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Onsen Hotel Murder Case
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In her quiet apartment, surrounded by stacks of books and manuscripts, Lin Li sat alone, sunlight streaming through the window and illuminating her computer screen.
This was an era of rapid technological advancement, with information flooding in like a tidal wave. Yet Lin Li was immersed in her own little world of words, intently typing away at the keyboard, brainstorming the plot for a new article. The rich aroma of coffee filled the room, and soft music flowed through the air like a gentle stream. Everything felt so peaceful and pleasant, as if she were in a paradise far removed from reality.
At times, she would pause, frowning slightly as she sank into thought; at other moments, her fingers flew over the keys, quickly capturing the sparks of inspiration.
The outside world seemed to be cut off from her; she was deeply engrossed in her creative realm, relishing the tranquility of solitude.
Suddenly, the sharp sound of her phone ringing shattered this serenity like a piercing alarm.
The dreadful news on the other end turned her world upside down—her sister Lin Yao had died mysteriously at the Hot Spring Hotel.
Lin Li sat frozen in her chair, her coffee cup slipping from her grasp and spilling its brown liquid across the floor, mirroring the chaos in her mind. Her face went pale as paper, her lips trembled slightly, and her eyes were filled with terror and disbelief.
“How could this happen… It’s impossible!” she murmured to herself, her voice tinged with a hint of sobbing.
Images of her sister flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern; joyful moments they had shared played out like scenes from a movie. She simply could not accept this cruel and heartless reality, plunging into a deep abyss of immense grief and confusion.
Mechanically, she rose to her feet, hurriedly packing her bags with trembling hands.
On her way to her sister's city, she gazed out at the fleeting scenery through the car window, memories of warm moments spent with her sister flooding her mind. Tears welled up in her eyes as she recalled how lovingly her sister had cared for her during their childhood—the warm hugs and encouraging words that now felt like daggers piercing her heart.
Upon arriving at the Hot Spring Hotel, Lin Li found the establishment cordoned off with police tape, surrounded by curious onlookers and busy officers.
With a young policeman leading her, Lin Li entered the hotel, her heart racing with anxiety. The corridor was thick with an oppressive atmosphere, and each step felt heavy and slow, as if she were carrying an immense weight on her shoulders.
Reaching the room that had become the crime scene, Lin Li noticed that the doors and windows were securely locked from the inside, showing no signs of forced entry or disturbance.
Her sister's body lay peacefully on the bed, appearing as if she were merely asleep. Yet, the pallor of her face silently conveyed the coldness and brutality of death.
At that moment, an older officer responsible for examining the scene approached Zhao Gang and said, "Captain Zhao, we’ve thoroughly checked this scene several times. There are no signs of anyone else entering, nor any obvious signs of struggle or external injuries. For now, we can only tentatively classify this as a suicide." Zhao Gang frowned slightly and nodded in response.
However, a strong intuition surged within Lin Li; she firmly believed that her sister would never so easily end her own life.
She approached Captain Zhao Gang, her gaze resolute as she expressed her doubts. "Captain Zhao, my sister absolutely did not commit suicide. She would never do something like this. You must investigate further."
Zhao Gang looked at her seriously and explained, "Ms. Lin, I understand how you feel, but the evidence does point in that direction. However, we won’t jump to conclusions just yet; we will continue our investigation."
Lin Li stood her ground, insisting on being involved in the case. "Captain Zhao, I must participate. I need to seek the truth for my sister; I know her better than anyone."
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