Live From the Murder Scene - Chapter 22

Chapter 22: Login

　　What was written on this flyer was a dungeon that Sanyao rushed out some time ago in response to official requests.

    The advertisement was very popular, and Sanyao even offered a reward of one million yuan. It was planned to start the challenge test on August 6th, which was tomorrow.

    Compared with the reward income that can be obtained by successfully unlocking the full dungeon of [Crime Analysis], the million-dollar reward was actually not much, but it represented Sanyao’s attention to this dungeon, and with the attention of countless media, it was a rare opportunity.

    Currently, hundreds of players have signed up to participate.

    "I mean, you don't have permission." He Jueyun only looked at a corner of the folded leaflet, without opening it, and pressed it on the table and pushed it back, "This is a dungeon for veteran players. And you have just passed the newcomer level.”

    Qiong Cang took a tissue and wiped her mouth, and said matter-of-factly: "So, didn't I come here to have a meal with you?"

    He Jueyun choked with blood in his heart, slapped the table hard and said: "This is what I paid for! I paid for it! Is this your sincerity in asking me to have a meal?!"

    The people eating around heard the sound and looked over. When they saw the combination of the two, their faces flashed with unspeakable expressions.

    As an adult, you're just treating a girl to a bowl of noodles, do you still have to get red-faced and be so angry?

    Only more than ten yuan, you couldn’t even treat a beautiful woman to a meal.

    Poverty is really terrible.

    He Jueyun felt something was wrong and coughed awkwardly to clear his throat.

    Qiong Cang sighed as if adding fuel to the fire: "Alas..."

    He Jueyun's body had goosebumps layer by layer.

    Qiong Cang slowly took out the payment card from her pocket. He Jueyun couldn't bear it anymore and quickly stopped her hand and said: "That's enough, that's enough!"

    Since it was lunch time, there was a lot of traffic in the store, so it was not a good place to talk. He Jueyun looked around and said despite the embarrassment, "Come out with me first."

    Qiong Cang took the dungeon flyer on the table and followed him to the parking lot.

    The lights inside the car were dim and the air was cool.

    He Jueyun turned on the lights on the roof of the car and said: "I believe your ability is better than that of most players. In terms of strength alone, you are indeed qualified to participate in this dungeon. It is not a good reason to use experience to prevaricate you. However, you should also know the relationship between this case and Fan Huai."

    "Certainly."

    Qiong Cang lowered his head, opened the leaflet, folded it diagonally, and said in a slow voice like a stream: "After Fan Huai was released from prison, in less than three months, all the five witnesses who accused him that year were die."

    "The economic conditions and living backgrounds of these five people are different. Apart from the murder charge, there is no obvious intersection between them. During the ten years that Fan Huai was in prison, some of them had never met. They maintained a sufficient social distance."

    "Because the time was too long and the relationship was too complicated, when the first three people died one after another, the police were not aware of their connection with Fan Huai. However, the media reported Fan Huai's past first and pointed out the connection between the dead, which put the police in a passive position and made them suffer a lot of criticism."

    He Jueyun: "Yes."

    Qiong Cang continued, "However, Fan Huai was closely monitored by the police afterwards and had no chance to commit crimes again, but the fourth and fifth victims still appeared. The police also confirmed in the subsequent investigation that the murderer of the fourth case was not Fan Huai, but a copycat who had seen the news."

    He Jueyun continued, "The media and the public suspect that the police are trying to excuse their own incompetence, and even doubt the credibility of the results. Therefore, the authorities have teamed up with Sanyao to create this analysis dungeon, and invite all major players to participate in the investigation to stabilize public sentiment."

    Qiong Cang chuckled and said: "After all, human beings' cleverness is almost engraved in their genes. They only believe in what they discover."

    Qiong Cang raised the folded paper crane in her hand and placed it in the groove in the middle. The blue and white paper looked very cute.

    Qiong Cang looked at him and said, "So I'm very interested in this."

    He Jueyun observed every subtle expression on her face, trying to distinguish the true from the false. He asked, "Do you feel that your student is innocent?"

