After dreaming of getting rich, I dressed up as a collapsed idol

"It wasn't a big deal. The first time I met the Jazz, he asked me to go to the restaurant to write a market report for him. I accidentally bumped into a waiter, and the wine he was holding spilled on my clothes, so I had to come back and change."

Lu Qingfeng smiled and asked, "What time did you arrange to meet with Mr. Sir?"

"9:10 a.m."

"At the beginning, I remember you said that after you met with the jazz, he asked you to go to his private room again in ten minutes?"

"That's right, but when we went there the second time, the door to the private room wouldn't open."

"In other words, the man had arranged to meet his friend Frank at nine o'clock, then met with his assistant at nine-tenths, and died in the private room at nine-twenty."

Zhong Huaiyi, who was standing next to him, summarized.

Listening to it, this is the timeline.

But Lu Qingfeng, who had roughly figured out the details, knew that someone had played a trick on time.

The assistant had asked almost all the questions, and finally it was the butler's turn.

The actor was the cameraman on the show, a rather energetic middle-aged man who probably didn't have much acting experience. He just answered everyone's questions with a straight face.

By the time the last person finished asking questions, more than an hour had passed. All the clues were laid out before them, and the group began to deduce the truth.

"Who does Teacher Shen think the murderer is?"

"These clues are all jumbled up. Judging from the relationships between the characters, the butler is the most likely culprit."

The elderly person was the least invested in this small theater.

"If it's too obvious, then he might not be the murderer. Jazz's friend Frank is the murderer. Did you notice a detail? Jazz and Frank agreed to meet at nine o'clock, but he only showed up after a long time had passed. That's very strange."

Luo Haoming clearly and logically stated his guess.

"The problem now is not finding the murderer, but figuring out the method of the locked-room murder."

Zhong Huaiyi hit the nail on the head.

"You've been keeping quiet, do you know what's going on?"

Shen Ruishu's speech drew everyone's attention to Lu Qingfeng, who was standing to the side.

Lu Qingfeng smiled.

"No, actually I was also thinking about the locked room problem, and I just got a little clue."

“Tell me your thoughts, whether they’re right or wrong, let’s brainstorm together,” Zhong Huaiyi said.

Lu Qingfeng nodded.

"Does Teacher Shen know John Dickson Carr?"

"Judging from the name, he sounds American. Is he a writer?"

"Yes, he is an American mystery writer, and is known as one of the three giants of the Golden Age of mystery novels, along with Agatha Christie and Ellery Queen. He is best known for his locked-room mysteries, so he is called the King of Locked Room Mysteries."

Compared to Agatha Christie's fame, Carl, the master of detective fiction, is much less well-known in China. This is because his works have rarely been adapted into film or television, which limits their reach.

The main reason is that Carr's works are based on the concept of impossible crimes, and the detective, as the core character, is flat and not as vivid as Agatha Christie's Hercule Poirot.

“Carl has a book called ‘The Three Coffins’. The murder tricks in this novel are classic, but more importantly, Carl summarizes seven types of locked-room mysteries in the book.”

Lu Qingfeng gave a thumbs up.

"The first type is an accident. It may appear to be murder, but it is actually the victim who accidentally dies."

Raise your index finger

"The second type is when someone accidentally falls into a death trap and kills themselves."

Middle finger.

"The third type is murder by machine."

This is easy to understand, so Lu Qingfeng didn't explain it in detail. He continued to raise his ring finger, but his little finger couldn't hold it down either, so he put down his thumb and spread out the other four fingers.

"The fourth type is suicide disguised as murder."

"Sigh, our case is a bit similar."

As soon as Lu Qingfeng finished speaking, Xia He exclaimed in surprise.

Lu Qingfeng shook his head slightly.

"No, people who commit suicide wouldn't make things so complicated and incongruous."