Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 681 Weird
The living room on the first floor was a complete mess, as if it had been ravaged by an invisible storm.

The expensive handmade wool rug was overturned, crumpled into a ball, and stained with blood that had turned black and hardened.

The exquisite European-style sofa was slashed open by a sharp object, its filling bursting out, and the chandelier shattered into a pile of glittering fragments, shards scattered everywhere.

Li Xiang, with a solemn expression, took the lead in conducting an investigation starting from the first floor.

He first scanned the stovetop in the open kitchen, where an irregular circle was clearly drawn in standard site survey white chalk.

The circle was empty inside, but at the center, the technical department had placed an evidence sign marked with numbers.

There once stood a head there, the head of a maid from this villa.

The outline of a headless corpse was drawn on the ground, along with an evidence marker.

Li Xiang's expression was calm and composed. He stretched out his hand, and a constable from the technical department next to him immediately understood and handed him a stack of freshly developed crime scene photos.

The photos still carried a faint chemical smell, yet the images were clear and brutal.

Li Xiang carefully compared the angles and details of each photo, trying to penetrate the still images and recreate in his mind the moment the maid was killed.

"It looks like... they approached from behind and then suddenly attacked, and the maid didn't have a chance to resist at all?"

Li Xiang muttered to himself, a hint of suspicion on his face, his brows furrowing unconsciously.

The villa's main gate was violently smashed open, and the entire first floor was filled with a brutal and tragic atmosphere, demonstrating the perpetrator's ferocity and tyranny.

Isn't it a bit too gentle for such a vicious person to sneak up on a maid from behind?

He was fully capable of, and should have preferred, using more direct and violent methods to destroy her.

Li Xiang put down the photo, but did not draw a conclusion immediately. Instead, he temporarily suppressed his doubts.

The exploration has only just begun.

Li Xiang stepped aside, avoiding the debris and bloodstains on the ground, and headed towards the maids' dormitory located in a corner of the first floor of the villa.

The door to the maids' dormitory was half-open, and the scene inside contrasted sharply with the living room outside.

It's excessively clean here.

Several identical beds were arranged in an orderly fashion, covered with plain-colored sheets. Although somewhat messy, there were no signs of severe damage.

There was no overturned furniture, no torn fabrics, and no signs of a struggle. On each bed, the same white chalk had outlined human figures representing death.

Everything seemed too "neat," except for death itself.

Li Xiang crouched down, almost crawling on the ground, observing the bloodstains that had turned dark brown.

His fingers traced the trail of blood in the air, and based on his years of experience, he deduced in his mind the angle from which the maids were attacked in bed, as well as the angle and force with which the murderer swung the weapon.

The angle of the blood splatter, the force of the gushing, the shape of the drips... every drop of congealed blood, at this moment, is like a silent word in his eyes, strung together to form a complete sentence describing the truth.

Chang Erbing whispered from the side:

"The technical department determined that the time of death was around the early hours of last night. The victim was slit in the throat with a sharp weapon while asleep, and barely had time to struggle."

Li Xiang didn't speak, but simply nodded; his deduction was consistent with that of the technical department.

All the maids were assassinated in their sleep in an extremely quiet manner.

The killer's actions were precise, calm, and even "professional."

He sneaked into the room and, in the darkness and silence, like harvesting crops, silently took the lives of the maids.

The circumstances surrounding the maids' deaths and the overall devastation of the villa create an odd sense of disconnect.

In short, the art styles of the two seem rather mismatched.

Either the perpetrator is schizophrenic, or...

A startling guess, like a flash of lightning in the darkness, suddenly appeared in Li Xiang's mind.

His pupils contracted slightly, but he didn't voice his guess. Instead, he stood up abruptly, strode out of the bedroom, and hurried upstairs.

Chang Erbing and the others quickly followed, with the men from the maintenance department also following behind, their brows slightly furrowed.

He didn't know how to solve cases, but as someone working in the government building, his ability to read people was already at its peak. He could tell from Li Xiang's change in expression that the other party seemed to have discovered some clues.

Li Xiang had no time to spare and strode up to the second floor.

