something that could not be destroyed even if it was hit by an axe, and could be hidden inside the sofa or in the mezzanine of the desk.
thing.
When the room was halfway destroyed, the murderer found what she wanted, so she used her extremely professional methods to deal with the unnecessary traces, and used the technology to control the electronic lock to disguise it as "suicide but also wanted to be mistaken for homicide."
As for what the murderer really wanted to find, I started with the deceased’s hobbies..."
"Okay..." The teacher on the stage smiled unabated, and promptly stopped Zhen Cheng from revealing more details that the students "shouldn't know."
In fact, the teacher didn't know what was special about the stolen antique, but when he learned about the case, he was specifically warned that it was top secret. And whether it was the teacher at this time or Zhen Cheng who solved the case, at this time
No one could imagine the important role that thing would play in subsequent events.
But it seemed that someone didn't want this "insignificant" secret to be revealed. Zhen Cheng only heard the female classmate beside him who had just been slapped in the face stand up and say: "Teacher, I want to know what the murderer really wants to find. You know
Where is it now? Is it being detained at the Metropolitan Police Headquarters?"
Zhen Cheng didn't even raise his head, and smiled bitterly to himself. This classmate is good at everything, but he likes to get into trouble. Especially when it involves himself, who is regarded as a competitor, he can't grasp the importance at all... Wait!