Clown Game
Chapter 252 - 239: Simple, Yet Perfect Murder Case (Eleven)

Chapter 252: Chapter 239: Simple, Yet Perfect Murder Case (Eleven)

Luggage? That’s a rather amateur question.

Knowing her husband met with an accident, a wife who’s out of town would definitely rush back in a hurry. How could she even think about packing?

Anyone could have thought of this. Moreover, in this atmosphere, asking so directly seemed very abrupt. For a moment, Xiao Liu and Lao Xing both looked at Chen Xiao in puzzlement.

"Left it at the hotel..." the wife said faintly. It was obvious she was still immersed in the sorrow of losing a loved one and had no intention of paying attention to what question was asked. Even when she saw Chen Xiao’s face just now, she showed no superfluous emotion.

And Chen Xiao... huh... How could he care about worldly matters? It’s just that he had something on his mind right now. Otherwise, in front of a coffin he could breakdance, yell into a microphone in a funeral procession, use the flame from someone else’s ritual paper to light up big sparklers. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do.

Ahem... I digress...

At this moment, Chen Xiao was looking at the widow in front of him with great interest, grinning.

"Did you kill him?"

He asked.

Yes, just like that, without any warning, abrupt, dry, and completely out of the blue. As he asked, he stretched his neck and leaned in close to the wife... sniffing her. His appearance was indecently comical.

"What the...! What are you doing!" Xiao Liu was initially stunned, and upon seeing Chen Xiao’s action, he jolted forward, rushing over to drag Chen Xiao away by the collar.

"Sorry, uh... this person is sick in the head!" Seeing this, Lao Xing also immediately stepped forward to apologize. The situation was so awkward that he didn’t know how to handle it and could only helplessly start with an apology, "Someone... take him back!"

Lao Xing shouted towards the door...

Chen Xiao struggled, "I’m a suspect! I want to confess! You can’t treat me like this!" he shrieked wildly, writhing like an eel out of water. Of course, at this moment Lao Xing and Xiao Liu had already restrained him by the arms, and with his small stature, he could not break free.

Soon, the police officer who was just outside dashed into the room: "What’s the matter, Captain Xing!"

With a look from Lao Xing... "Take him back, give him some education!"

The officer nodded briskly, grabbed Chen Xiao, and started to lead him outside.

And Chen Xiao kept on rambling.

"I helped you... so you have to tell me!"

"Is this a murder?"

"You don’t use perfume!"

"Ow, stop hitting me, ow!"

He was crying out nonsensical things, unclearly directed at whom, like a patient with hysteria relapsing, his voice echoing in the corridor, getting fainter and fainter until it disappeared.

In the room... quiet descended at last. Lao Xing and Xiao Liu didn’t know what expression to adopt for a while, just nodding apologetically as a chill breeze blew across from the balcony behind them, entering through the small door and making a faint whooshing sound.

The wife stared blankly in the direction Chen Xiao was dragged away... her breathing seemed to quicken slightly.

...

...

The night passed quickly.

Without Chen Xiao, Lao Xing felt the efficiency of the investigation had vastly improved.

Indeed, there was nothing suspicious about this case, an accident, and a pure one at that. The testimony of the gatekeeper and the surveillance footage made it crystal clear that from start to finish, only the deceased was present, not even someone tossing a flowerpot from the high heights.

There wasn’t even a suspect to pinpoint.

As for the "investor’s fatal fall from a building" incident, everything proceeded incredibly smoothly. The extensive authority given by Chief Lou simplified all procedures to the extreme. The department manager of the company was brought over, and of course, he was dead drunk, not waking up even when he heard his boss had knelt down, and kept shouting that it was nothing, that another drink would fix it! Uh... Anyway, everyone at the dinner table could provide an alibi, so, he was left lying in the corridor of the detective team, with no one bothering with him anymore.

The investor, who lived in the suburbs, was also brought in. Although he had money and power, he was not above an official document. Since it was only about questioning his whereabouts that night, there was no need for him to hide or harbor anything, so the transcript was made very clear...

Besides that, the deceased’s neighbors, the community’s gatekeeper, and even the driver who took him from the airport to his home were all questioned overnight.

The surveillance footage was extended out to cover three street blocks from the community as the center, the deceased’s flight itinerary, plane tickets, audio recording during the meeting, and witnesses present at the scene were all investigated. The autopsy results came out before sunrise, leaving no room for doubt. The body was healthy, not some dramatic leap due to terminal illness like in a Korean drama, and there were no traces of drugs or substances used to kill or cloud someone’s consciousness. All methods of murder involving drugs or incapacitation were rejected.

Everything followed logically...

In a few more hours, this incident would reach the ears of everyone in every alley and street. Of course, at this level, the media would have a hard time creating any stories.

Sometimes the world can be that lazy; an accident seems just that, an accident. Whether it’s a successful person like the deceased or a beggar on the street, there’s no difference when an accident strikes.

If something is picked from an apple tree, looks like an apple, smells like an apple, tastes like an apple, and, after being chopped into little pieces, is scanned by some strange device, and, from skin to flesh to core, it is all apple... Then this thing should just be an apple!

The investor’s accidental fall is without a shadow of doubt.

Case closed!

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...

Darkness faded away, with just a hint of white etching across the horizon as the sun barely rose. Hazy and indistinguishable, the underhanded schemes still lounged lazily, in no hurry to hide.

Chen Xiao was kicked out of the detective team’s doors, his shirt even more wrinkled than the night before. Presumably, Old Xing’s men had fully grasped the meaning of the word "education"... He twisted his shoulders, cracking them with a sound that caused him pain and made him grimace, distorting his face into an even uglier expression.

Chen Xiao must have been angry, but the so-called plot of coming back to slap someone in the face after being bullied, while it may seem cool and satisfying, just passed by quickly. This book is not about gratification, but about answers.

So...

"Beep beep beep"

A few honks.

Chen Xiao looked toward the sound, spotting an ordinary sedan parked by the roadside.

The widow sat inside the driver’s seat, looking at Chen Xiao with an unmistakable weariness...

She had been waiting here since she finished her statement the night before, all through the night.

A woman who had just lost her family, just sat quietly in her car, waiting outside the doors of the detective team... Regardless of whom she was waiting for, or why she had to do this, it was certainly not ordinary, and rather awkward. But it didn’t matter, who was to say anything about it?

Chen Xiao looked at the woman in the car, smiling... It seemed like the discomfort accumulated throughout the night could be set aside for now...

He put on a very happy face, the kind he always wore when he encountered something interesting.

Yes, interesting things didn’t have to happen only during incomprehensible missions, nor did they have to involve sitting with a bunch of bastards plotting against each other.

It could be right under the sunlight, close by. It could be in the daily life of every couple, only we haven’t noticed.

(To be continued... On the occasion of my wedding, this story is dedicated to you and your Miss Guā. Please wish us happiness, thank you!