"Room 3-208."

Zhang Yuanqing looked back at the room number where he was detained.

"In the mission prompt, the crime scene is Room 404 in Building 3, which is on the fourth floor of this building."

It�s okay, it�s okay, it saves the time to find the dormitory building, after all, he only has a minute or so left, if he encounters a detective team on the way to find the crime scene, he really can only try one-on-one up.

The ultimate battle has not yet begun, and the game is going straight to the climax

Zhang Yuanqing ran wildly, found the corridor, and rushed to the fourth floor.

Soon, he arrived at the fourth floor and found room 404 accurately.

The door of the room was closed and seemed to be locked, but this did not bother Zhang Yuanqing. He used the method of not destroying the scene to perform fugue, the spirit body came out of his body, passed through the anti-theft door, and entered the room.

"Crack!"

The deadbolt popped, and the spirit behind the door turned the handle.

After the spirit body returned, Zhang Yuanqing pushed open the anti-theft door and entered Room 404.

He summoned the Inspector glasses, and quickly glanced across the living room, from the coffee table, TV, sofa, and various furniture. These furnishings were neatly arranged, obviously not the scene of the first crime.

Zhang Yuanqing quickly walked through the living room, pushed open the doors of the bedroom and the study, and found the murder scene in the study.

The study room was in a mess, the chairs were overturned, books were scattered, and broken glass was everywhere, presenting a scene after a fierce fight. There were still dried up puddles of blood on the ground.

There is a single bed in the corner of the study room, and the bedding is messy.

Only the body was missing, presumably it had already been taken away by the Public Security Department.

Zhang Yuanqing, who was wearing insight glasses, looked intently, and scanned every corner of the study like a scanner. He walked around while looking, not letting go of any details, including the bottom of the single bed.

"If there is only the scene of the crime, I can't prove my innocence. Time is running out."

Zhang Yuanqing's eyes lit up suddenly, he opened his briefcase and took out his cell phone.

There is no lock screen on the phone, and it lights up at one point. Even without other operations, the lit screen automatically plays a video.

In the video, the light is dim, the window of the study room is drawn with curtains, and the lights are not turned on, creating a dark and quiet atmosphere. The shooting angle is aimed at the desk, and a figure in a shirt is sitting beside the desk, with his back to the camera, wearing a Mask, typing on a computer.

"Cough cough." The person at the desk coughed a few times and said in a nasal voice:

"The season changed recently, and I caught a cold!"

The angle of view of the phone sank, and the person holding the phone took a seat.

Then there was a silence of more than ten seconds. After struggling for a while, the owner of the mobile phone took the initiative to speak:

"Professor Li, I came to the capital this time to let you read the manuscript."

Professor Li at the desk turned his back to him and ignored him, as if he had nothing to say.

The owner of the mobile phone said anxiously: "I know that the previous version of the manuscript was not satisfactory, and the sales volume was not good, which caused your reputation to decline, but this time I came here with confidence. Please read my new book, and you will be satisfied."

Professor Li responded in a nasal voice:

"I am no longer interested in your manuscript." JrNovels.com