The famous detective in the comic world

Chapter 279 Anti-lock
found it……

He Nan flicked on the flashlight, dazzled his eyes with the magnifying glass, and finally found a place that was more severely worn than other groove marks.

"Come and see here." He Nan stopped the magnifying glass where it was, turned his head, and beckoned them to come over.

Shirley and Tom both took a closer look at the scuff, the former immediately understanding what it meant, while Tom was still at a loss.

"What does that mean?" Tom asked in bewilderment.

"It can explain a lot of problems. For example, it can be confirmed that your wife was murdered. The corpse was put on the record player later." He Nan took the open mirror and recorded these contents in his notes and said: "The problem is Where the stylus gets stuck. At seven o'clock on the outermost circle."

"What... can this explain?"

"It means that the wound on the right side of the deceased's neck is so severe that it is impossible to be cut like this by the force of the stylus moving to the seven o'clock direction." He Nan said, pointing to the phonograph: "Think about it carefully. Since it is going to commit suicide, the piano wire must be tighter. It is impossible for the phonograph needle to move clockwise from the outer circle and shrink continuously while carrying the neck of the deceased.”

"So that's how it is..." Tom stayed for a while, and then asked eagerly: "Then, if someone killed her—how should the room be faked to be locked? The key has always been with her!"

"I'm going to find a way now, but I guess it's very simple." He Nan turned his head to look at the window, and secretly ruled it out in his heart: there is no window sill, and it is unrealistic to rely on it to climb to the roof.What's more, once you go out, whether you go to the roof or the ground, you will be covered with snow, muddy water, etc. after going out, which is even more impossible.

Then, it is only possible to tamper with the door.

He Nan approached the bedroom door and looked around.

Is there enough gap at the bottom of the door... He Nan looked down: no.

Are there movable windows on the doors?

……nor.

So, is there a hole around it...?
He Nan observed carefully, but couldn't find it either.

I searched the room for a while, but couldn't find it.

"Was the window open at that time?" He Nan pointed to the window: "It counts as a gap, and it can also be used as a trap."

"No, it's all locked up," he replied hastily.

"Are you sure there is only one key?" He Nan frowned, and asked Tom again: "Is there no spare? You don't have any?"

"No!" Tom shook his head again and again: "There is really only one!"

"Then have your keys ever been lost? In this way, the murderer will have a chance to make a copy."

"No... I haven't lost it either."

"Where was the key originally placed? In the villa? Judging from the situation in the boiler room, if it was originally here, the murderer could have climbed in and made a copy in advance."

"This... the key was originally in our house?"

"Then I can't consider the situation of your home being stolen, because if I think so, I can't deduce it reasonably." He Nan frowned: "Okay, I have one last deduction, but you need to cooperate with the memory Just a moment—I know it hurts you to recall something so horrific, but we couldn't solve this puzzle without your help."

"...I know." He took a deep breath: "Ask."

"Well—you didn't have video when the body was found, did you?"

"of course not……"

"Then do you remember what those three people did?"

"...Only probably."

"Tell me." He Nan reminded him: "It's very important...especially their body movements."

"I... I remember, it was all of us banging on the door—"

"—To be more specific, who are they?" He Nan asked: "It's impossible for four people to hit this door at the same time, right? It's so big. Only one or two people must have hit it. Who are they?"

"Uh...that's me and Lorenzo—of course, it's my wife inside! Lorenzo is a man again, so he's stronger..."

"Understood, continue."

"After that, the four of us rushed into the house and saw the tragic state of the corpse..."

"and then?"

"Of, then... My brain buzzed, and my eyes went black... I almost fell to the ground. It was Maggie who helped me over. Lorenzo and Miriam rushed over to check the condition of the corpse..."

"Okay, let's talk about it in detail here."

"It's just... They checked the injury and found that it was hopeless, then Lorenzo covered his head and walked away, called the police for me... Miriam hugged her and cried."

"...How did you hug? Demonstrate."

"This—I can't describe it!"

"In this way, treat me as the dead person at that time." He Nan sat on the chair where the corpse was at that time, and turned to look at Tom: "Come on, give me a pose. At that time, the head, the body... What are the postures?"

"That's it... that's it." Tom hurried forward to help him restore the lying posture of the deceased: "Yes, it's perfect this time."

"Then?"

"And that's it." Tom demonstrated again.

"Hand movements are also added." Although he was a little disgusted by a big man doing this, he still had to restore it himself in order to solve the case.

Otherwise, you can't let Shirley be hugged by him, right?

Na He Nan was worried that he could not control himself and would create a second murder on the spot.

"I don't remember such details..."

"Almost."

"She didn't move her hands too much, did she? It was just moving up and down on her body... just to hold her tighter."

"Yes, but do you remember what clothes the deceased wore that day, and where was the pocket?" He Nan frowned, and asked, "Does the deceased have a key? Where is the key on the deceased? Is it in your pocket?" Those areas that were just touched?"

"Uh... almost." When he said this, Tom was stunned for a moment, let go of He Nan, and fell into memory: "You said that...the key is indeed in the pocket of Beth's coat...she usually doesn't put the key In that kind of place, because it will scratch the clothes..."

"You see? This is the last inference I mentioned." He Nan stood up and looked at Tom seriously: "The murderer locked it with a key. After entering the scene of the crime, he will use the name of the person who hugged the dead. Sneaking the key back into the dead body creates the illusion that the thing never left the owner's body."

"It turned out to be like this..." Tom stayed for a while, and then quickly asked again: "Then, are there any fingerprints of the murderer on the key?"

"Maybe. The police probably didn't check the fingerprints when they saw the key. After all, it's quite troublesome." He Nan shook his head, and then claimed: "But maybe not. For example, the murderer secretly wrapped it in a tissue and stuffed it in." And so on. There's no point in worrying about it now."

(End of this chapter)