Under the expectant gazes of the officers, Jiang Xia continued filling the Progress Bar. "The murderer untied the pre-made fishing-line noose, connected one end to a sufficiently sturdy rope, then rotated this new noose—half fishing line, half rope—until the rope replaced the fishing line's previous position.
"This gave him a length of rope folded over and anchored to the Rooftop Terrace railing of the building opposite. He then tied a bag of heavy stones to one end, creating a pendulum-like weapon—the murder weapon that smashed the victim's head open.
"Once the victim was standing below the opposite building, the murderer could aim at his head and drop the bag of stones from the fifth floor, causing it to slam heavily into his head as the rope pulled it along.
"After swinging down to the base of the opposite building and smashing the victim's head, the stones naturally struck the wall across from them. That was why blood had been left on the wall there.
"Then the murderer grabbed the other end of the rope and pulled it into the room. As the rope was dragged, it kept scraping against the Rooftop Terrace of the opposite building, while the bag of stones was pulled along until it finally crossed the railing and fell heavily.
"As it fell, the stones first struck the room downstairs. Then the murderer dragged them back inside."
Hearing this, Hashimoto Maya finally understood what that thing that had brushed past the tip of his nose last night had been.
—If Uzo had not casually yanked him aside, the unlucky person lying inside that white human-shaped outline downstairs would have been him. By that count, his boss had actually saved his life.
Hashimoto Maya: "..." No, wait. If not for Uzo, he might never have taken this route