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Liu Yinuo fell into deep thought, his brow furrowed and his gaze focused, not in search of a flaw in Wang Youming's reasoning.
In fact, he too found Wang Youming's deductions to be quite complete; all the doubts in the case seemed to have reasonable explanations.
However, Liu Yinuo felt that such reasoning was inconsistent with his intuition—a feeling that arose from fully immersing himself in the case and most of the clues at hand.
He stood quietly, sensing the atmosphere of the case even though the truth remained unclear, as if he could touch the outline of the truth hidden behind layers of fog.
Liu Yinuo revisited the entire investigation process in his mind. When he thought of Qian Jiahua, he slightly tilted his head back, patiently awakening every subtle feeling he had experienced with him, as if flipping through an album of memories in his mind.
Finally, Liu Yinuo reached a conclusion.
He stepped forward and presented his thoughts to Wang Youming, his expression serious and resolute: "During the questioning, didn't he become emotional whenever Fang Qingyue was mentioned? His voice even trembled with excitement. I believe this is a genuine display of emotion. I think Qian Jiahua deeply loves Fang Qingyue. There's no doubt about it."
Wang Youming, lost in what he considered perfect reasoning, dismissed Liu Yinuo's statement without a second thought. He shook his head, a hint of disdain in his eyes: "Brother Yinuo! In our investigations, we must rely on data, analyze and reason based on evidence; we cannot let emotions cloud our judgment. Don't be fooled by the killer's performance!"
Liu Yinuo became angry, his face flushed red as he began to question Wang Youming, waving his hands in the air: "Do you really think everyone is hypocritical? Do you believe that just staring at these materials will solve the case? Data is lifeless; people are alive! The reasoning and analysis should not only target data; I believe understanding people is even more important!"
Wang Youming stood firm, straightening his back and raising his voice: "People can be deceitful creatures who love to hide their true selves. Some people lie often and deceive others; Qian Jiahua is one of those people!"
Liu Yinuo replied, "But to me, he is a man who harbors pure love for his girlfriend!" His eyes shone with conviction, and his tone left no room for doubt.
Wang Youming countered, "Your feelings for him cannot serve as evidence!"
Liu Yinuo retorted, "But they help me see clearly and avoid going astray!"
At that moment, their colleagues noticed how heated the argument had become and hurriedly stepped forward to mediate.
Fen'er rushed over, extending her hands between them: "Stop arguing! I agree with Brother Yinuo's perspective. Didn't we ask Qian Jiahua's classmates about him and Fang Qingyue? They all believe that they truly love each other. After the incident occurred, Qian Jiahua cried several times in front of his classmates."
"Wang Youming" said sarcastically, a mocking curve at the corner of his mouth, "Is that person a crybaby? Such men are the least ambitious!"
"Fen'er replied, "He is an active member on campus, participating enthusiastically in various activities." She extended her finger to enumerate, "Whether in academics or competitions, he consistently ranks at the top. 'Qian Jiahua' is a very driven young man. Can someone like him really be considered unambitious? Crying is a sign of sorrow, regardless of gender. To reveal one's most genuine and natural self, one must be truly confident; otherwise, how could a real man do that?"
"Wang Youming sighed, "Ah! Handsome guys are always popular; no wonder everyone speaks up for him." He shrugged helplessly.
With that remark, the atmosphere finally eased.
"Liu Yinuo" smiled, a hint of relaxation on her face. "Hey! I'm just stating the facts; I have no special preferences..."
After a while, "Wang Youming," scratching his head with a puzzled expression, asked, "If my reasoning is wrong, then what explains the scene?"
"The scene?" "Liu Yinuo" raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"Don't you think this case resembles a TV drama?"
"What do you mean?"
"If the murderer isn't 'Qian Jiahua,' then it must be 'Liu Guancong,' right?"
"Maybe, so what?"
"This is a case of rape and murder, isn't it? But on the surface, it doesn't appear to be one at all. Doesn't it seem just like something out of a TV show?"
"You mean... the victim's clothing was intact? Hmm... I also find that a bit strange."
Liu Yinuo's gaze fell on Fen'er, who was dressed in a white T-shirt and jeans. His eyes slowly traveled from her face down to her feet, then back up to her face again. He scanned her several times, as if searching for some clue, finally fixing his gaze on a specific part of her body...
"Hey! What are you looking at?" Fen'er glared at Liu Yinuo with annoyance, her arms crossed over her chest, clearly displeased.
"Uh, I'm sorry..." Liu Yinuo stammered, lost in thought as he awkwardly scratched the back of his head.
But when he regained his composure, what appeared before Fen'er was a man with bright eyes and a relaxed smile, exuding confidence and a hint of arrogance—a vibrant young man.
Liu Yinuo exclaimed, "I finally understand!" His eyes sparkled with excitement.
Wang Youming asked, "Huh? Really?"
Liu Yinuo nodded and sat back down behind his desk. He picked up a pen and quickly began to write in his notebook. He changed "Four Major Doubts" to "Five Major Doubts," adding a fifth point:
The deceased's clothing was intact.
Inference:
This is something the True Culprit wanted to disguise as the Rape and Murder Case but failed to achieve.
In a genuine Rape and Murder Case, the victim would not be fully clothed; the perpetrator has no need to arrange the body, as reported in the newspapers.
Such scenarios only occur in television dramas because TV stations are regulated and maintain strict standards.
The occurrence of this situation in the case suggests only one possibility: the True Culprit did not want to expose themselves in front of others, even after death. This stems from a woman's sense of modesty and shame, especially considering her introverted nature.
The true identity of the murderer had become clear. At the bottom of his notebook, Liu Yinuo wrote solemnly and carefully: "Murderer: Fang Qingyue."
Liu Yinuo looked up and saw Fen'er beside her, a hint of sorrow in her eyes, filled with melancholy and regret. Fen'er lowered her head slightly, seemingly mourning the fate of the deceased.
"If someone had helped her back then, this tragedy wouldn't have happened!" Fen'er lamented, letting out a soft sigh, her voice tinged with helplessness and regret.
However, Wang Youming still wore a skeptical expression, his brows furrowed as he tilted his head and asked, "Did she really take such a drastic step to end her life?"
Liu Yinuo replied, "To her, after being violated, her body must have felt like a soulless shell."
He paused slightly, a glimmer of compassion in his eyes. "She might have even viewed herself as a loathsome and filthy body, harboring extreme hatred towards Liu Guancong. Her terrible state of mind led to extremely negative and distorted thoughts. However, from another perspective, we can imagine this as Fang Qingyue's 'obsession with love.'" He raised his head slightly, as if contemplating a deeper meaning.
Everyone couldn't help but silently ponder Liu Yinuo's words about "obsession with love."
"Fang Qingyue committed suicide in this manner partly to make us believe it was murder. With her knowledge from the Biology Department, she knew how to avoid hitting vital areas and ultimately stabbed herself in the heart, ending her life in utter despair."
Liu Yinuo spoke slowly, his voice deep and calm yet carrying an invisible weight that enveloped the entire office in a suffocating atmosphere.
The office was filled with an oppressive silence that had never been felt before.
No one wanted to speak; everyone stood or sat quietly, lost in their own thoughts. No one could immediately accept this tragic truth, their hearts knotted with countless unresolved feelings, their faces etched with seriousness and confusion.
Liu Yinuo continued softly, "Even the weakest person can retaliate in ways no one can predict when they are hurt."
His eyes reflected a sense of contemplation about the complexities of human nature as he shook his head slightly, seemingly lamenting the unpredictability of life.
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