Dear Officer Zhuang

Chapter 102 Hospitality
"He said that the banquet is too boring, it's better to go back upstairs to play games, I let him stay for a while. After all, we just arrived at the banquet and left, not very good. He was very upset, so he went upstairs first Yes. I stayed for 10 minutes and felt bored, so I went upstairs."

"The door of the room was closed. I swiped the door with my room card and saw Shang Xin lying there with blood all over his body. I was terrified at the time, and my first reaction was to call an ambulance, but the phone call If I didn't go out, I tried to call the police again, but the call still couldn't go out. I went downstairs to call someone." Fu Bingying finished in one breath.

"Did you notice anything unusual when you entered the room?" Wen Mi asked.

Fu Bingying thought about it carefully, and shook her head: "No. Even if there was something strange, I was too scared at the time, so I probably didn't notice it."

Wen Mi nodded, agreeing with her words.

She squatted on the ground, stared at the piece of pie in Dai Shangxin's mouth, and asked, "What is this?"

"I don't know." Fu Bingying shook her head.

"Isn't this something new for you and Dai Shang?" Wen Mi asked.

"No, we didn't order room service. Maybe Shang Xin went back to the room and ordered it himself." Fu Bingying said.

Wen Mi looked around the suite, denying Fu Bingying's guess.

If the pie in Dai Shangxin's mouth was one of the room service items he ordered.So why is there no other food or pancakes in the suite.It's impossible, Dai Shangxin only ordered the half cake.

Wen Mi carefully observed the pie in Dai Shangxin's mouth.

The cake is made of rice, minced meat, and eggs, and there are ingredients such as shallots that cannot be distinguished by warm honey.It doesn't smell fragrant anymore, at least not freshly made.

She took a few photos of that piece of minced meat rice cake.

There are no teeth marks on the cake.Wen Mi was more inclined to think that this meaty rice cake was stuffed into Dai Shangxin's mouth by the murderer after he killed him.

What is the meaning of the murderer doing this?

"Does Dai Shangxin like rice cakes with minced meat?" Wen Mi asked.

"I don't know," Fu Bingying said, "I probably don't like it very much. I have been with him for two years, and I have never seen him eat this thing."

Wen Mi looked at Dai Zhong and Duan Xianhong again.

Duan Xianhong was emotionally unstable, so Dai Zhong could only answer.

"It's not like he likes it, Shang Xin rarely eats this kind of food." Dai Zhong said.

Wen Mi nodded.

"You and Dai Shangxin lived in this room together?" Wen Mi asked Fu Bingying again.

"Yes." Fu Bingying said.

"Did anyone else come to your room after you two checked in?" Wen Mi asked again.

"No." Fu Bingying shook her head: "Shangxin and I stayed in the room all the time, and we didn't go down until the dinner party was about to start."

"Why are there three glasses in your room?" Wen Mi asked, pointing to the three glasses on the tea table.

There is still some red wine in the three glasses, but the amount of red wine is different.

Fu Bingying and the others were shocked, and only then did they notice the strangeness.

"Three glasses..." Fu Bingying stared blankly at the three glasses on the coffee table, and murmured, "Which one of them was used by the murderer?"

Dai Zhong and Duan Xianhong also thought of her guess.

Duan Xianhong's mood finally stabilized a bit. Her face was covered with tears, and she said in pain and resentment: "The murderer must be someone Shang Xin knew! Otherwise, Shang Xin wouldn't treat him with red wine!"

Dai Zhong added: "Look at Shang Xin's face, he was shocked, which means he didn't expect the murderer to kill him. He entertained the other party with red wine, and the other party actually killed him! That's why he was so surprised. Do not rest in peace."

"The other party is not only someone Shang Xin knows, but also hates Shang Xin very much." Fu Bingying said: "Uncle and Aunt, among the guests at the dinner party, who both know Shang Xin and hate Shang Xin?"

Although Dai Zhong and Duan Xianhong reasoned logically, they had to figure out who the suspect was, and neither of them could figure it out.

Because at this banquet, there were people who both knew Dai Shangxin and hated Dai Shangxin so much that they wanted him to die. They really couldn't think of anyone.

Seeing that the two of them were in a state of confusion, Wen Mi said, "If you two can't figure out who hates Dai Shangxin very much, why don't you tell me first, among the guests at the dinner party, who knows Dai Shangxin?"

Dai Zhongdao: "If it's just acquaintance, then Mr. Hu and Deng Xu both know Shang Xin. Apart from them, there is no one else."

Duan Xianhong nodded in agreement.

"What is the relationship between Hu Ruiquan and Deng Xu, and Dai Shangxin?" Wen Mi asked.

"Relationship... the relationship between nodding acquaintances." Duan Xianhong said: "I know that I have a son named Shang Xin. When we met, I said a few words to my son. It is such a relationship."

Wen Mi nodded.

No wonder Dai Zhong and Duan Xianhong couldn't tell who would be at the banquet who both knew Dai Shangxin and hated Dai Shangxin.

Hu Ruiquan and Deng Xu, these two people, at least on the surface, don't look like people who hate Dai Shangxin enough to wish him dead.

Wen Mi first wrote down these two names in her heart.

She expressed her own conjecture: "I think that the third extra red wine glass is not necessarily for Dai Shangxin to treat the other party."

Facing everyone's surprised eyes, she continued, "It's also possible that the murderer poured himself a glass of red wine."

Fu Bingying and the others repeated in amazement: "Did the murderer pour himself a glass of red wine?"

"When?" Dai Zhong asked, "Before killing Shangxin or after killing Shangxin?"

"I don't know about that. I think it's more likely after killing Dai Shangxin." Wen Mi said.

"It is confirmed that Dai Shangxin is dead, so the murderer can drink red wine leisurely. If he poured red wine for himself before killing Dai Shangxin, Dai Shangxin will definitely react. But here, there is no two people Moreover, once the two have had a conflict, the direction of Dai Shangxin's body may not be facing the door."

"Also, look here." Wen Mi beckoned them to the wine cabinet.

She squatted in front of the wine cabinet, pointed to the crumbs on the ground and said to them: "These crumbs, do they seem to be left from the meat-floured rice cakes in Dai Shangxin's mouth?"

Dai Zhong and the others squatted on the ground, carefully looked and looked, and then looked at the minced meat and rice cake in Dai Shangxin's mouth. They felt more and more that it was the crumbs of the minced meat and rice cake.

"The murderer not only drank red wine, but also ate rice cakes with minced meat?!" Dai Zhong guessed in astonishment: "The rice cakes with minced meat in Shang Xin's mouth was stuffed by the murderer?"

"I think this possibility is very high." Wen Mi said.

"Why did the murderer do such a thing to humiliate Shangxin!" Dai Zhong was furious.

Wen Mi felt that the murderer did this not only for humiliation...

(End of this chapter)