    Qiong Cang smiled and said: "I only believe in evidence and facts. Other than that, feelings have no meaning."

    He Jueyun: "What kind of person is Fan Huai?"

    "He was already in prison when I met him. He was monitored by the police after he was released from prison. Do you think I know him better than you do?" Qiong Cang lowered her eyes, and her tone was a little vague, "And I also want to know what his world is like."

    He Jueyun really couldn't tell the clues from her face, so he thought for a moment and said, "I can help pass your application, but you have to answer me a question first."

    Qiong Cang simply said: "Say it."

    He Jueyun: "What did Fan Huai say in the 32 seconds he called you before he successfully escaped?"

    Qiong Cang's lips curved into a very shallow smile, and then said: "Actually, I have told the police, but they don't believe it."

    He Jueyun asked again: "What did he say?"

    Qiong Cang opened her mouth slightly: "He told me, 'Laoshi, I don't think the world will be better. At least, my world won't be better.'. I don't know how to answer him."

    He Jueyun said suspiciously: "32 seconds?"

    "Yeah." Qiong Cang said, "plus a little silence as embellishment."

    He Jueyun didn't quite believe it.

    After saying this, it only took about ten seconds to hold on to death. In the critical process of escaping from pursuit, Fan Huai took the most critical time to call her, just to say this?

    "The two of us actually don't have that much to communicate. In other words, for smart people, sometimes silence can tell a lot of things." Qiong Cang said, "At that time, the police had not issued a wanted notice for him, and the pursuit had not yet officially begun, and the media had not reported it yet. 32 seconds is not enough for him to finish telling who he killed, what he did, where he was, and what kind of danger he faced. At the same time, he asked me for help, and I could not give him clear instructions in 32 seconds. No matter how smart a smart person is, they are not God."

    He Jueyun said in his heart that you are more powerful than God. He didn’t believe in God, but he always tended to believe in this person.

    Qiong Cang added: "Maybe he just wants to find someone to say a word to."

    He Jueyun said in his heart, incredible.

    Qiong Cang said patiently: "Is there anything else you want to ask?"

    He Jueyun glanced at her, opened the small compartment in front of him, pulled out an invitation card from it, handed it over and said: "Tomorrow at 8:30 in the morning, it will be the same room as before."

    Qiong Cang: "Thank you."

    ·

    August 6, 8:30 in the morning.

    The weather was gray that day, with a huge dark cloud covering the sky, but there was no sign of rain.

    Many players who also came to participate in the competition gathered at the Sanyao headquarters, and rows of reporters gathered in front of the huge screen that occupied the front wall of the hall.

    When Qiong Cang appeared, several cameras were focused on her, but because she was not a well-known player on Sanyao, those people moved their cameras away.

    The game will officially start at 9 o'clock. After Qiong Cang entered the machine in advance for a capability test, He Jueyun also appeared.

    He walked to the office, tapped a young man's desk with his fingers, and ordered: "Assign me an identity that is close to Qiong Cang. It is best that she can't get rid of me."

    Hearing this, the young man raised his head from the computer desk, thought about it carefully, stood up, saluted him solemnly, and said, "Don't worry, boss! I promise to complete the task!"

    Seeing his posture, He Jueyun had a vague bad feeling, but he didn't have time to think too much. He turned around and entered the simulation cabin, preparing to log in.

    If he was late again, he really felt that Qiong Cang would destroy him first.

    ·

    9 o'clock sharp.

    Qiong Cang logged into the copy where he was on time. A familiar font appeared before her eyes.
Welcome to the real-life simulation live game [Criminal Scene Analysis] (Million-Dollar Bounty Event). You are assigned the role of [the deceased]. The memory related to the case has been blocked. Please follow the character's prompts and try to escape the death ending, or assist the [murderer] and the [murderer hunter] to complete the scene restoration.

    Identity: Wu Ming (pseudonym)

    Gender: Male

    Cause of death: Murder (filed)

    Player Rating: 93 (You are better than 99% of players in the country.)

