Chapter 4472

"For years, this city has broken through the shackles of darkness and seen the light again. But when the night comes, Cat Getan is immersed in that thick, inseparable night color again, as if returning to the hidden and cruel previous era overnight. When I heard the news of another homicide, I couldn't help but be in a hurry when going out, and the airflow caused by putting on the coat could blow to the Atlantic Ocean. But Rodriguez is still the same, standing in the light at the doorway of the Green Street office, the lines of his coat falling straight, reminding me of the old fountain pen that used to be kept in a gun box. Undoubtedly, this news made him even more tired, what a difficult night, but the sky will always brighten. I thought so, but didn't say it, so as not to disturb his dozing in the car, or the context of the case he was weaving in his mind."

Schiller leaned over to take a look at the paper in Victor's hand, and Victor raised his eyebrows at him triumphantly. Schiller turned his head helplessly and then said: "Let's make a bet."

"Bet on what?"

"Who died."

"It's a bit disrespectful to the deceased."

"But it can add some fun to this story."

"Then I bet Perlota died." Victor thought for a moment and said, "The probability of Milos being the murderer is very high, Perlota might know something, so she was silenced."

"Then I bet not." Schiller said. "Of course, you'd better not secretly swap our answers in your writing after the truth is revealed."

"Of course not." Victor said. "The detective is the smart one, and the assistant only needs to ask questions stupidly."

"Maybe you can reverse it." Schiller said. "Because I really can't make any decent reasoning, this part can be completed by you."

"Come on, that would be meaningless... alright, I'll try. But I don't have any achievements in behavioral analysis, I can only reason as much as possible. Maybe I should find a powerful person."

While speaking, the car stopped at the gate of Cat Getan University. Standing at the school gate, one could vaguely see the spire of the clock tower reaching into the clouds, like a knife piercing the deep and obscure fog. The thick and dense clouds were like the sea, the snow was a school of fish in the cold seawater, and the night of this city was always upside down.

Walking all the way in, the police cars gathered there as usual. Brainiac closed the door of the dormitory, and the students were all staying in the dormitory properly. Therefore, the building was still quiet.

Gordon stood at the entrance of the corridor, saw them coming, turned around and gently smoothed the hem of his trench coat, and said: "A girl in Room 312 died, who among you knows her?"

"God!" Jenna rushed forward. Gordon looked at her attire and then said, "Were you dragged here from the dance?"

Jenna's red dress with sequins was particularly eye-catching in the dark night. The night was deep, the snow was white, but whether it was black or white, it was distinct from red.

"This is not the time to say this!" Jenna pushed him away, rushed into the room, and soon her exclamation came, "Fanny!"

Barry also ran up quickly, but he didn't go in, just stood at the doorway. Jenna ran out quickly again, holding the door frame, and then said: "Fanny died, my other roommate."

Victor looked back at Schiller, but still lifted his foot and walked up. He asked: "Which department is she in?"

"Chemistry." Jenna said. "Her professor is Jonathan Crane."

"God." Victor couldn't help but sigh.

Barry had already walked to the bed. This was clearly a crime scene, and the murderer had no intention of covering it up. A girl lay on the bed near the door, with a knife stuck in her chest, and blood flowed all over the bed and the floor. Her face was blue, and her limbs were stiff, obviously having been dead for a long time.

"Why is she on your bed?" Barry turned back to look at Jenna and asked.

"How do you know that's her bed?" Victor asked subconsciously.

Schiller pulled his arm, and Victor coughed. Jenna reached out and put it on her other shoulder, and said somewhat helplessly: "He is my dance partner. After we finished practicing dancing, he accompanied me back to get something, and I introduced him to my dormitory."

"You haven't graduated yet?" Victor asked.

"In fact, no, it's still considered an internship." Barry was obviously distracted; he looked at Jenna's bed and then said, "Does she usually sleep here too?"

"Uh..." Jenna pursed her lips and then said, "Fanny is a person who doesn't have much sense of boundaries. Because I don't often stay in the dormitory, and she thinks the bed near the door is better, so..."

"None of your roommates are easy to deal with." Victor said. Afterward, he took out his phone and said to Brainiac, "Stop Jonathan Crane in his nature reserve, otherwise..."

"Sorry, he's already here."

A thin figure appeared at the stairwell. After Jonathan saw the corpse on the bed, his face became very ugly. He turned around and looked around, and finally his eyes stopped on Schiller.

"'You always appear at the crime scene.' Professor Crane's accusation was a bit sharp. 'Not more than you.' Rodriguez's response was also full of his style, with a bit of cold black humor. 'Especially when you are the murderer.' This hit the bullseye. The two of them were old rivals; this was what we talked about when we chatted later. The Mo Sen block murder case—a big case in the dark era, James Gordon was also involved. The three of them gathered together, and the atmosphere in the corridor became deep, as if briefly returning to that era. I have no intention of watching a good show, but I know that I will be like the Christmas tree at the Christmas dance, everything that happens next revolves around me, but it has nothing to do with me."

