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We watched helplessly as the girl tumbled out of the window like a marionette with severed strings, her Lolita dress blooming in the air like a blood-red flower.
After half a second of stunned silence, the comment section erupted into chaos.
At the moment the blood-red countdown reached zero, a gloved hand flickered at the edge of the camera.
"17th floor of Jinxiu Apartment!" Old Chen shouted as he grabbed his coat and rushed out the door, the torrential rain instantly soaking his graying hair.
I snatched up the forensic investigation kit and chased into the elevator, hearing Old Zhou from the forensics team yelling on the phone, "The distance from the point of fall to the wardrobe is 4.2 meters; the deceased couldn't have jumped voluntarily..."
As the wail of police sirens pierced through the rain, I stared at the automatically backed-up live stream on my phone.
In the last frame before the screen went black, a faint metallic glimmer of a pulley system was visible in the reflection of the window.
Upon arriving at the scene, I found it far more shocking than what was shown in the video.
Lin Xue's contorted limbs were sunk in the muddy greenery, her dress's lace hanging with bits of flesh, resembling a torn spider's web.
Outside the police tape, onlookers held up their phones to livestream like vultures sensing rotting flesh, flashes illuminating the purplish bruises around her neck.
"Preliminary assessment suggests she suffered mechanical asphyxiation before falling," Old Zhou said as he lifted the deceased's left arm, three crescent-shaped bruises glinting ominously under the flashlight. "But what truly caused death was a broken cervical vertebra; there are traces of..."
He suddenly fell silent, tweezers pinching a dark red fragment.
As I leaned closer, I caught a faint scent of rust mixed with the sickly sweet perfume lingering on her body.
"Human tissue," Old Zhou sealed the evidence bag. "We need to conduct at least three DNA comparisons with the scratch marks inside the wardrobe."
I squatted by the window ledge on the 17th floor and wiped cold sweat from my brow. The wind whipped rain against my forensic suit, and fresh friction marks along the window frame were glaringly obvious.
When the evidence light swept across the windowsill, two parallel grooves sent chills down my spine—these were V-shaped marks left by repeated dragging of steel cables.
"Time of death was around 1:15 AM," Old Zhou's voice mingled with the sound of rain, "but live footage shows she fell at 11:55 PM; there's a discrepancy of..."
"One hour and twenty minutes," I interrupted him, my phone screen illuminating my reflection against the glass window. "Someone tampered with the live stream timestamp."
Old Chen burst through the safety door, drenched and clutching screenshots from property surveillance.
In one photo, a man wearing a baseball cap was seen swiping his card to enter the elevator at 11:30 PM; a silver toolbox bore the logo of Xunda Communications on its side.
"They say he's a broadband repairman, but there are no repair records for today," he wiped rainwater from his face. "What’s even stranger is this..."
Suddenly, a phone in an evidence bag lit up on its own; Lin Xue's livestream account was uploading a new video.
Underneath the title "The Last Gift," twenty-seven Skeleton Bride Dolls turned towards the camera in unison in the thumbnail.
At 9:07 AM on August 13th, as the ultraviolet light swept across the sliding rails of the wardrobe, I suddenly understood what Lin Xue had repeatedly mentioned during her livestream: the meaning of "Ceiling Noises."
The fluorescent agents glowed with a ghostly blue light in the grooves, resembling the eyes of a beast lurking in the darkness.
"This is a Benzopyrene Derivative," said Zhang from the technical department, scraping off the gelatinous substance and placing it into the testing device. "It's commonly used for lubricating precision instruments, but it was classified three years ago..." Suddenly, the device emitted a sharp beep. He stared at the screen, gasping in shock. "Chemical code XT-37, the same component found on the weapon used in last year's Binjiang Dismemberment Case."
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