There is One New Rule Every Month Globally

"Alright, alright."

Seeing the captain's gaze, the young officer raised his hands helplessly, "Everything you say is right, Captain. I was just mentioning it casually. According to what you've said, Captain, there should be traces of a third person at the scene."

"But we didn't find any trace of anyone other than the suspect and the victim at the scene."

"You should know that the average suspect wouldn't notice the presence of things like hair and dandruff, which are difficult to observe with the naked eye."

The middle-aged officer sneered upon hearing this, then stubbed out his cigarette in the crease of his hand, "This further proves that the real murderer has the ability to clean up the crime scene far beyond an average person. Someone with these capabilities has a very obvious professional characteristic, and it's clear they're no ordinary person."

"This allows us to quickly label the real killer."

"But only the suspect's fingerprints were found on the murder weapon."

"That's too easy. The real killer simply had to clean their own fingerprints off the fruit knife, then put the dagger back in the suspect's hands to get it covered in fingerprints."

"So, Captain, do you mean that the suspect's abdominal wound wasn't self-inflicted out of guilt, but was inflicted by the suspect?"

"Correct."

At this moment, the middle-aged officer seemed to transform into the detective Conan, once again lighting a cigarette. A wise light shone upon him, as if a beam from heaven descended and illuminated his face, making it overflow with confidence and conviction.

"I was once a top-rated officer in the capital. Do you know why I came to this small city to be a police officer?"

"Um..."

The young officer was somewhat bewildered, not understanding why the captain suddenly switched topics from discussing the case, but still subconsciously replied.

"Because you offended someone?"

"No, it's because I once handled a wrongful case, and after it happened, I was demoted in a roundabout way. Since then, I have secretly vowed never to handle a wrongful case in my life."

"If it were for the sake of accolades, I could naturally take the path of least resistance and convict the suspect directly, but for the sake of justice, to make up for past mistakes, I'm not going to do that."

"The medical examiner just sent me a message. The wound on the suspect's abdomen wasn't self-inflicted. When a person normally stabs themselves, the wound doesn't look like this, this kind of wound could only have been inflicted by another person."

"Unless the suspect twisted their own arm into a pretzel."

"Most importantly, there are several wounds on the suspect's abdomen. Based on my years of casework experience, I've encountered many who self-inflict injury to avoid guilt, but these individuals typically have only one wound."

"After inflicting one wound on themselves, the intense pain and fear of death prevent them from having the courage and strength to stab themselves again."

"And the wounds aren't very deep."

"However, the wounds on the suspect's body are deep, clearly aimed to be fatal with every strike."

"And... most murderers stab their victims multiple times upon killing them, even if the first stab is fatal, they will follow with several attacks."

"According to criminal psychology, this is an unconscious reaction of the body in extreme fear, loss of reason, and an adrenaline surge. Apart from hired killers who make a living this way, ordinary murderers typically don't leave just one wound on their victims."

"Your teacher must have taught you that, right?"

"Based on these two points, we can clearly deduce that the wounds on the suspect's body were caused by the murderer, and moreover, the murderer is skilled at cleaning up the crime scene and is ruthlessly vicious."

"The only issue now is that there are no signs of forced entry on the security door. How did the murderer get into the house?"

"We need to interrogate the suspect about this."

...

Lying on the hospital bed, Tuberculosis Rabbit, looking weakly at the two officers standing in front of his bed, murmured powerlessly, "It was my wife who opened the door, I was inside playing video games at the time."

"I just knew someone was knocking, and then my wife went to open the door."

"At first, I thought it was the delivery man, so I didn't go out and continued playing games in the room because I was holding a sniper rifle I'd saved up for over three rounds—a focused and intense guard over 'A' site—naturally, I had no time to go and check."

"Then, I heard what seemed to be an argument outside."

"When I went to check, I found my wife already lying in a pool of blood, and the murderer, holding a dagger, charged at me. After being stabbed several times, I lost consciousness."

"The person was wearing a mask, I couldn't see his face."

"..."

The middle-aged officer squinted his eyes, staring at Tuberculosis Rabbit lying on the bed, "Your wife doesn't go out all year round, and knowing clearly that she didn't order any delivery, upon hearing someone knocking, wouldn't she look through the peephole first?"

"If through the peephole she saw a man wearing a mask, or if the peephole was intentionally blocked, knowing that she might be in a dangerous situation, why would she still open the door personally?"

"..."

Tuberculosis Rabbit fell into a speechless silence; how could he know, he was just making it up, he hadn't thought through this part.

