On the live stream, I committed the perfect crime

The gloomy sky was like a huge lead plate, weighing heavily on everyone's heads, adding a depressing atmosphere to the investigation of this murder case.

After a detailed and meticulous autopsy, Fang Xiang, with a solemn expression, bowed to the crowd and spoke in a steady voice, yet with a hint of unquestionable certainty: "The deceased died between the hours of Xu and Hai yesterday. The cause of death was a heavy object striking the heart, presumably a sledgehammer or something similar."

Upon hearing this, the originally tense crowd suddenly breathed a sigh of relief like a deflated ball.

Then, everyone couldn't wait to talk about their alibis.

One person in the crowd spoke first: "I was playing chess with Xiaolong at that time. Xiaolong can testify for me."

As he spoke, his eyes revealed a hint of anxiety, fearing that everyone would doubt him.

Another person quickly followed up: "I went home after class yesterday. My family can testify for me."

Her voice was urgent, as if she was racing against time, wanting to clear herself of suspicion as soon as possible.

Soon, Zhang Tianshun's eyes were as sharp as a torch, and his scrutinizing gaze was like a sharp sword, falling directly on Lin Feng's head.

Lin Feng's face flushed instantly, and he lowered his head in embarrassment. "At that time, I was also resting at home. Miss Hu Mingyue can testify to this."

Everyone was stunned at first, as if caught off guard by this sentence.

Afterwards, everyone looked at Lin Feng with envy, jealousy and hatred. If looks could kill, he would have been dead long ago.

"Don't let your imagination run wild. Miss Hu and Vincent did me a small favor yesterday, so I invited them to my house for dinner. Afterwards, I sent Miss Hu home, but unexpectedly, her house caught fire, and the child was burned to death. I happened to have a spare room at home, so I let her stay there."

Lin Feng waved his hands hurriedly, with a hint of embarrassment on his face, as if he was afraid that everyone would misunderstand the relationship between him and Hu Mingyue.

As soon as Lin Feng finished speaking, Vincent nodded with a look of certainty on his face: "I can also testify to this."

Zhang Tianshun nodded slightly, and then his doubtful gaze slowly turned to Huang Xu and other teachers in the academy.

As time went on, everyone came up with favorable alibis.

For a moment, the field fell into a suffocating silence, as if the air had frozen, and everyone could hear their own nervous heartbeats.

Only Tian Xiaowei frowned. He glanced at Vincent and suddenly spoke with a hint of doubt in his voice: "Vincent, what were you doing at that time?"

"At that time, I was on my way home from the mountain behind the academy."

Vincent shrugged, with a hint of helplessness on his face, but his tone was calm.

However, before he finished speaking, many students in the academy looked at each other, with a strange flash in their eyes, and then they started talking at once.

"He said before that he had met Guo Lin once. Could he have killed this man?"

Vincent flew into a rage, like an enraged lion. He shoved the student who had spoken and roared, "Nonsense! We met in the back hills and parted ways soon after, agreeing to compare couplets in class today. Guo Lin was still fine when I left."

His face flushed red, veins popped out on his forehead, and he was obviously very angry about this groundless accusation.

Zhang Tianshun suddenly became as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. He paced back and forth on the spot, with beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

However, before he could speak, Tian Xiaowei continued to ask coldly: "Who can prove this to you?"

Vincent was stunned, his expression instantly becoming somewhat stiff. He stammered, "It was already very late, and there was no one on the street. Who can I ask to prove my absence?" (To save money, the production team did not arrange for servants to be provided to Vincent's family. Zhang Tianshun was on duty at the government office that night, so there was no one to prove his absence.)

"Since there is no alibi, Vincent should be imprisoned."

Tian Xiaowei looked at Zhang Tianshun coldly, as if he were looking at a stranger, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice: "What's the matter, Mr. Zhang, are you going to bend the law for personal gain?"

Having said that, even if Zhang Tianshun was extremely reluctant, he had no choice but to obey. He waved his hand weakly and ordered his men to take Vincent into custody.

The waving action seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and his face was full of helplessness and fatigue.

After this incident, classes in the academy could no longer continue.

