Room 1021, the room where Quan Changkong died. Strictly speaking, this should be room 1020, but because Meng Fei changed the house number, it became 1021.
Meng Fei looked out the window. I don’t know when it started, but the dark night outside has ended. Now the window is like a reading light used by doctors to read films. It is completely white and nothing can be seen clearly outside.
The sofa and floor were covered in blood and that black "venom". Professor Boulanger, Doruke, and Xiao Han carefully found a place to stand, fearing to damage the scene.
After a while, Maliki was brought over. He frowned and glanced around the room, then sneered and asked, "Director, I heard that you have something to do with me?"
Professor Boulanger did not answer, but he saw a tall young man facing the bright window, leaving only a black back, turning around and saying straight to the point in a very jerky gluttonous language:
"Mr. Maliki, the missing person living in this room was killed by you, right?"
"..."
It was not Ma Liji who was speechless, but the security director Doruke. Malij was a security guard, his man. If a murder occurred in the Nautilus Building, and the perpetrator turned out to be someone from the Security Department, this would definitely be the biggest failure in his career.
"Mr. Zhang, I want to remind you. According to my understanding, Ma Liji has been in the lobby on the first floor since six o'clock this afternoon. There are surveillance cameras to confirm it. How could he come to the tenth floor to kill someone?"
Meng Fei ignored Doruke's reminder and asked Maliji directly: "Is there something wrong with the surveillance camera in the lobby on the first floor? Around eight o'clock tonight, the surveillance camera in the lobby did not record anything."
Cameras are bound to cause problems whenever they need to be used. This is a strange but realistic law.
"There is indeed something wrong with the camera on the first floor. So I have submitted a bill to the maintenance department around seven o'clock tonight. But the maintenance department will only repair it during daytime working hours."
Maliki replied with an unembarrassed smile.
"Although there is no surveillance video in the lobby on the first floor, the cameras at the entrance, in the elevator, and in the corridors are all normal, which can prove that I never left the lobby on the first floor.
"Besides..."
He looked up and down the room again.
"There are cameras in the corridor outside, and there are tapes on the windows. Even if I leave the lobby on the first floor, how can I enter, kill people, and then leave again?"
Meng Fei shook his head repeatedly.
"No, you have not left the lobby on the first floor. And this is not a secret room."
After saying that, he walked to the corner near the window, squatted down, and pointed at the stained ground.
"Look, there are blood stains and black stains on the ground. They were left when Quan Changkong was killed on the sofa and then moved to the window."
"Looking at the traces, this is indeed the case."
Doruke came over and nodded. He had carefully looked at the traces of this room during his initial investigation.
"But all the stains stayed on the ground, and the walls and windows were clean. Isn't that strange? If the body was dragged out of the window, the traces couldn't have ended up on the floor, right?"
Doruke knelt on the ground and looked up carefully. During his previous investigation, he only paid attention to the areas with blood stains and stains, but did not pay attention to the clean areas.
"It's definitely a bit strange."
He scratched his greasy head again.
"But the tape sealed on the window has not been touched, and the body must not have been dragged out of the window. So it doesn't mean anything if there are blood stains, right?"
What he means is that if some supernatural force goes directly through walls and windows and takes people away and eats them, then what can we tell if we investigate these traces?
"No. I don't think the murderer has any extraordinary powers and can't walk through walls."
Meng Fei used his fingers to open the carpet under the wall, revealing a gray, self-leveling cement floor. There is an almost undetectable black gap between the floor and the wall.
"I guess every wall in this building can be dismantled. So the murderer demolished the wall before taking action, and then killed Quan Changkong.
"When Quan Changkong's body passed here, this
The front wall had been removed, along with the windows above it, so the blood and stains could not be stained. "
As soon as Meng Fei said these words, Doruke's fat face almost twisted into kneaded dough.
"How is this possible! Even if the walls of this building can be dismantled, how can it be done without using large machinery? Just by him?"
Doruke pointed at Mariji, who was tall but slightly hunched due to old age. He felt like this was getting more and more ridiculous.
Then he pointed to the ground and the sofa and said, "Even if this is true, what's going on with all the black venom sprayed everywhere? And how did this hole the size of a bowl come out?"
Meng Fei touched the black stains on the ground. The stuff had dried and hardened, like a patch of asphalt set on a carpet.
“I used to think that these black things, the ingredients of which even the laboratory could not analyze, were the venom of some kind of monster.
"Actually, it wasn't. The liquid hadn't completely dried when I came, and I smelled a somewhat familiar smell.
"Later I remembered that the smell was a bit like the carbon ink I used a long time ago for fountain pens."
Meng Fei said that it was a long time ago when he was very young in his previous life. When he gets a little older, pens will almost disappear and everyone will use disposable gel pens.
It’s similar in this world. About a few decades ago people used pens. But now the pen has become a rare collectible that resembles jewelry.
"Mariki, I remember you had a silver pen?"
When they met in the bathroom on the eleventh floor, Meng Fei had seen the silver pen he was playing with. As a security guard guarding the gate, you sometimes have to use a pen to register people who come in and out. He uses fountain pens as a personal hobby.
"hehe."
Maliji took out the pen from his pocket, spread it out in his palms, looked at the large stains on the ground and smiled:
"Do you think these large black things are caused by the ink in my pen?"
"That's right."
Meng Fei nodded.
"When you tore down the wall, Quan Changkong was still sleeping on the sofa. He was awakened by the noise you made and sat up.
"The sofa is too close to the inside and you can't move. In addition, time is tight, so you took out your pen from your pocket and stabbed him to death with one stroke.
"Then you took his body away through the gap exposed by tearing down the wall. You wanted to delay the discovery as much as possible. But you were too hasty and couldn't clean up the traces.
"The blood spurted from Quan Changkong's body mixed with the pen and ink and stained the entire room. Only the walls you removed were still clean after they were installed back.
"What I said is ridiculous, right?"
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623 Ridiculous Murderer