His gaze quickly swept over the dense array of tiny pinholes on the stairwell walls, giving him a more accurate assessment of the intensity of the battle on the second floor.

Then, without hesitation, he walked into the badly damaged door of the inner room on the second floor.

The style of the painting in this room matches the overall style of the villa.

The scene was equally chaotic and devastated; almost none of the furniture was intact, and wood chips and scraps of cloth were scattered all over the floor.

The walls, covered with luxurious wallpaper or decorated with oil paintings, are densely covered with countless tiny pinholes.

In the center of the floor, a huge pool of congealed, blackened blood, like an ugly, dark carpet, emitted a nauseating stench.

Li Xiang's nose twitched slightly.

He was all too familiar with the smell of blood—the stench of fresh blood, the rusty smell of congealed blood, even the sour stench of blood that had begun to rot… but the smell of this pool of blood in front of him was somewhat unusual.

It smells terrible.

It doesn't look like the blood left by someone who has just died.

Downstairs, the blood of the maids, after congealing, had a strong smell of rust, while here... it smelled more like the stench of blood that had gone bad and was highly decomposed after many days of death.

"strangeness……"

Li Xiang's mind was filled with doubts.

"Judging from the intense fighting marks at the scene, the person bleeding must have died recently."

He carefully observed the amount and shape of the blood on the floor. The bleeding was extremely heavy, almost forming a pool of blood, and there were complex traces of splattering and flowing around the edges, indicating that the victim must have had a huge open wound and was definitely not going to survive.

His gaze shifted slightly, landing on the most conspicuous object beside the pool of blood.

A safe.

Or rather, something that was once a safe. The safe was made entirely of gold, and it was torn in two by immense force, the broken edges jagged and twisted.

What concerned Li Xiang even more was that he saw some unusual traces at the center of the fracture.

It was a sign of severe corrosion; the metal surface became pitted and even blackened, intertwined with the surrounding tear marks.

Violent tearing...plus strong acid corrosion? What kind of combination is this?
Li Xiang stared at the wreckage of the safe, lost in thought.

Seeing that Li Xiang was just squatting there watching without saying a word, the man from the maintenance department couldn't help but ask:
"Captain Li? Did you notice something? This safe..."

Li Xiang seemed not to hear his question. He stood up and waved to the busy technical officers not far away:

What was originally inside this safe?

The constable from the technical department replied somewhat awkwardly:
"Captain Li, because of the special envoy's special status, the items he keeps in the safe are likely to involve highly confidential information. Therefore, Commissioner Zheng does not allow us to take photos of the items in the safe as evidence."

The contents inside were all personally inventoried by Commissioner Zheng and taken away…

The constable from the technical department paused, then glanced at the man from the maintenance department, hesitated for a moment, and finally answered:

"But Captain Li, I saw it. Commissioner Zheng asked us for an evidence bag and took out..."

Li Xiang quickly pressed, "What did you put in there?"

The constable from the technical department scratched his head, his expression strangely ambiguous, and stammered:
"It looks...it looks like a tooth? Yes, it's a tooth!"

Li Xiang froze on the spot, and subconsciously repeated, "What did you say?"

The constable from the technical department confirmed very seriously:
"A tooth, a human tooth."

Li Xiang felt his mind go blank for a moment. No matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn't figure out how the confidential item stored in the gold safe by the special envoy could be a human tooth.

This makes absolutely no sense!

Does the special envoy have a perverted fetish for collecting human organs?!
Li Xiang forcefully plucked out a strand of his hair, then squatted down again, his face almost pressed against the cold metal surface of the safe, examining the tear marks and the corrosion from the strong acid more closely.

Suddenly, his face froze, and an unbelievable thought surfaced in his mind:
"No, it's not that a tooth was locked in the special envoy's safe, but rather that the perpetrator's tooth accidentally fell into the safe."

This idea was bizarre; after all, in all his decades of investigations, this was the first time he had ever seen a tooth left at a crime scene.

However, the more Li Xiang thought about it, the brighter his eyes became. Combined with the incongruous scene of the maid's death downstairs, the outline of the truth began to emerge in Li Xiang's mind.

He thought to himself, his mind racing:
"Last night, the perpetrators who entered the special envoy's villa were most likely not one person, or even one group, but two groups of people who entered one after the other with different purposes."