What are you doing, Yi? Do you really think you're Holmes?

You're just an NPC in a map, alright?

That's enough.

He sighed softly, no longer speaking, preparing himself to silently wait for the mission to fail, then re-enter. There was something wrong with the strategy this time, he had to think about what method to use next time he entered the map.

Was the difficulty of this map so high?

And just then—

The middle-aged police officer's tone shifted, and he said with an icy expression, "Unless the person at the door was someone your wife was extremely familiar with, someone she could recognize at a glance even with a mask on, and someone she trusted implicitly, she wouldn't have opened the door for them."

"Did your wife have much of a social life?"

This is off-script, way off-script!!

Tuberculosis Rabbit muttered to himself inwardly. This part of the script had gone beyond his planned storyline, but he had no choice but to brace himself and say, "No."

In the diary background, his wife was a woman with virtually no social life.

But just as he was about to say something to salvage the situation, a young police officer suddenly burst in, his voice urgently whispering, "Captain, we've found the entire chat history between the victim and a man on her messaging app on her phone."

"Our preliminary assessment is that they were lovers, and the chat content was very explicit... The victim said in WeChat that she liked the feeling of being his dog, that she enjoyed the sensation of kneeling on the ground, abandoning all dignity, and relishing being trampled upon."

"And the victim would go out every month to meet this man, book a hotel in advance, and check in on the same day."

"But in the last few messages, the two had a significant quarrel, and the victim deleted the man from her contacts."

"The chat content was deleted by the victim before her death, but our tech team has just now fully restored it."

As he said this, the young officer finally noticed Tuberculosis Rabbit lying on the bed; his body stiffened slightly, and he said somewhat awkwardly, "Uh, I'm sorry, but you're about to be executed, so I guess you wouldn't care about one more hat on your head, right?"

"Really?"

A flicker of shock flashed in Tuberculosis Rabbit's eyes, and his body involuntarily straightened up a bit, his eyes filled with the thrill of gossip and excitement. He was about to ask for more details, but he remembered that he was role-playing and should make a reaction befitting his character.

Almost instantly, his eyes swelled with rage and anger, and he bellowed furiously, "That damn wench, that despicable woman!!"

"I gave up everything for her, she lived off me every day, how dare she treat me like this!"

"Who is that man? I'm going to kill him, kill him!!!"

"Those cheating dogs!"

"Calm down for a second, sir."

The middle-aged police officer cast a sad glance at Tuberculosis Rabbit lying on the bed, then led the other officers out of the ward, giving Tuberculosis Rabbit some space to be alone.

Tuberculosis Rabbit, lying on the hospital bed, looked at the backs of the departing officers, gradually stopping his exaggerated expression and licked the corner of his mouth with some lingering satisfaction.

Was there such a backstory?

The diary of the original person didn't mention these things.

It looks like the original person really didn't know he was being cuckolded.

That kid is kind of pitiful.

A moment later, the middle-aged police officer came back in with a few officers, looking seriously at Tuberculosis Rabbit on the bed, "I sympathize with your situation, but I hope you can calm down first."

"The suspicion on you has been partially cleared, and I suspect your wife's lover is the real murderer."

"Your wife opened the door because she recognized the man and believed he wouldn't harm her, and she feared that he would make a scene, so she opened the door."

"You also said that you were engrossed in gaming at the time, and your wife probably knew that too, so she opened the door to try to talk things out with him, to keep him from making too much noise."

"Before the lover came to the door, your wife had an argument with him and deleted him from her contacts, mainly because he wanted her to divorce you, and she didn't want to, which led to the quarrel."

"We've obtained this man's home location and sent people to arrest him. We believe we will have results soon. If the evidence shows this man is the murderer, then sir, you can be discharged once you have recovered from your injuries."

"Ah? Oh..."

Tuberculosis Rabbit looked perplexed and didn't quite know what to say for a moment. This plot twist was completely off from what Yi had briefed him on; Yi hadn't mentioned any of this part of the story.

Was there really a scapegoat like this?

An hour later.

A young officer strode into the room.

"He's confessed. The lover admitted that he killed the victim and cleaned up the crime scene thoroughly, erasing all traces of himself."

"But he denied many things."

"For instance, he denied stabbing the suspect, uh... denied stabbing this gentleman, insisting he didn't see this gentleman in the house, and didn't intentionally frame this gentleman. He said he just killed the victim and then left the scene."

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ps: Another chapter is coming in a few dozen minutes.