Finding a case in Fog City was all too easy. Within two days, Lestrade had found one for Li Wei.
"The case itself isn't particularly complicated."
Once they arrived at the scene, Lestrade began briefing Li Wei.
"It happened on the third floor of an apartment building. Someone living on that floor came home from work and noticed the door next door standing open. They went over out of curiosity and found a body lying inside, then immediately reported it to the police."
"Have you identified the victim?"
"Yes. Charlotte Chris, a typist at the Prax Typing Agency. She also lived in this room."
Typists were somewhat like modern office workers, chiefly responsible for typing on typewriters. Since this era had nothing as convenient as computers, and typewriters themselves were troublesome to operate, many people hired professional typists to take down their dictation.
Even writers hired typists to work for them. In this era, typing was a suitable, respectable job that women with some education could find relatively easily, and it also gave them opportunities to meet men from different social classes.
Of course, the job's requirements were demanding. Unlike WPS or Word on a computer, where you could simply delete a typo and type it again, making a mistake on a typewriter meant tearing up the entire sheet and starting over.
In that sense, the profession left very little room for error.
"What was the cause of death?"
"A stab wound to the chest. We found no murder weapon at the scene, only bloody footprints left by the killer."
That was why Lestrade had brought Li Wei and Professor Henry here. Having bloody footprints readily available naturally made things easier.
As they spoke, Li Wei reached the crime scene. A thin, small man wearing glasses stood at the door