Chapter 340: Chapter 340 Helping
The sound of Su Yamo’s shouting was extrely loud, instantly piercing through the door and reaching outside.
Fortunately, this voice was uttered in extre anger, differing sowhat from Yamo’s usual voice.
Still, it attracted the attention of the police outside, and several officers rushed to her room, started knocking, and drew their guns.
After shouting, Su Yamo realized she had made a mistake and imdiately peeked through the peephole to see the police’s actions outside.
Seeing that the police intended to burst in, Yamo, in a mont of desperation, quickly shouted with her changed voice, “I don’t love you anymore, I want to kill you, you have another woman—ahhhh—don’t co closer—”
Just as the police outside were listening carefully, they heard the frantic sounds from inside and breathed a sigh of relief, assuming the people inside were a quarreling couple, and exchanged self-deprecating looks before backing away from the room.
Once the police left, Su Yamo finally let out a sigh of relief, hurried to Wang Yan, grabbed his ear, and tugged vigorously.
Wang Yan yelped in pain, “Ouch, why are you pulling my ear?”
The police outside heard Wang Yan’s voice, which confird their previous judgnts, and they stopped paying attention to Yamo’s room.
Still pulling Wang Yan’s ear, Yamo shouted, “It’s all your fault, what did you just say?”
At that mont, Wang Yan had no idea how he had offended Su Yamo again. He thought he was quite far from offending her in any crucial way.
In truth, Wang Yan had no clue that what he said earlier had touched a nerve: telling a woman her chest is small is an unforgivable sin, even scarier than touching it.
Yamo pulled on Wang Yan’s ear, and the two tangled together, eventually stumbling onto the bed as Yamo’s leg bumped against it.
Being pulled by his ear, Wang Yan had no choice but to fall onto the bed along with her.
They conveniently fell right onto the pillows, each with one under their head.
Lying down, Su Yamo didn’t release Wang Yan’s ear. Instead, she intensified her tone, “Tell what you ant earlier?”
Wang Yan replied, “I was describing the murderer’s appearance.”
“So, your idea of appearance is that her chest is bigger than mine?” Yamo got even angrier.
“Not just that, the murderer is 1.65 ters tall, weighs ten pounds less than you, has brown curly hair, and wears a ring on her right hand’s ring finger, with a hexagonal gemstone.”
Hearing such details, Yamo was dumbfounded and asked in a daze, “How do you know all this?”
Wang Yan answered, “I deduced it from my inspection next door.”
“That’s incredible! How did you deduce it?” Yamo’s eyes sparkled with amazent.
Wang Yan shook his head and said, “Can you let go of my ear first?”
At that, Yamo finally realized she was still twisting Wang Yan’s ear and hurriedly withdrew her hand.
Wang Yan’s ear had turned bright red from the pulling.
Wang Yan rubbed his ear and grumbled a few complaints about unreasonable troublemakers in his heart.
Su Yamo, too impatient now, urged him repeatedly to begin recounting his deductions.
Wang Yan explained, “I knew the murderer had brown curly hair because I found several long brown hairs at the cri scene, and a matching curl in the victim’s fingers, hence deducing the murderer’s hair color.”
Hearing this, Yamo nodded, not too surprised, as she could have made the sa deduction if she weren’t in such a hurry earlier.
What intrigued Yamo more was how Wang Yan deduced the murderer’s height, so she hastily asked, “How did you know the murderer is 1.65 ters tall?”
Wang Yan answered, “I found a new, deep mark on the left wall upon entering, at a height of 1.55 ters, and a large scuff on the right. On examining the victim’s coat, I found a sar of wall powder on his left arm and so in his right middle finger’s nail, thus deducing the wall had rubbed against him.”
Yamo couldn’t help but appreciate Wang Yan’s detailed observation but still questioned its significance.
Wang Yan continued, “Since the hallway is narrow, only two people can walk through side by side, so I surmised the murderer and victim entered together, and the victim’s left arm rested on the murderer’s shoulder, with his middle finger extending outward, grazing the wall, which is why there’s wall powder in the nail. Hence, the culprit’s shoulder height is 1.55 ters.”
Yamo admired Wang Yan’s clever deduction, realizing she wouldn’t have co to the sa conclusion even with a thorough investigation.
Yamo then asked, more intrigued, “If her shoulder height is 1.55, how did you determine her actual height to be 1.65?”
Wang Yan answered, “Most people’s head height is around 20 centiters, making the murderer’s height 1.75 ters in shoes. From carpet impressions, I inferred she wore heels approximately ten centiters high, deducing her true height to be 1.65 ters.”
Yamo promptly asked again, “How did you know she weighs ten pounds less than ?”
Wang Yan answered, “Because the hallway is so narrow, two people walking side by side proves the culprit is slim. Judging from earlier when I tried to hug your shoulder, my middle finger couldn’t extend at all, indicating the murderer’s shoulder is a finger-width narrower. Thus, I estimated she weighs ten pounds less than you.”
“How did you deduce she wore a ring on her right ring finger?” Yamo eagerly sought all the answers.
“On the plastic needle used to kill the victim, there’s a smudge, suggesting it brushed against sothing. Considering the victim’s posture, the murderer likely sat on him, stabbing him with the needle. Hence, the smudge ca from the murderer’s ring on the finger, fitting the right ring finger’s position.”
“And how is the ring jewel hexagonal?”
Wang Yan raised the silk undergarnt, handing it to Yamo.
Yamo took it without thinking, then froze, realizing she and Wang Yan were lying on the bed, facing each other intimately during this conversation.
Even if it were just talking, now they were examining private attire during the discussion, causing Yamo to blush.
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