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Ten minutes later, Ma Mingxia once again faced the suspect of this bizarre murder case in the Inquiry Room—Murong Jingjiang.
Compared to the panicked and pale Murong Jingjiang seen earlier at the Crime Scene, he now appeared remarkably calm.
Ma Mingxia stepped steadily into the Inquiry Room, slowly took a seat across from him, nodded slightly, and spoke in a calm tone, "Hello."
Murong Jingjiang lifted his head and glanced at Ma Mingxia, his brow slightly furrowed with a hint of confusion. He softly asked, "You are…?"
"I am Detective Ma Mingxia. I was present when you were arrested this morning," Ma Mingxia replied with a composed expression, his voice steady and measured.
Murong Jingjiang's eyes widened in realization as he lightly tapped his forehead. "Oh, it's you! I'm sorry; I was so flustered this morning that my mind was all over the place, so I didn't catch your face. Now that you mention it, I remember."
Ma Mingxia responded with a gentle "Hmm," cleared his throat, and fixed his gaze on Murong Jingjiang. "I heard Detective Wang say that you are unwilling to disclose the details of how you killed someone, is that correct?"
At the mention of this, Murong Jingjiang's previously calm demeanor instantly shifted to one of agitation. His tone became fervent, tinged with urgency and grievance. "Detective Ma, I didn’t kill anyone! Please believe me; I really didn’t kill anyone!" As he spoke, he unconsciously leaned forward, his hands instinctively open as if to display his innocence to Ma Mingxia.
Upon hearing Murong Jingjiang's heartfelt and unfeigned urgency, Ma Mingxia felt a stir within him; an intuition told him that there was more to this case than met the eye.
Indeed, if Murong Jingjiang were truly the perpetrator, why would he not flee the scene after committing murder? Could it be that he was not the criminal at all?
Although he had been alone in room 2408, which was completely sealed off, it was possible that the real culprit had used some trick to escape from the locked room.
After all, how many impossible crimes had he encountered? How could he so easily conclude that Murong Jingjiang was guilty?
Ma Mingxia took a deep breath, straightened his back, and said earnestly, "You don't need to be afraid. Tell me everything that happened in detail, and try not to leave out any specifics. If you are truly innocent, I will make sure to clear your name. I guarantee it with my integrity!"
As he spoke, he leaned slightly forward, his gaze steady as he looked at Murong Jingjiang, offering him a look of trust.
Hearing Ma Mingxia's words, Murong Jingjiang felt as if a tightly wound spring had suddenly relaxed. He let out a long sigh, and his expression began to calm.
He nodded at Ma Mingxia, then lowered his head, unconsciously stroking his chin. After pondering for a while, he cleared his throat twice and began to narrate in an orderly manner.
"This morning, I had an argument with my wife, Qian Qiushui, over a trivial matter. She has a quick temper and, in a fit of anger, left the house.
Around ten o'clock, she called me on her phone. Her voice was filled with obvious anxiety and fear as she urgently said, 'Honey, I'm at Room 2408 in Building Five of Baoyin Building. Come quickly!'
I was about to ask her what was wrong when she abruptly hung up the phone." At this point, Murong Jingjiang shook his head helplessly, a hint of frustration crossing his face.
"By around ten-thirty, I arrived at Baoyin Building and found Building Five. Just as the elevator doors opened, I rushed inside. There was already a middle-aged woman inside.
She looked at me and politely asked, 'Which floor are you going to?' I quickly replied, 'The 24th floor.' She nodded and pressed the button for '24' before pressing '30' as well; it seemed she lived on the 30th floor.
At that moment, a little boy bounced in and pressed the button for '12.'" As Murong Jingjiang spoke, he gestured with his hands to mimic pressing the elevator buttons.
"As the elevator ascended, I was anxious and kept looking around. It was an old-fashioned elevator without a display showing the current floor above the doors. I wondered how we would know which floor we were on.
While I was lost in thought, suddenly there was a 'ding' sound; we had arrived at the 12th floor. The button for '12' on the right side of the panel blinked a few times before the doors slowly opened. The little boy hopped out of the elevator. It turned out that passengers could only determine their floor by looking at those buttons." Murong Jingjiang recalled this moment with a slight furrow in his brow as if he were back in that elevator again.
I was lost in thought when a middle-aged woman entered my line of sight. She smiled at me and said warmly, "I don't think I've seen you before. Did you just move in?"
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