Liu Jie, the man with glasses, is the lobby manager of Mingdu Business Hotel. He rides a Harley motorcycle and usually arrives at work around 7 am, driving at high speeds. His address: currently unknown. Liu is always surrounded by various women, including at night.
Another clue Mu Zi gathered was that Liu Jie had to work overtime tomorrow because the hotel was expecting some important guests the day after, so comprehensive preparations were necessary. Mu Zi had learned this information from the hotel staff's notice board.
The first day passed quickly, and now at 1 a.m., Mu Zi felt exhausted as he walked on the street, silently organizing the information he had gathered about Liu Jie in his mind.
Ten minutes ago, Liu Jie had picked up a drunken girl at a bar and checked into a hotel, seemingly not planning to leave until morning.
It was clear that Liu Jie was a typical playboy, the kind who couldn't live without women.
What kind of charm did such a man have to attract the boss's wife? Even with poor taste and low intelligence, she wouldn't stoop so low as to have an affair with such a man, would she?
There must be some hidden secret. Given Liu Jie's character and style, it's highly likely that he holds some fatal weakness or secret of the boss's wife and is blackmailing her into submission...
That must be it.
Mu Zi thought silently, subconsciously reaching into his pocket and touching the Grey Wolf perfume bottle.
So, what's really going on? But one thing was certain: everything would end once Liu Jie died.
Liu Jie must die soon!
Mu Zi first thought of the motorcycle, the flashy Harley that looked like the one from "Ghost Rider." The simplest method was to tamper with it, like cutting the brake line or loosening a crucial screw, which would easily accomplish the task.
However, after thinking it over, Mu Zi abandoned the idea of tampering with the motorcycle. First, he didn't know much about motorcycles, especially such powerful ones. Second, there was no time to execute it. The motorcycle was always either parked in the hotel's yard, at another hotel's yard, by the roadside, or outside bars and supermarkets, places either too crowded or monitored, leaving no opportunity to tamper with it.
Thus, the only option left was to create an accident on his usual route.
His usual route... It seemed that the erratic Liu Jie had no fixed route since he never went home and had no fixed place to stay overnight. In three days, Mu Zi felt it was impossible to determine his route home.
The only so-called usual route left was the almost negligible section from the gate to the parking lot, then the pathway on the right side of the building. The security room at the gate always had at least two guards on duty, so that was out. The parking lot was too open to set up a scene.
Eliminating all impossibilities, Mu Zi found he had only one choice: the right-side pathway. This short stretch, with no surveillance or foot traffic, was the only viable place to create an accident scene!
With no hesitation, he ran back to the Mingdu Business Hotel.
Unnoticed by the security guard, he quickly slipped in and darted into the right-side pathway.
The pathway, about eighty meters long, was dimly lit, with a single low-watt bulb hanging in the middle, casting a feeble light.
Mu Zi carefully observed the length of the pathway. The ground was paved with red bricks, and the walls were smooth with no protruding screws or nails.
Every accident scene is three-dimensional... Looking straight, rotating, looking up, and down.
Mu Zi began applying the methods and procedures he used to plan accident scenes.
High-altitude falling objects? Too simple and convenient. Just wait at the window on the third floor and throw something like a flowerpot. However, he quickly dismissed this idea because the window on the seventh floor was lit, clearly a guest room, inaccessible to him. Even if he entered as a guest, he would be immediately suspected by the police after throwing the flowerpot. There was no high point to hide outside the fence on the street side either.
So, high-altitude falling objects were ruled out.
It's so hard... Mu Zi subconsciously reached to twirl the hair on his forehead, realizing it was no longer there.
I must grow my hair long! Frustrated, he scratched his scalp vigorously.
Mu Zi hid in the darkest corner, continuously observing the short eighty-meter pathway.
Then he noticed the light bulb.
A bulb can't hang in mid-air. There must be a wire, likely an iron wire...
Immediately, he closely examined the bulb and wire.
Use the bulb as a falling object? Too small and light.
Cut the electric wire connected to the bulb? The voltage is too low to be lethal.
How to utilize this sole resource? It must be unnoticeable and deadly in one strike.
As Mu Zi pondered, footsteps approached from behind. He turned to see a security guard walking unsteadily towards him. Quickly, he moved to the right side of the building, avoiding detection by from security guard..
Unable to be seen, he moved quickly along the right side of the building. A van passed on the street outside the fence, its bright lights illuminating Mu Zi's path through the fence gaps.
That's it!
Mu Zi felt a sudden inspiration, the kind of eureka moment he had experienced before!