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As I stood on the balcony of the eight-story office, I instantly understood why Gao Yi had brought me here and taken my keys.
Below the balcony, in the dense bushes, lay a man, face up.
When I got a good look at him, I nearly collapsed.
My God, he was the man I had been searching for—the one who spoke English at the bar.
A young officer leaned close to Gao Yi, whispering while glancing at me repeatedly, then handed Gao Yi a small object.
Before I could see clearly what it was, Gao Yi stuffed it into his pocket and strode toward me, asking bluntly, “Royi, do you know this man?”
I instinctively shook my head.
“Take a good look!” Gao Yi's tone turned stern as he commanded.
“I don’t know his name,” I admitted honestly.
Even though I had shared drinks with this man, perhaps even slept with him or committed murder together, I truly did not know his name. “Does this man’s death have anything to do with our boss’s death?” I asked, feigning calmness, trying to glean any information that might be advantageous to me from his response.
“What do you think?” Gao Yi glanced at the man below and then back at me. “This man is neither an employee of your company nor a guest. Why did he die here? According to our tests, he could only have fallen from your balcony. So can you really say he has no connection to your boss’s death?”
I was left speechless.
The officer was right.
The exterior of our company building was crescent-shaped, and the spot where the body lay was directly beneath my balcony. All clues seemed to point toward me. How could I escape this terrifying predicament?
Seeing that I couldn’t respond, Gao Yi slowly pulled a small box from his pocket and gently shook it in front of me, his tone laced with a hint of provocation. “So, what about this? Does it remind you of anything?”
I instinctively leaned in for a closer look and was immediately startled.
It was a matchbox from Fennel Bar.
"I-I don't know!" I began to stammer, my heart racing as if it were about to burst from my chest.
"Last night, were you drinking with him at Fennel Bar?" Gao Yi's gaze was fixed on me, his eyes cold like the piercing light of a wolf's gaze in the night, seemingly penetrating deep into my soul.
"H-How do you know I was at Fennel Bar last night?" I asked in terror, my voice trembling uncontrollably.
"This matchbox was found in his pocket. Our people inquired at the bar. The Russian Bartender said he saw you two together, conversing in English quite comfortably," Gao Yi explained calmly.
I struggled to recall the events and gradually remembered that during our lively drinking session, this man wanted to smoke but realized he had no lighter. I casually picked up the matchbox from the bar, struck a match, and shyly lit his cigarette for him. Then, playfully, I stuffed the matchbox into his pocket and patted it lightly, thinking my actions were quite charming.
"How does the bartender know it was me?" I thought of a way out and began to feign ignorance.
Gao Yi stepped closer, leaning slightly forward as he pressed me, "The Russian Bartender certainly knows you. He even has your business card."
Indeed, I had given that Russian Bartender my card.
Fennel Bar often held promotional events with discounts on foreign liquor. I had handed my card to the bartender and specifically instructed him to call me immediately if there were any discount activities—like sounding an alarm.
Gao Yi continued, "Not only does he have your card, but he also speaks English. Last night, he overheard parts of your conversation. You were discussing how to kill your boss."
"I-I..." Panic surged through me; my throat felt constricted as if something was lodged in it, leaving me speechless.
Nightmarish memories flashed rapidly through my mind.
Perhaps it was truly me and him who killed the boss, Zhao Yi. Yes, he was my accomplice; otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to handle the body on my own.
But who killed this man?
Could it be that we first killed the boss together, moved his body here, and then I lured him into the office and pushed him off the balcony to silence him?
"But there are others who have the key to this office," I said, my voice becoming hoarse as I made my final defense.
"I've investigated. No one came to sell Seal Ink. You're lying. Why are you lying?" Gao Yi asked coldly, his gaze filled with scrutiny.
"I... I don't know," I mumbled, lowering my head and unable to meet his eyes.
"Hand me your bag," Gao Yi said, and before I could agree, he took it directly from my hands.
Just as I felt relieved that I had wiped away the bloodstains from the wine bottle, I suddenly remembered that ring.
But it was too late.
Gao Yi had already handed my bag over to the forensic police.
I knew in my heart that soon, the truth would be laid bare for all to see.
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