Zhong Xu could hardly believe his eyes.
In the large room, everything had been turned upside down—wardrobes, bookshelves, computer desks, sofas, and even appliances like the television, computer, and desk lamp were all flipped over.
Posters and paintings hung on the walls were also upside down; teacups and bowls were turned over on the underside of the coffee table, and books were stuffed into the bookshelf, each one placed upside down.
The entire room was a chaotic mess, a scene of utter disarray. It felt as if it were the work of a divine being, with everything overturned, or perhaps it was a cruel joke played by some devil on humanity.
Regardless, this did not seem like something a normal person would do. Zhong Xu would rather believe that all of this was caused by a distortion in time and space.
In his career as a police officer, he had never encountered a scene more bizarre than this. It was as if a giant hand had wreaked havoc in this room and then vanished without a trace.
What was even more chilling was the sight of a woman's corpse hanging upside down in the center of the room.
“Boss, did the devil do this?” asked Xiao Zhang, the detective standing beside Zhong Xu, his voice trembling.
Zhong Xu nodded slightly and replied hoarsely, “Perhaps.”
In this illogical room, no one knew what had happened.
...
The air in the basement was extremely damp, accompanied by a musty smell from years of neglect that made it very unpleasant to breathe.
If it weren't for some perplexing cases on my hands, I wouldn't have come to this godforsaken place!
My name is Zhong Xu, and I am a detective. Whenever I encounter some tricky cases, I come to this basement near Huangxing Park to seek help from my friend, Bei Chen.
I consult him not because of my own inadequacies, but because my friend suffers from a rare condition—Low-Risk Depression.
Although this condition causes him to suffer from insomnia or become taciturn, it also enhances his logical reasoning abilities significantly. Because of this, with his assistance, I have solved countless mysterious cases.
At this moment, Bei Chen sits across from me on a worn-out sofa, silently flipping through a stack of case files I handed him.
It has been two months since my last visit. He hasn't changed much; his pale face remains calm, and unless necessary, he can go an entire day without uttering a word.
Bei Chen is a young painter, as evidenced by the splattered paint on his jeans.
“How many people are dead?” Bei Chen asked casually without looking up, still engrossed in the files.
“So far, three,” I replied earnestly.
We have no leads in this case; we can't even identify a suspect.
On August 13, 2009, a female corpse was discovered in the greenbelt near Hongqiao Holiday Plaza on Zunyi Road in Shanghai's Changning District.
According to the autopsy report, the victim, Fang (female, Han ethnicity, 23 years old), died between 1 AM and 2 AM due to mechanical asphyxiation. The murder weapon used to strangle her was not found at the scene; it was clear that the killer took it away after committing the crime. Additionally, the victim had been sexually assaulted post-mortem.
From the on-site investigation, the grass was neatly kept without any signs of disturbance, while there were multiple abrasions on the wrists of the victim's hands, and the nail of the right thumb was torn. This indicates that the victim had engaged in a fierce struggle with the assailant, suggesting that the greenbelt was not the primary crime scene; rather, the victim had been moved there.
The department established a special task force to investigate this case, but after a week, there was no progress at all.
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