Defect another world

Room 1021, the room where Quan Changkong died.Strictly speaking, this should be Room 1020, but because Meng Fei changed the house number, it became 1021.

Meng Fei looked out the window.I don't know when it started, the night outside has ended, and now the window is like a reading lamp used by doctors to read films.

There was blood and that black "venom" all over the sofa and the floor.Professor Blange, Doluke, and Xiao Han were all carefully looking for a place to stand, for fear of damaging the scene.

After a while, Maliki was brought over.He frowned and glanced around the room, and asked with a sneer, "Director, I heard that you have something to do with me?"

Professor Bronge did not answer, but he saw a tall young man facing the bright window with only a black back turned around and said straight to the point in a very jerky gluttonous language:
"Mr. Maggie, the missing person living in this room was killed by you, right?"

"..."

The one who was speechless was not Mariji, but Dorouk, the security director.Maliki was a security guard, his man.If there is a murder in the Nautilus Building, and the perpetrator is actually a member of the Security Department, this is definitely the biggest failure in his career for him.

"Mr. Zhang, I want to remind you. As far as I know, Mariji has been in the lobby on the first floor since [-] pm today, and there are surveillance cameras to confirm it. How could he come to the tenth floor to kill?"

However, Meng Fei ignored Duoluke's reminder and asked directly to Maliji, "Is there something wrong with the surveillance camera in the lobby on the first floor? Around [-] o'clock tonight, the surveillance in the lobby was not recorded."

The camera is a strange and realistic law, and it's a strange and realistic law.

"The camera on the first floor did have a problem. So I have already made a bill to the maintenance department around [-]pm tonight. But the maintenance department will only repair it during the working hours during the day."

Maliki answered with a smile without embarrassment.

"Although there is no surveillance video in the lobby on the first floor, the cameras at the entrance of the gate, in the elevator, and in the corridors are all normal, which can prove that I have never left the lobby on the first floor.

"Again..."

He looked up and down the room again.

"There are cameras in the corridor outside here, and the windows are covered with tape. Even if I have left the lobby on the first floor, how can I enter to kill and then leave?"

Meng Fei shook his head again and again.

"No, you haven't left the lobby on the first floor. And this isn't a secret room."

After speaking, he walked to the corner of the wall by the window, squatted down, and pointed to the stained floor.

"Look, there's blood and that kind of black stain on this floor. It was left when Quan Changkong was killed on the sofa and moved to the window."

"Looking at the traces, it is indeed like this."

Doruk came over and nodded.He had carefully looked at the traces of this room during his initial investigation.

"But all the stains are left on the ground, and the walls and windows are clean. Isn't it strange? If the body was dragged out of the window, the traces couldn't have reached the floor, right?"

Dorouk knelt on the ground and looked up carefully.During his previous investigation, he only paid attention to the places where there were bloodstains and stains, but did not pay attention to the clean places.

"It's a little strange indeed."

He scratched his greasy head again.

"But none of the tape on the window has been touched, so the body must not have been dragged out of the window. It doesn't matter if there is blood on it?"

What he means is that if some supernatural force goes straight through walls and windows to take people away and eat them, what can we say about the traces we investigate?

"No. I don't think the murderer has any supernatural powers and can't penetrate walls."

Meng Fei broke open the carpet under the wall with his fingers, revealing the gray, self-leveling concrete floor.There is an almost invisible black seam between the floor and the wall.

"I guess every wall in this building can be dismantled. So the murderer tore down this wall before he started, and then killed Quan Changkong.

"When Quan Changkong's body passed here, the wall and the window above it were all removed, so blood and stains were not stained."

As soon as Meng Fei said these words, Duoluke's fat face was twisted into kneaded dough.

"How is this possible! Even if the walls of this building can be dismantled, how can it be done without the use of large machinery? Just rely on him?"

Doruk pointed to Mariji, who was tall but slightly hunchbacked because of his old age.He felt it was getting more and more absurd.

Then he pointed to the ground and the sofa and said, "Even if this is the case, what's with the black venom sprayed everywhere? And how did the big hole in the mouth of the bowl come out?"

Meng Fei touched the black stain on the ground.The stuff was dry and hard, like a patch of asphalt set on the carpet.

"I also thought that these black things that even the laboratory could not analyze were the venom of some kind of monster.

"Not really. The liquid wasn't completely dry when I came, and I smelled a somewhat familiar smell.

"Then I remembered that the smell was a bit like the smell of carbon ink I used a long time ago, for a fountain pen."

What Meng Fei said was a very long time ago when he was very young in his previous life.When he got a little older, the pen almost disappeared, and everyone used disposable gel pens.

Pretty much the same in this world.People used pens for decades.But now the pen has become a rare jewel-like collection.

"Maliki, I remember you had a silver pen?"

When they met in the bathroom on the eleventh floor, Meng Fei saw the silver pen in his hand.As a security guard at the gate, sometimes a pen is used to register people entering and leaving.His use of pens is a personal hobby.

"Ha ha."

Maliji took out the pen in his pocket, put his hands in the palm of his hand, and smiled at the large stains on the ground:

"Do you think these large black things are caused by the ink in my pen?"

"Yes."

Meng Fei nodded.

"When you dismantled the wall, Quan Changkong was still sleeping on the sofa. He was woken up by the sound you made and sat up.

"The sofa is too far in and you can't use it. In addition to the lack of time, you took out your pen from your pocket and stabbed him to death.

"Then you took his body out of the crack in the wall. You tried to delay the discovery as much as possible. But it was too hasty to clean the traces.

"The blood sprayed from Quan Changkong mixed with the pen ink and stained the whole room, only the walls you removed were still clean after they were installed.

"Am I ridiculous?"