    Compatibility with the character: 42% (If we had to find some similarities, it would probably be that you are both yellow people.)

    Death progress: There are still 4 days until the [Murder Night] instance opens.

    [Note] Your life has been threatened. Please actively explore the plot, find relevant clues, and open the [Murder Night] instance.

    【Click here to view instance details】

    As expected, all the information about the case in Qiong Cang's mind was concealed. She pressed her temples to shake herself out of the discomfort.

    The presentation of the case was as simple as ever.

    Wu Ming was the boss of an online operating company and started out as a new media content developer. The company had signed more than a dozen well-known Internet celebrities, including professional players of [Crime Analysis].

    He was young and promising. He was 33 years old and had a net worth of over one billion. Married, no children. A representative of a successful person with a good reputation in the outside world.

    On February 26, Wu Ming discovered that someone was following him and called the police. The police protected him but did not find the criminal.

    On the night of February 28, Wu Ming died at his home. It was discovered the next morning. The scene was extremely cruel. It was initially determined that the murderer had strong resentment towards the deceased.

    He died with a variety of injuries, and parts of the body were dissected after death. At the same time, several text messages about crime and punishment were left at the scene.

    As for the cause of death and the specific information left behind, it was not stated in the introduction. Players should be notified as the scene was restored after opening [Murder Night].

    The dungeon time currently was: February 25, 8 o'clock in the morning.

    ·

    Qiong Cang closed the plot description and took a tentative step forward.

    The picture gradually became clearer, and Qiong Cang silently looked around, getting information.

    This was a villa, the decoration was... splendid.

    Even if Qiong Cang was very poor, she doesn't really like such a straightforward style of wealth. There was an illusion that she was going to bend over by the weight of gold.

    Qiong Cang bowed her head.
She was wearing loose gray pajamas and a diamond-studded watch. The skin on the palm was a little rough, and there was an obvious cut on the finger. Judging from the position and angle, it was most likely caused by being cut by a kitchen knife during childhood.

    It seems that Wu Ming's living conditions might not have been very good before he became rich.

    Qiong Cang bent down and glanced at the items on the coffee table, and was about to continue observing when suddenly, from the kitchen, there was the sound of a broken porcelain bowl.

    Qiong Cang walked over quickly and saw a woman standing in front of the dining table with her back to her.

    "Her" shoulders were shaking violently, as if she was being strongly stimulated. Next to "her" character portrait, there is a green character introduction.

    "Li Yujia, wife, housewife, supervisor."

    Qiong Cang coughed, and a strong male voice came out from her throat: "Hello?"

    The woman turned around, with anger, forbearance, and various indescribable expressions flashing across her face. In summary, it was probably a twitching ferocity.

    That expression... looks a bit familiar.

    Qiong Cang asked in astonishment: "Q ge?" Did he have such a strong taste?

    He Jueyun gritted his teeth and said, "No!"

    Qiong Cang: "..."

    How should she tell this man? Everyone controls their expressions differently, and in her eyes, he had "He Jueyun" written on his face.

    But Qiong Cang soon became gloating.

    Originally, she was a little bit unhappy about having to play a character whose life was about to end. But compared with He Jueyun, it seems like nothing.

    He Jueyun was still trying to accept this cruel reality. Qiong Cang walked forward silently, stepped on a broken piece of porcelain with her slippers, and kicked it in his direction.

    Qiong Cang sternly accused: "Why don't you clean it up quickly? Why are you just standing there?"

    He Jueyun raised his head in surprise.

    Qiong Cang sneered and said: "You woman, you can't even hold a plate, what's the use? Do you know how much this plate is worth?"

    The ferocity on He Jueyun's face disappeared, but the muscles at the corners of his lips were still trembling, and he was trapped in shock and unable to extricate himself.

    Qiong Cang frowned, and every word was filled with humiliation and disdain. She ordered with gestures: "Make a new breakfast and bring it to my study. I'll give you ten minutes. Hurry up!"

    Seeing that her expression didn't look fake, He Jueyun was filled with the feeling of seeing a ghost, and couldn't help but cursed: "Qiong Cang, are you sick?"

