Chapter 3

I quickly flipped through the crime scene investigation report.

I only remembered there was a window in the room, but Scarlett had drawn the curtains as soon as we entered.

I was too nervous throughout the whole process.

So I hadn't paid any attention to what the window looked like.

Now, looking at the crime scene photos, the window was entirely covered with security bars.

Though there was an escape hatch in the bars, it was firmly sealed with a rusted-shut lock.

The room had a window-mounted AC unit, so there were no ventilation shafts either.

That meant, to enter or exit this room, assuming no forced entry, the only way was through the main door.

But a camera was positioned just down the hallway, directly facing my room.

After reviewing the camera footage, the police concluded that no one had entered or exited.

All of this was far too bizarre.

Two words suddenly jumped out at me: Locked-room!

A perfect locked-room mystery.

Unlike the plots in other crime novels…

This locked-room case pointed all the evidence directly at me.

I looked up at Captain Miller and the others.

"Captain Miller, don't you think this is highly unusual? If I were really the killer, why would I leave so many clues?"

Captain Miller had regained his calm.

"You think there's a problem? Perhaps it was just a crime of passion? You mentioned earlier that it was your first time together."

"But our autopsy found that your girlfriend was not a virgin. You dated for four years, and she always presented herself as pure and untouched before you, yet she wasn't. So, in a moment of twisted rage, you brutally murdered her."

"But it was your first time killing, and in your panic, you didn't think to cover your tracks, fleeing the scene in a hurry."

I was speechless for a moment.

"Captain Miller, according to your theory, I fled in panic, so why did I just wait at home for you to come and arrest me?"

"I'm a crime fiction expert. If I really killed her, I would have committed a perfect crime, not this shoddy, amateurish job, riddled with holes."

"And besides, I already knew my girlfriend wasn't a virgin. What kind of era is this? Do I really care about that anymore?"

"Moreover, you're prejudging me as the killer based solely on crime scene photos and my girlfriend's autopsy! Do you even know what truly happened that day?"