Chapter 438: Performing Is More Tiring Than Solving Cases

Jumped over from the house?

After hearing this, Wei Qian and Lu Zhongxin stood stunned for a long while before reacting.

The two exchanged a glance, both wearing expressions of disbelief on their faces.

"Are you saying the murderer is the victim's neighbor?"

After Wei Qian asked this question, he immediately refuted it:

"How is that possible! The special task force has already investigated; the case file records that this family went traveling before the incident and hasn't returned yet."

How could the special task force miss such an important lead?

At this point, he even felt that Yu Dazhang was treating the case too lightly.

Concluding the neighbor was the murderer without any evidence was simply too rash.

"Team Leader Wei, don't rush."

Yu Dazhang appeared quite relaxed:

"Precisely because the special task force has finished their investigation, we can save trouble; we only need to use process of elimination."

"First, the door can be ruled out."

"One, the lock was not tampered with; two, there were no suspicious footprints in the corridor on the day of the incident, and no extra fingerprints on the doorknob."

He paused briefly to give Team Leader Wei some time to digest this information, then continued:

"Second, the possibility of climbing up has also been ruled out by the special task force."

"In this situation, we only need to consider how the murderer entered the room."

Speaking here, Yu Dazhang suddenly shifted his topic and pointed to the opposite side:

"Now look at that adjacent balcony again; doesn't it seem a bit interesting?"

He had already decided: if there were no leads, it didn't matter; he would just make something up.

But not everyone can make up stories; the most important thing is to have sufficient logic, and if you add professionalism on top of that, it would be even more perfect.

Sure enough, Wei Qian's train of thought was successfully led astray by him.

Because process of elimination is one of the important means in criminal investigation, his explanation was quite convincing.

"Hearing you say that, it seems only this method could have brought someone to this balcony where we stand."

While speaking, Wei Qian focused his attention on that reserved panel:

"If footprints were left there, it would prove someone passed through."

He had another sentence he didn't say, but everyone present knew it clearly.

That reserved panel was the place most easily overlooked.

Not only would the police overlook it, but the murderer wouldn't specifically clean traces there either.

The reason was simple: that place was too dangerous, and the area was also small.

After the murderer jumped away from that spot, it would be difficult to turn back and clean it.

Most importantly, who would think to collect footprints from an outdoor unit reserved position on the exterior wall of the seventh floor?

Even those working as window cleaners wouldn't dare jump there without safety equipment, let alone technical department officers.

Before long, members of the special task force arrived.

They subsequently called in professionals, lowered a standing basket from the rooftop, and Qian Cheng stood on it to reach the outdoor unit reserved position.

"There really are footprints!"

Qian Cheng suddenly shouted excitedly:

"Although covered by dust, the outline is still there; your eyesight is still that good."

His shout caused everyone on the balcony to turn their gaze toward him.

There really were!

Initially, both Wei Qian and Lu Zhongxin thought Yu Dazhang's deduction was somewhat rash.

But facts speak louder than words; the footprints on the reserved panel were enough to explain the matter.

What kind of person would leave footprints there?

The answer was self-evident.

Only someone intending to do wrong would use that place as a stepping stone.

The members of the special task force who arrived later were stunned.

The lead was actually on the outdoor air conditioning unit reserved position on the exterior wall?

Investigating the crime scene has reached the air... It's not that our abilities are insufficient; our imagination is simply limited.

They all knew Yu Dazhang, but they didn't expect this Fatty's case investigation to have become this absurd.

"Now, the murderer's entry route can be confirmed."

Seeing that the special task force members had arrived, Yu Dazhang decided to proceed directly to the next step:

"Next, come with me to find the murder weapon."

As soon as he said this, everyone present was stunned.

Especially the special task force members, who looked at Yu Dazhang as if looking at a madman.

Actually, they had already searched for the murder weapon at the very beginning.

The wound on the victim's head was obviously caused by a metal object.

It was highly likely to be an iron rod, hammer, wrench, or similar iron tool.

Being struck on the head by such a blunt weapon would cause the scalp to rupture, forming an open wound, with a large amount of blood gushing out instantly.

Under these circumstances, the murderer would inevitably be splattered with fresh blood.

Considering this, the special task force believed that after committing the crime, the murderer would not only dispose of the murder weapon but also find a way to dispose of the clothes stained with blood.

For this reason, the task force contacted the local police station and launched a full-scale search operation.

They not only thoroughly rummaged through the garbage bins around the crime scene, but even let no nearby scrap yard escape their attention.

Unfortunately, in the end, nothing was found.

Let alone the murder weapon — not even a single bloodstained piece of clothing was recovered.

Later, the task force brought in police dogs and conducted an even more meticulous search of the entire building, only to come up empty-handed once again.

In other words, every method they could think of had been tried, everything that should be done had been done, and yet they found absolutely nothing.

And now, right before their eyes—

This fatty had the nerve to toss out a breezy "Come with me to find the murder weapon."

In their eyes, this was incomprehensible.

Today they finally learned what it meant to talk big without even drafting the script first.

You really do just say whatever pops into your head.

But just as everyone's gaze was fixed on Yu Dazhang, he unhurriedly turned around, slowly left the balcony, and walked into the room.

He was seen putting on an act — glancing around in a showy manner, scratching his head, sucking at his teeth.

Suddenly, as if something had just occurred to him, his eyes lit up sharply and a look of sudden realization spread across his face.

That clumsy performance made everyone curl their toes in secondhand embarrassment.

Lu Zhongxin in particular — he knew his own disciple well enough.

He was well aware that if Yu Dazhang were truly thinking through the case, the man would become unusually still — neither speaking nor making any superfluous movements.

And certainly wouldn't be pulling all sorts of strange expressions like he was now.

Lu Zhongxin watched his disciple from the side, and suddenly figured something out.

He's doing it on purpose!

It meant he already knew where the murder weapon was, but was afraid it would seem too abrupt, so he was doing his best to act out the process of finding it.

But how had his disciple managed it?

He took one look at the crime scene and found footprints in midair, then turned his head and immediately spotted the murder weapon.

Who solves a case like that?!

This was clearly nothing more than a snap divination.

In truth, Yu Dazhang was also in agony right now — he had suddenly discovered that putting on an act was even more exhausting than solving the case.

"Everyone, follow me."

If he kept acting any longer, the whole thing would fall apart, so he simply dropped the pretense and waved at the crowd:

"The murder weapon is on the rooftop!"

(End of chapter)