Bei Chen walked over to the forensic doctor, Li Jun, crouched down, and lifted the white cloth covering the body.
It was a woman with delicate features; her straight nose and deeply set brow indicated her European heritage.
“She’s of mixed race, Chinese and Hungarian,” Bei Chen remarked.
Xiao Zhang flipped through his notebook beside them. “Her father is Chinese, and her mother is Hungarian. Her mother passed away in a car accident ten years ago, so Fang Jia returned to China with her father.”
“Where is her father now?” I asked casually.
“We’ve already notified him; I believe he will arrive shortly,” Xiao Zhang replied.
“What a shame, such a beautiful girl,” I sighed. “This murderer is truly despicable! They have no regard for the beauty of life! Miss Fang Jia, rest assured! Even though you are gone, I will not let this heartless killer escape! To take the life of such a lovely lady—I'm furious!” My voice grew more impassioned as I clenched my fists unconsciously.
“Idiot,” Bei Chen shot me a cold glance before standing up and pacing around the room.
I looked around the room, which seemed distorted by time and space, thinking that if this was indeed the work of a human, then this person must be insane—there was no other explanation.
But then again, if the murderer wasn’t mad, why would they go to such lengths to turn the room upside down? It was truly perplexing.
“Look here,” Li Jun pointed at the body. “The killer must have first subdued the victim, then hung her upside down in this room before strangling her.”
“Strangled? With their hands?” I crouched beside the body.
The forensic doctor nodded and then pointed to the victim's neck. "Look here, this is the mark left by the killer on Victim's neck. See, these are the impressions of two thumbs. It seems that the killer must have hung Victim upside down before strangling her."
I asked again, "Why would the killer do this? Why turn everything upside down and then hang Victim to strangle her? What could be the reason behind this?"
Forensic Doctor Li shrugged helplessly and said, "Tian Xiao can only guess what he intended to do."
Bei Chen walked over to my side with an expressionless face and asked in a low voice, "Have you ever read any of Ellery Queen's novels?"
"What? What love and loss? I've never even heard of it!"
"Ellery Queen, an American mystery writer, one of the Golden Age Trio," Bei Chen explained. "In his many works, there's one called Chinese Orange Mystery, an American Mystery Novel. The murder scene in this novel is almost identical to this room; everything is turned upside down."
"What are you saying!" I exclaimed. "Could it be that the killer is mimicking a plot from an American Mystery Novel? Does that book explain why the killer turned the room upside down? What's the reason?"
"To conceal the identity of the victim," Bei Chen said slowly. "But this explanation doesn't apply to our case because we already know the victim's identity. So the question here is—why did the killer turn everything in the room upside down? To catch the killer, we must solve this problem."
"That's just pointless talk!" I muttered, then complained, "I'm about to lose it! I haven't solved that serial rape case yet, and now there's another case with a turned-over room. If they want to kill, just kill! Why all these theatrics? I really can't understand what goes on in those killers' minds!"
Bei Chen seemed not to hear me at all; his eyes were fixed intently on the wall beside the bookshelf.
Following his gaze, I saw a National Flag hanging on the wall.
This appears to be a Hungarian flag.
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