The first group of people, probably from even earlier, sneaked in with the aim of stealing something from the special envoy's safe.

He quietly dealt with all the maids who might get in his way, and then went to the room on the second floor to try to open the safe.

However, just as he was about to succeed, or had already succeeded, a second wave of people arrived.

This second group of people were the real 'thugs'. They made no attempt to hide their presence, violently breaking in through the front door and sweeping through everything in their path, heading straight for the second floor.

Their target is very likely the special envoy himself.

Thus, two groups of thugs with different motives happened to meet in this room, and a fierce battle ensued.

The likely outcome is that the first group's teeth were knocked out in the fierce fight, and they were most likely dead, while their corpses...

Li Xiang suddenly stood up and rushed to the completely shattered window.

Most of the glass shards were scattered outside the room, with a small amount remaining on the windowsill, and several blackened and hardened bloodstains visible nearby.

Li Xiang leaned out of the window and looked out.

Downstairs, the scene was equally chaotic, with the lawn trampled beyond recognition and the flowers and plants lying flat.

A fierce battle had clearly taken place on the road directly opposite, with cracks and dents in the ground and the wreckage of a car that had been dismantled into parts. Under the streetlights nearby, another pool of congealed blood could be faintly seen.

Li Xiang swallowed hard, the scene from that moment replaying in his mind:
"The body of the first intruder was thrown directly out of this window by the second wave of thugs, and it crashed far away under the street lamp."

Li Xiang deduced that the first perpetrator was the one who died because he was too gentle when he killed the maid.

Assassination, sneak attack... usually means not being strong enough.

The brutality and power of the second wave of perpetrators are best evidenced by the entire villa and the dismantled car wrecks on the road.

The more Li Xiang thought about it, the clearer and more logical his thinking became. He wondered if it was because he had been known as a "detective" for so long, or if he truly had the potential to become a detective.

Now, once he steps into a crime scene, his mind becomes exceptionally sharp, with all sorts of clues and deductions coming one after another, as if divinely inspired, as if a detective's power within him is constantly being activated and erupting.

Li Xiang's mind continued to race, with fragmented pieces of information and associations flashing through his mind.

This reminds me of the special envoy who disappeared without a trace;
This brings to mind Feng Ju, who suggested he set a trap to kill him;
This reminds me of the scene in this villa when he presented the parchment to the special envoy;
And then, considering that Feng Ju's phone was also constantly unreachable...

Countless clues finally converged into a single point, like a match struck in the darkness, suddenly illuminating the fog.

Li Xiang suddenly felt his throat go dry, his heart skipped a beat, and a terrible thought uncontrollably surfaced in his mind:
"Could it be that the first infiltrator last night was Feng Ju?!"
Was his collaboration with us a ruse, or not entirely genuine? His real purpose wasn't to kill the special envoy, but rather to take advantage of the chaos... to steal the parchment scroll?!
He thought the special envoy would hide the parchment in a safe.
If that's the case, then that tooth left in the safe... belongs to Feng Ju?!

Li Xiang gasped, a chill running up his spine and straight to the top of his head!

He felt his throat go dry, his heart pounding like a drum, and his face turning pale and then flushed, unable to control the changes in his expression.

The man from the maintenance department watched Li Xiang's strangely changing expression, but remained silent for a long time, his face gradually darkening.

Li Xiang swallowed hard, struggling to suppress the turmoil in his heart.

All of this is just speculation right now, with no substantial evidence. The tooth has already been taken away by Commissioner Zheng, so he has no way to obtain it for comparison.

But what if Feng Ju really did this, and if all of this were exposed... what kind of impact would it have on him?
If someone follows the trail and investigates further down Feng Ju's trail, will they find evidence that he colluded with [the masked man]?

Although that piece of evidence was fake.

Moreover, their plan most likely failed, because no remains of the envoy's blown-up body were found in the sewers.

Li Xiang shook his head, forcibly suppressing his chaotic and dangerous thoughts.

The most urgent task is to find evidence to verify one's reasoning.

Corpse!

The body under the streetlight is the key!
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(End of this chapter)