"It seems that Lao Ding and others were right, the killer is a young man. He cannot possibly be the criminal from years ago."
"Hmm," said Yin Feng, "Where are you?"
"I'm still at the station, planning to head out to the bathhouse shortly."
"Have you eaten yet?"
"I'll get to that later," even though it was already noon.
You Mingxu thought of Ding Xiongwei's reminder from the morning. Coincidentally, she and Xu Mengshan still had unresolved doubts about the crime scene that she saw yesterday. So she said, "There is a place where I would like to hear your opinion."
"Hmm."
You Mingxu mentioned the blood stain on the chair placed in the corner, far from the bed in the crime scene, then said: "The victim was strangled and bled after death. Why is there a drop of blood on the chair? Did the murderer touch the chair? He's so detail-oriented. Why would he touch the chair? The victim was knocked out when she entered the room so there couldn't possibly a fight in the bedroom, right?"
