The black-skinned old man smirked, his eyes filled with curiosity. "Johan, my boy, I must commend you. How did you manage to connect all the dots and find me here? And how did you know I was behind all this?"
Johan crossed his arms, his expression determined. "You underestimated the power of deduction, old man. It wasn't that hard to piece everything together once I started paying attention."
The old man chuckled, intrigued. "Enlighten me, Johan. How did you connect the dots?"
Johan leaned in, his voice steady. "The crime scene spoke volumes. The videotape, the knife, the clothes, and the corpse – they all told a story. Your little games are predictable, and your motives became clear."
The old man raised an eyebrow. "Predictable? I thought I had you dancing to my tune."
