The morning after Mike's untimely demise, Pinecrest Village awoke to a heavy silence, the joy of the festive season overshadowed by the dark cloud of the previous night's events. Elder Lin, determined to unravel the mystery, decided to delve deeper into the technological aspect of the investigation, focusing on Benny.
Benny's small workshop was a maze of screens, gadgets, and wires. As Elder Lin entered, he found Benny immersed in his world of technology, his fingers dancing over a keyboard with a speed that defied belief.
"Elder Lin," Benny greeted, his eyes not leaving the screen. "I heard about Mike. Shocking, isn't it?"
Elder Lin nodded, his gaze scanning the room. "Benny, your skills with technology are unparalleled in Pinecrest. Could someone have used such skills to... orchestrate what happened to Mike?"
Benny paused, finally looking up. "It's possible," he admitted. "But it wasn't me. I can help you, though. Let's see if Mike left any digital footprints that night."
Together, they delved into the village's surveillance system, a network of cameras and sensors that blended ancient cultivation energy with modern technology. As they scanned through the footage, a picture began to emerge.
Mike was seen arguing with an unknown figure near the ice sculpture. The figure was hooded, their face obscured, but their posture suggested familiarity with Mike.
"Could this be our murderer?" Elder Lin pondered aloud.
"It's a lead," Benny replied. "But we need more. Let's dig into Mike's personal devices. Maybe he left a clue there."
As Benny hacked into Mike's tablet, a series of messages popped up. They were threatening in nature, filled with anger and resentment. But the sender was anonymous, using encryption to hide their identity.
"This complicates things," Benny said, frowning. "Whoever this is, they knew what they were doing. They covered their tracks well."
Elder Lin's eyes narrowed. "Could it be someone from our village? Or an outsider?"
"We'll find out," Benny assured, his fingers flying over the keyboard once more.
The investigation had taken a new turn, with technology revealing secrets that lay hidden in the shadows. The identity of the hooded figure and the anonymous sender remained a mystery, deepening the intrigue surrounding Mike's death. The village, once a peaceful haven, was now a place of suspicion and whispered theories, each resident pondering the same question: Who was behind the mask of anonymity?