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In front of a Luxury Apartment Building, the flashing lights of police cars pierced through the night, shattering the tranquility. The police had cordoned off the area, and outside the barrier, a crowd murmured and speculated. At the chaotic center stood a woman clad in a black trench coat, her wide-brimmed hat casting a shadow over her face, revealing only her tightly pressed lips and sharp, eagle-like eyes.
"Miss Silence, you finally arrived." A Middle-Aged Officer approached briskly, his tone laced with both respect and urgency. "This case is too bizarre; we can't find any leads."
Silence nodded slightly, choosing not to speak. She gently lifted the police tape and stepped into the crime scene. The victim was a Young Woman, dressed elegantly, her face serene as if she were merely asleep. However, the scene inside sent chills down one's spine: all doors and windows were tightly shut, showing no signs of forced entry. There were no signs of struggle or conflict in the room, and the victim bore no obvious wounds or signs of poisoning.
"It was someone familiar," Silence whispered these four words as her gaze swept through the room, missing no detail. Suddenly, her eyes fixed on a half-finished cup of coffee on the desk, and a barely noticeable smile tugged at her lips.
Back at the police station, Silence sat in the interrogation room with all the evidence collected from the crime scene laid out before her. She examined each item with an air of calmness, as if everything was under her control.
"This cup of coffee is key," Silence said, pointing to a photo on the table. "The victim had a habit of drinking coffee, but according to the autopsy report, her caffeine level was far below what this cup should contain. This indicates she only took a few sips before stopping."
"So what?" a Young Officer asked in confusion.
"That's where the problem lies," Silence explained. "If the victim voluntarily stopped drinking, why would she leave an unfinished cup on the table? If she was forced to stop, how did the murderer manage to make her do so without leaving any traces?"
The others exchanged glances, shaking their heads in bewilderment. Silence continued her analysis: "Now let's look at this." She picked up a photo of the victim's phone; the last call record showed that she had spoken with an unknown number just before the incident for ten minutes. Shortly after that, she was murdered.
"Can we trace this number?" asked the Middle-Aged Officer.
"We've already checked," Silence replied. "The number is fake and cannot be traced back to a real device."
Faced with layers of mystery, Silence refused to give up. She decided to personally investigate the victim's social circle for possible clues. After some digging, she discovered that the victim had been closely involved with a man but that they had recently quarreled over some issues. What puzzled Silence even more was that this man had vanished after the incident.
"He must know something," Silence thought to herself. Using her network of connections, she secretly tracked down this man's whereabouts. After some effort, she finally found him in a remote forest.
Confronted by Silence's sudden appearance, the man appeared flustered. However, under Silence's calm yet piercing gaze, he quickly crumbled and confessed everything.
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