On the live stream, I committed the perfect crime

As time passed, more and more beauties in ancient costumes stood on Li Fangfang's side.

They glared at Lin Feng one by one, their eyes filled with anger and suspicion, and even looked like they were about to fight if they disagreed with him.

Li Fangfang stared blankly at the scene in front of her, feeling mixed emotions.

In an instant, her tears burst out like a flood.

She opened her mouth and tried to say something, but her throat seemed to be choked by something and she couldn't utter a single word.

When the beauties in ancient costumes who were surrounding her saw this, their eyes instantly turned red.

Their soft voices, like a gentle spring breeze, gently soothed Li Fangfang: "Fangfang, don't be afraid. No matter how powerful he is, he can't convict you without any basis or reason."

Lin Feng looked at the scene with a hint of helplessness on his face. He sighed softly and subtly winked at Chen Yan, signaling her to control Li Fangfang.

Then, Lin Feng said, "Okay, then let's go to the room where Han Qingming was murdered. I'll reconstruct how the murderer committed the crime."

Soon, everyone arrived at the room where Han Qingming died.

Lin Feng took out the high-tech props he had brought from the live broadcast from his pocket and gently placed them on the bed.

Then, he nimbly jumped onto the top of the wall, walked slowly along the wall to the roof, found the right position, and lifted up a tile that was facing the heart of the black technology prop.

Then, he carefully lowered the scroll and the dagger to the heart of the black technology prop using a rope.

That scroll is used to hold the dagger. ?

Afterwards, Lin Feng returned to the room, picked up a vase and showed it to everyone.

He pointed to a noticeable wear mark on the vase and said seriously, "Look here. If I'm not mistaken, this wear mark should match the handle of the dagger."

As soon as he finished speaking, he compared the vase with the handle of the dagger.

As expected, the two fit perfectly, as if they were tailor-made for each other.

This scene caused an uproar in the room, with everyone questioning it. "No, I don't quite understand what you mean. How does this relate to the murder that night? Maybe this is just a coincidence?"

"Yes, Mr. Lin Feng, if you only rely on this to solve the case, you won't be able to convince anyone."

Before everyone could finish speaking, Lin Feng fixed the vase on the two strings of a piano in the corner.

Seeing this, everyone rolled their eyes, their faces filled with disapproval, clearly puzzled by Lin Feng's actions.

Lin Feng seemed oblivious to everyone's reactions. He took out a guqin from somewhere and slowly walked out of the room.

The many beauties in the room were stunned. Before they could ask, a melodious and pleasant piano sound came in.

As the sound of the piano became more and more passionate, the vase that was originally fixed on the strings was suddenly broken apart by the strings.

The vase traced a graceful parabola in the air, and perfectly struck the dagger on the chest of the black tech prop.

With a single "puff," the dagger, as if cast by magic, pierced precisely into the heart of the black-tech gadget, going all the way to the hilt.

Everyone suddenly understood, but their faces felt hot, as if they had been slapped hard in the face.

Because they all remembered the sudden sound of the piano when Han Qingming died.

It turns out that there is such a sophisticated method of committing the crime hidden in it.

Then, they came to the room where Dong Yu died.

"I've already examined Dong Yu's body. I discovered that the real cause of death wasn't a pen piercing his throat, but poisoning," Lin Feng said seriously.

Although everyone lowered their heads slightly, feeling a little embarrassed to look directly at Lin Feng, after hearing his words, someone still asked weakly, "This is a secret room. Who could have gone in and poisoned him?"

"Poisoning, do I have to go in?"

Lin Feng said with a half-smile, "I've already contacted Dong Yu's secretary. He said that Dong Yu has a habit of biting his pen with his mouth and then spinning it with his hands. Therefore, if we want to poison him, we don't even need to enter his room. We just need to poison the pen and it will work naturally!"

As he spoke, Lin Feng took out another document from his briefcase and continued to explain: "The pen did contain a strong toxin. It's just that Dong Yu's death was too coincidental. When he turned the pen to point the tip at his throat, the poison took effect..."

As he spoke, Lin Feng glanced at Li Fangfang, who was not far away, and added, "Who was responsible for helping Dong Yu get the documents that night? There are surveillance cameras in the building, and we'll know once we check."

Everyone's voices suddenly stopped, and everyone looked at Li Fangfang in disbelief, their eyes wide open, and they didn't say a word for a long time.

Because only Li Fangfang would do this kind of work. She was responsible for various chores in the building, and helping Dong Yu get the documents was part of her job.

Then, everyone came to the room where Feng Dajun died.

Lin Feng took a deep breath, his expression solemn, and continued, "I was initially puzzled as to why I found half a chess piece in his mouth. But when I saw the black crystal bracelet on your hands, I suddenly understood. The victim's mouth wasn't actually filled with chess pieces. Instead, it was a black crystal bracelet that had been ripped off the murderer's wrist during his struggle. The murderer, desperate to create the illusion of a chess piece killing someone, stuffed all of the pieces into his mouth without noticing the extra half a black crystal."

Although many of the beauties in ancient costumes had basically agreed with Lin Feng's analysis, they still found loopholes in his words: "This is just your speculation. If you want to convict someone, at least provide solid evidence."

Lin Feng was not angry. He continued to look at Li Fangfang with a half-smile and asked calmly, "Where is your bracelet?"

This time, before Li Fangfang could speak, many of the ancient beauties said in unison: "Can't we just throw it away?"

Lin Feng nodded again, took a deep breath, and said slowly: "I have already checked. Feng Dajun did die from Eagle Claw Kung Fu."

"That's even more impossible. How could a weak little girl like Fangfang possibly have any martial arts skills?"

Xia Lian suddenly seemed to recall something and exclaimed, "Oh right, you said Feng Dajun's throat was cut by someone using Eagle Claw Technique. How could he have cried for help if his throat was cut? That sound could only have been the murderer's. And as everyone knows, Fangfang can't speak, so how could she be the murderer?"