At noon, everyone went home from school.

As soon as he returned home, Lin Feng saw Zhang Tianshun waiting at the door with an anxious look on his face.

Zhang Tianshun kept pacing back and forth at the door, looking up into the distance from time to time, his eyes full of anxiety.

Lin Feng was stunned, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, and he quickly welcomed Zhang Tianshun in.

Before Lin Feng could speak, Zhang Tianshun bowed solemnly to him, his attitude extremely polite, and a hint of pleading in his voice: "Brother Lin, I entrust my son's life to you. You have been classmates with him for such a long time, you must help him now."

As he spoke, without waiting for Lin Feng to refuse, he quickly handed over a token. The token flashed a cold light in the sunlight: "With this token, you can freely enter and exit anywhere to investigate the case!"

Lin Feng couldn't help but be stunned, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then his eyes rolled slightly, as if he was thinking about something, and soon he showed a smile that was not a smile: "Please rest assured, Master Zhang, I will do my best to clear Vincent's name."

At this time, the netizens in the live broadcast room could no longer bear it and began to complain crazily on the screen.

"Zhang Tianshun is really old and confused. He actually let the real murderer clear his son's name. Isn't this a joke?"

"Yeah, if Lin Feng is the real murderer, he'll probably be lying dead next. After all, this is what he's best at."

"That's fine. Vincent finally took the blame for him. How could he take the initiative to clear Vincent's name?"

"Your statement is still too arbitrary. There is no evidence to prove that Lin Feng is the real murderer. Even if he is, he will definitely actively help Vincent clear his name. In this way, he can clear himself of suspicion to the greatest extent."

"Gao, why didn't I think of this? If he really helped Vincent clear his name, who would suspect that a person who solved the case was the murderer?"

"I was wondering why Lin Feng looked a little weird before he agreed to Zhang Tianshun. It turns out he was aware of this, too."

"From what you said, it seems that it has been confirmed that Lin Feng is the real murderer. Is there no other possibility?"

"This is the only way to attract the most attention. If I were Zhang Dachui, I would arrange it the same way."

"But I don't think it's that simple. After all. The student seeking revenge carries a deep blood feud and is planning to use a strange curse to kill people. If he kills one more person like Guo Lin, wouldn't that be inconsistent with the carefully prepared blood altar in the cave?"

"Yes, there is some truth to this statement. Could it be that Guo Lin wasn't killed by the student who wanted revenge, but died in a revenge killing? If it wasn't Vincent, then it must have been that Xiaolong."

"Ah, your analysis is giving me a headache. Let's just see what Lin Feng does. Otherwise, it's all in vain for us to guess blindly."

……

Since Hu Mingyue had already moved in, the two of them started eating not long after Zhang Tianshun left.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was a bit dull. Neither of them said much, but just ate in silence.

After dinner, the two returned to the crime scene in the academy.

At this time, the academy was silent, with only the rustling sound of wind blowing through leaves, as if telling the strangeness of this murder.

No doubt they wanted to dig up a few more clues.

But there is still a certain gap between ideal and reality.

The two searched the crime scene carefully, leaving no corner untouched, their eyes scanning every place like a searchlight. However, not only did they not find any evidence, but they also wasted a lot of time.

So much so that when they arrived at the funeral home to check on the bodies, it was already dark.

There was an eerie atmosphere in the charity cemetery, and the dim lights swayed in the wind, as if they would go out at any time.

Despite the harsh environment, Lin Feng did manage to find something this time. As soon as he lifted the white cloth covering Guo Lin's body, Lin Feng was drawn to his fingernails.

Because his nails were black, as if he had dug in the mud before.

Lin Feng felt a little suspicious and frowned slightly. He took out a bamboo stick and carefully cleaned out all the black stuff.

After he put the powdery substance on his fingers and touched it, he realized that it was not mud. He couldn't help but frown, and his doubts grew even more.

However, at this moment, a voice suddenly rang out: "Wow, why is there so much Dusk Flower pollen in his fingernails?"

The sound was particularly abrupt in the silent charity cemetery, like a flash of lightning cutting through the night sky.