"A murder in a locked room, the heart was ripped open, the fingers were... never mind, don't taint your ears."
Luo Beishi didn't have a good impression of Huo Qiuya, whom he had only met twice. On the contrary, he was always looked down upon by Huo Qiuya every time they met. So, it was already a wonder he didn't gloat over Huo Qiuya's death.
"What kind of locked room?" He respected the dead, but he was still a little curious.
Huo Cixiao recalled what had just happened, "Inside a tightly sealed attic room at the Lan Family villa."
"Holy crap, could it be the Lan Family I was thinking of?" Luo Beishi was originally just going to sit back and watch the drama unfold, but it turned out that this was happening at his classmate's house.
Huo Cixiao: "We haven't found the suspect yet, because everyone in the venue went up there, and the stairwell surveillance cameras captured it."
"Wait a minute, why is she at the Lan Family? Who invited her?"
" Hu Lian, Huo Cheng's fourth son, is an illegitimate child and has a timid personality."
Luo Beishi rested his chin on his hand. " Hu La has a fiery temper, so her son can't possibly be weak. I've looked at his profile before; he's had this personality since elementary school. If he's faking it, being able to fake it for ten years is truly impressive. What about the other details?"
Huo Cixiao: "Time is short, the autopsy results are not yet available."
Luo Beishi, "A locked-room murder, especially one that happened in someone else's house, means the Lan Family is likely a prime suspect. They have a clear advantage in terms of terrain and time; if they can't solve the case, the Lan Family's reputation will be severely damaged."
System: "Host, do you need Tongtong to do anything?"
Luo Beishi: "Of course, keep an eye on Hu Lian for me, and film him wherever there are surveillance cameras."
The system's functionality is limited to network and camera access; without these aids, the system cannot provide real-time monitoring.
He said to Huo Cixiao, "Given the current situation, it seems inappropriate for us to get involved. It might just backfire, and there's no need to."
Huo Cixiao: "Indeed, barring any unforeseen circumstances, Huo Cheng will come to my door tomorrow asking for my help."
Luo Beishi: "So, are you going to help?"
Huo Cixiao slowly shook his head. "I won't help him, but I can help your friend, after all, she took care of you."
Luo Beishi changed his mind. "We can assist in solving the case, but don't let your people act alone."
After saying that, he pondered for a moment and said, "The motive for the murder is the key, but Hu Lian's weak character has remained unchanged for ten years. I really can't figure out why he would kill Huo Qiuya. Or is there someone else who is the murderer?"
Huo Cixiao shut down his laptop and closed it, speaking as if it were a casual matter, "My mother was also murdered, but they couldn't find any evidence. Everyone outside said she committed suicide because she couldn't bear the illness anymore, but only I know she still wanted to live. Because the scarf he was knitting for me wasn't finished yet..."
Luo Beishi looked into his dark eyes, a fleeting sadness passing through them.
I know about this, but the system can't find any evidence. The statute of limitations seems to be around twenty years.
In fact Huo Cixiao wasn't at ease at all; on the contrary, a hint of fatigue would occasionally flash through his mind. He knew his husband didn't want him to worry, but he still couldn't help feeling heartache for him.
"Is that scarf still there?"
"It's in the collection room, but I put it in the most inconspicuous place, the place where no one will bother me..."
Luo Beishi felt terrible listening to this, and really wanted to rush over to Huo Cheng, twist his head off, and kick it like a ball.
Sigh, the topic was too heavy, so Luo Beishi had to get up and go over to comfort her husband.
"You were comforting me just a few hours ago, and now you're the one who's unhappy? Hmm?" Luo Beishi walked behind him and hugged him tightly, making him feel incredibly safe. Then she added, "Don't worry, heaven has eyes."
His words of comfort elicited a soft chuckle from Huo Cixiao: "Actually, it's nothing, it's just about getting a result. In the end, even without evidence, Huo Cheng won't have an easy time."
Luo Beishi ruffled his hair. "Honey, you're too kind. If it were me, I wouldn't give him a way out. I don't care if he's a murderer or not; any scumbag deserves to die a horrible death!"
As Huo Cixiao smiled and comforted Luo Beishi, he gently patted the hand wrapped around Luo Bei's neck. "Actually, it's not that sad. The reason I let Huo Cheng live a carefree life outside was simply to get revenge on Lin Lan and Huo Cifeng, because those two mistresses' sons are no good. That's why Huo Qiuya died."
Luo Beishi's eyes widened. No wonder he didn't care; he had known all along that Huo Cheng had many women, and that this would inevitably lead to disaster.
He remembered that when the system played the surveillance footage for him, Huo Qiuya never participated in the power struggles within the household; she always just watched from the sidelines... Now look what's happened, she won't even know how she died.
System: "Waaah, no wonder he's the big villain. Tongtong was wondering why Huo Cixiao always let Huo Cheng live such a carefree life. Turns out... the big villain thought so far ahead."
Luo Beishi: "As expected of the main villain, this time it's not in the atmosphere, but in outer space. At first, I thought he was worried about his sister, but I was wrong. He knew the crime scene was at the Lan Family and was just worried about me, afraid I'd be unhappy."
"Honey, go to sleep early, we can talk about it tomorrow."
"Um."
The next day
The hashtag Huo Corporation third princess Huo Qiuya was murdered# jumped directly to the top of the list. While some people were undoubtedly fueling the fire, it was actually Huo Corporation's family's lack of response and public relations efforts that propelled the matter to the forefront.
Luo Beishi called his class monitor, Lan Li, who told him that everything was fine. Thanks to the help of Ling Kai and Lei Long, the Lan Family's stock price had not fluctuated for the time being.
Although the wealthy social circle knows about it, no one online knows whose house the crime scene was.
Luo Beishi and Huo Cixiao did not intend to show up, but their husbands guessed too accurately.
The next day, Huo Cheng indeed came to find Huo Cixiao with red eyes.
Huo Cixiao didn't refuse and even let him in, intending to watch Huo Cheng's disgraceful behavior up close.
Huo Cheng lived up to expectations. His eyes were red and swollen, with dark circles under them. He was exhausted, and half of his hair had turned white overnight, making him look ten years older.
"What is it?" Huo Cixiao asked coldly first.
Huo Cheng, who was only fit to stand, turned pale with anger when he saw Huo Cixiao acting as if it were none of his business.
She's your sister!
"Oh"
"She's your sister! Aren't you sad...?" Huo Cheng couldn't finish his sentence.
But it doesn't matter, Huo Cixiao said for him, "She was the sister who pointed at me when she was five and asked me to be her horse. She was the sister who threw my mother's belongings into the water when she was six. In the freezing winter, I fished for her all night, but the harmonica was unusable, just like she died and could not come back."
A faint smile played on Huo Cixiao's lips.
Huo Cheng found it grating; it was mockery, ridicule. He pounded his chest in anger, "You! Huo Ci..."
At this moment, Luo Beishi interjected, "You should be grateful you didn't set off fireworks to celebrate. You should be secretly happy."
Huo Cheng, who had lost his beloved daughter, didn't sleep all night. Now, hearing Luo Beishi's voice, his head ached even more.