Leon looked at the table lamp on the ground: "In other words, this Mr. Stephen has decorated his study room as a ritual scene?"
"It seems so." Wei Yin nodded, "What did you find about what you were going to say just now?"
"Bullet marks." Liang gestured to the foot of the wall, "There are three places there."
"Hmm...it doesn't look like there are any guns around."
"The traces are very new. They should have been left in the past few days. It's interesting to be in this location. Even if Mr. Stephen is free to shoot targets in the study, he wouldn't shoot into the corner."
Leon picked up the photo in his hand: "From the photo, Mr. Stephen should have fallen facing this place. Assuming that he was the shooter, maybe the murderer who killed him was at this location, so he
Only then would he shoot into the corner..."
As he said this, Liang paused and felt a little strange.
Why is the murderer in this position? If he wants to kill Stephen, there is no need to walk here before taking action. Putting himself in the corner is undoubtedly a very disadvantageous position, and he cannot even dodge. If the murderer came in from the study door, there is no need to walk to the corner.
Bypass the desk lamp and go around half of the room. If the murderer comes in through the window, there is no need to go to the corner.
Unless the murderer was in the room originally?
"Boy, the autopsy report is out, do you want to take a look at it?"
Grayson shouted loudly downstairs. It seemed that he paid great attention to Wein's instructions and refused to enter the villa even though he said he was not allowed to enter.
"I'll go get the report, you stay here."
Wein left the study. Leon went to the window and saw that the police officers downstairs were doing nothing. Some were pacing in place, some were chatting, and the investigator who was criticized by Wein was standing in front of the window.
Smoking depressedly under the tree.
Wait, on this window...
Liang squinted closely and saw a small white dot on the window. At first glance, he thought it was dirt, but upon closer inspection, he found that it was a small pit outside the window where the glass had been smashed.
And there is more than one small hole.
Are there any naughty kids outside throwing rocks at Stephen’s window?
A few minutes later, Wein returned to the study: "The fresh and hot autopsy report, let's take a look."
"Can you not use fresh hot pepper? I also bought spicy pineapple bread."
Wein threw the report on the table, and Leon looked at it. Many professional terms were difficult to understand.
"can't read."
"illiteracy?"
"..." Liang rolled his eyes, "The original owner of my body obviously has a low social status. He is a poor man. It would be good if he can read. Do you expect him to know so many medical terms?"
"That's right, I'll translate it for you." Wei Yin picked up the report and flicked it, "The general meaning is that it was determined that the deceased's death time was at midnight two days ago, and he died from external force that directly destroyed his heart.
It’s like opening your heart and having fun.”
"Can you please stop telling hell jokes?"
"Yes, but this wound is quite unique. Let me demonstrate it to you." Wein rolled the paper of the autopsy report into a long tube, then grabbed the upper and lower corners and continued to rotate, making the paper thinner and thinner.
"Imagine this is a lethal weapon, it pierces the chest of the deceased with a snap..."
Liang was ashamed: "Piercing into the chest is not just a slap, is it?"
"It makes sense. Anyway, I stabbed it and felt a deep chill in my heart, and then..." Wein gradually relaxed his hand, and the paper roll immediately expanded and stretched.
"The murder weapon unfolded inside the body of the deceased, tearing the body of the deceased from the inside and creating a horrific hole."
"Hiss...it hurts to hear it."
"Then you have to ask Mr. Stephen how he feels." Wein put down the autopsy report. "The problem is that although I used paper to demonstrate, ordinary paper cannot pierce a person's chest, let alone stretch it.
The flesh and blood were torn apart forcefully."
Leon guessed: "...It's a mechanical creation? A rare weapon?"
"I don't think anyone would design such a useless weapon, unless the original intention of the thing was to stab others..."
"Stop, stop, stop, I know what you're going to say, shut up."
"...Well, the murderer definitely wanted to torture Stephen by using this weapon, which is more of a punishment than a practical weapon. This conflicts with the situation where Stephen died from a fatal blow."
Wein touched his chin: "However, there is another possibility."
"What?"
"What if the murderer is not a human, but a monster, or a person transformed into a monster? Imagine if the person who kills is something like a tentacle, it can be done, right?"
Liang thought for a while, and his tentacles contracted, pierced, and stretched...
It does seem to be much more fluent.
"In other words, the murderer is a tentacle monster?"
"This is just a simple speculation, and no conclusion can be drawn yet." Wein frowned, "I think we can act out the scene at that time."
"ha?"
"Close the curtains, turn on the lamps - and close the door."
When everything was ready, Wein nodded: "Very good, that's it. Now you play poor Mr. Stephen and think about where in this room you are most comfortable."
Leon wanted to answer, "Isn't it just over the chair?", but after looking at the layout, he rejected this speculation.
There is a lamp under the desk. If you sit there, you have to pull the chair away, but then you will hit another lamp.
Looking around, Liang walked to the middle position: "This is the only place where you don't have to look forward and backward, worrying about kicking the desk lamp."
"Yes, this is also the core of the magic circle. It is a reasonable and comfortable place where the ceremony leader should stay." Wein walked to the window, "However, Stephen's body is not close to this position. It has to be at least three steps forward.
Five steps.”
"In other words, something attracted Stephen and made him leave that comfortable position and go to..."
Liang's eyes lit up: "Window!"
"Oh, how come you can see it?"
"There are traces of stones on the window. If we assume that these traces are related to the case, it may be that someone smashed the window with stones, attracting Stephen."
"Yes, I noticed this." Wein nodded, "People who live in the Sword District pay great attention to dignity. If there are such obvious flaws on the windows, they must be replaced in time."
This...Leon doesn't quite agree with this. After all, this guy Wei Yin doesn't care about dignity at all.
"What a rude look. What are you thinking about?"
"Ahem, it's nothing, let's continue." Liang looked away and walked to the window.
"If you want to see what's going on outside the window, you have to open the curtains first."
According to Wein's description, Leon walked to the window, grabbed the curtain, and pulled it sharply.
Nothing happened, it was natural.
"Then what?" Leon let go, "It doesn't feel like there's anything special about it."
"Really? Do you really think so? Do you really believe that?"
"...If you have something to say, just say it."
Wein raised his eyebrows with a smile: "Brains are daily necessities, not luxuries. There is no need to use them with such trepidation. Think about what I said before, think about it carefully... Why did Stephen decorate the study like this?"
It was arranged like this, obviously for the so-called "Land of Light" ceremony... Then Wein seemed to be pretending to read a paragraph... "Twelve lights are bright"... "There is no room for shadows here"...
shadow!
Stephen is guarding against the... shadow in the room?
Leon reacted instantly and pulled the curtain again, but at this moment his attention was no longer on the curtain itself or the window, but on the corner with three bullet marks.
As the curtains moved, a shadow fell on the wall. When the curtains fell, the shadow also retreated.
"When Stephen pulled the curtains, did he create a shadow?"
"Yes, true knowledge comes from practice." Wein walked to the edge of the bullet mark, "Guess what happened after that."
"..." Liang hesitated, "It can't be something coming out of the shadow, right?"
"That's most likely, isn't it?"
Indeed, if something appeared in that brief shadow, then the reason why Stephen shot at this corner was also found.
But what would come out of the corner? Leon swallowed. The one who could scare Stephen into shooting would obviously not be a rat.