"So, you're saying..." Daimon Michiko, chewing on a perfectly grilled slice of beef tongue, listened to Chen Yu's summary: "The killer's DNA found on the deceased, after comparison, led to the arrest of someone with no alibi and no motive, is that right?"
"That's one way to put it, although I can't rule out the possibility that this person actually committed the crime and employed some method of operation that the police haven't discovered, with the so-called burglary and sexually motivated murder just being a diversion to confuse the investigation. But generally speaking, the current situation is that the person caught based on the DNA evidence at the scene is not the perpetrator," Chen Yu said, taking a sip of his drink.
"Sounds pretty strange indeed, but it's none of my business. The barbecue is more important!" Daimon Michiko tilted her head, thought for a bit, and realizing she had no clue, decisively turned her attention back to the barbecue on the table.