Schiller glanced at Victor who was still writing hard, and sighed lightly. He looked at Jonathan and said: "If you don't want to play a role similar to Moriarty in a detective book that is about to be released and popular all over the world, then don't fight with me here."

"Have you started talking nonsense?" Jonathan narrowed his eyes and looked at him, "You think you are appearing as a detective, but in my opinion, you are like the murderer who often returns to the crime scene."

"That's a theory that has been debunked. At least, the murderer returns to the crime scene, not because of pride, they are just afraid." Schiller swept over the layout of the dormitory, and then turned back to look at Jenna.

Jenna was startled, and some fragments flashed through her mind like an electric current, making her feel numb from head to toe.

"He wanted to kill me." Jenna said. "The person the murderer wanted to kill was not Fanny, but me."

The others turned to look at her. Jenna held Barry's shoulder with one hand, picked up her skirt and looked left and right, and then said: "Maybe I shouldn't have worn this dress."

"You really confused me." Victor said. "Can you stop talking in riddles? Someone stand up and say what's going on."

"I'll do it." Jenna said. "I didn't have class this afternoon, and I should have gone to rehearse dancing. But Amanda called me away and delayed my afternoon. Of course, Barry was the same. So by the time others had almost finished practicing, the two of us arrived at the activity classroom."

"You know, I'm not an Earthling, and I haven't participated in any decent social activities before. I don't dance very well, so I need a lot of practice to dance decently. Because I didn't want to make a fool of myself, we practiced in the activity classroom until past one in the morning. And because I had to go back to work overtime, I didn't have time to change clothes, so I returned to Green Street like this."

"This dress is beautiful, right? I don't often wear such bright colors, and there are sequins and gems on it. It's very eye-catching on the road, and it's easy to be seen."

"I was just about to say that." Gordon said with his arms crossed. "In sub-zero weather, you're wearing a camisole dress. Miss, aren't you really cold?"

Victor only then realized that something seemed wrong. They were all wearing heavy coats and scarves, wrapping themselves tightly. Jenna was good, just wearing a red camisole dress, with her whole arms and half her back exposed. The temperature now was sub-zero, even if it was warmer inside the dormitory building, she hadn't seen her cold just after coming out of the car.

Jenna said somewhat helplessly: "I said, I'm an alien. The livable temperature for our race is minus 30 degrees to plus 50 degrees, we are not as fragile as humans."

Everyone was speechless. Barry also seemed to understand what was going on, and said: "I should have reminded you to wear a coat at that time."

"You two walked together, why didn't you use the Speed Force?" Gordon asked again.

"It's not convenient for my Speed Force to carry people." Barry said. "It's not that I can't carry people at all, but it's better not to carry people in non-emergency situations. Working overtime is not very urgent, so it's better to drive."

"Alright." Gordon lifted the hem of his trench coat, put his hands in his pockets and looked at Jenna, and then said: "You mean, because you were wearing too eye-catching clothes, you were seen on the way back. What does this have to do with this case?"

"He stole what I was about to say. This is not good news. But the detective's assistant can still play a residual heat in the report. I plan to record my thoughts, which were a bit fragmented at the time, but I already had a clue when I started writing: the key is not who saw Miss Jenna, but who Miss Jenna saw. Or rather, the guilty murderer thought Miss Jenna saw him. So, after he returned to school, he chose to come to Miss Jenna's dormitory and silence her. But this lucky girl didn't stay in the dormitory. She went to some secret agency to work overtime. So another unlucky girl replaced her and left us forever."

"Milos, it must be him." Jenna stepped forward and then said: "He set off from school, wanting to kill Chick. But just then, I happened to finish practicing dancing and went out. I was dressed very eye-catchingly, he saw me, and thought I saw him too. When he killed Chick and returned to school, he felt insecure, so he came to my dormitory wanting to kill me."

"Then did you really see him?"

"Of course not. Otherwise I would have brought it up the first time."

"Then your distance should be very far." Jonathan continued. "How could he be sure it was you?"

"Because there's no one else who would wear such thin clothes in such cold weather." Jenna said. "I heard Perlota speak ill of me before, she described me as 'that freak who almost froze herself into an ice sculpture for beauty'. She said this more than once, and not just to one person. Milos became her boyfriend, maybe she also said this to him."

"Why would he come to the dormitory to find you?" Gordon asked again. "How could he be sure you would return to the dormitory?"

"Because I did return to the dormitory." Jenna said. "I said before, I wanted to return to the dormitory to get something. After we left the activity classroom, the first stop was my dormitory, and we left after getting things."

"If that's the case, then it's obviously a tragic coincidence." Gordon looked at the corpse on the bed and sighed, "The murderer wanted to kill you, but this girl occupied your bed, so she died."