    "Who is Qiong Cang?" The cold man pinched his fingers, exhaled empty white smoke, and said, "From today on, remember, I am your man."

    He Jueyun finally couldn't bear it and made an exception to curse: "...f*ck you!"

    Qiong Cang glared in warning.

    He Jueyun shouted: "Don't add any weird characters to yourself in private! This has nothing to do with the dungeon! You are basically making the game more difficult!"

    "To tell the truth, I didn’t." Qiong Cang walked over, grabbed He Jueyun's hand and let him see for himself.

    "Your fingers are rough, your skin is pale, your face is sallow, your hair is dry, and there are purple spots under your eyes. It's obvious that you don't take care of yourself and you may have been ill for a long time. You don't look like a pampered rich lady."

    Qiong Cang pointed at him from head to toe.

    He Jueyun said: "Do you think you’re a fortune teller? Maybe she was really just sick and a little haggard."

    Qiong Cang raised her watch: "It's 8 o'clock in the morning, and no aunt has come to help. You are in the kitchen, holding the plate, and you can imagine that you are preparing breakfast for me."

    He Jueyun: "Maybe the nanny didn't come because she had something to do. It's also possible that Wu Ming was suspicious and didn't like the presence of other people at home. Li Yujia is a housewife, so it's nothing for her to help make breakfast."

    Qiong Cang stared at him for a while and said with a smile: "General family relationships can be revealed in various ways. In fact, you can see through them at a glance."

    Qiong Cang points to the dining table, where two chairs are deliberately pulled apart. She held out a finger and said, "One."

    Then she pulled He Jueyun, took two steps back, came to the living room, pointed to the photos on the cabinet, and waved her hand in front of He Jueyun: "Two."

    He Jueyun looked over and found that the people in the photo were not the owners of the family, but Wu Ming and his parents.

    Looking around, there was no photo of the couple together in the living room.

    Qiong Cang walked to the door, in front of the shoe cabinet that covered half the wall, opened the cabinet door, and gestured to him: "Three."

    Wu Ming's shoes were all placed in the most conspicuous places, occupying most of the space. And Li Yujia's shoes were squeezed into the edge corner.

    "I admit that the relationship between their husband and wife may not be harmonious. But the next derivation needs to be verified," He Jueyun said without giving up. "There may be a special cloakroom upstairs. Li Yujia's things may be up there."

    Qiong Cang was very interested in his dying struggle, so she took him to the coffee table and motioned for him to see for himself.

    There was a copy of Li Yujia's hospital examination report on the coffee table, which was waved to the corner impatiently. He Jueyun couldn't see the way out of the film, but the conclusion at the bottom was that there was nothing wrong. However, there were still two large bags of medicine on the ground.

    He Jueyun flipped through it and found that there were injections, hormone medicines and health medicines.

    Qiong Cang took out another note from the table, which recorded the arrangements for going to different hospitals for examinations on different dates.

    He Jueyun's scalp was numb and he felt uncomfortable all over.

    Qiong Cang said: "Li Yujia's physical examination results clearly show that there are no major problems, but she still maintains high-intensity treatment. The two of them have been married for... nearly seven years, and they still have no children. Excluding the possibility of their subjective will, the only reason, well you know, you are a man."

    "I don't understand!" He Jueyun said agitatedly, "Don't try to slander me! Why should I understand him?!"

    Qiong Cang said dryly: "Oh."

    Qiong Cang squatted down, picked up all the bags containing medicine, and threw them into the trash can nearby.

    "At first glance, the only thing in the entire living room that clearly bears the identity of the mistress of the house is this medical record. Li Yujia placed the thing in such a conspicuous position, most likely to express a silent accusation. Even the accusation was carried out so low-key, so what does it mean?"

    He Jueyun's face turned dark.

    Qiong Cang regained her ruthlessness and ordered: "Breakfast, study, ten minutes, I am your man. Thank you for your cooperation in solving the case."

    After finishing her words, she left proudly.

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