"But since we're here, we might as well make use of it."
Luo Fei grabbed the nearby railing and pulled it fiercely. The rotating cover opened, revealing the elevator shaft below, with the rope and iron lock tightly stretched in the middle of the elevator, suspending it...
"Zhao, look, this is the hanging lock of the noose."
Zhao Donglai leaned in to take a look.
"Indeed."
"It seems the mysterious killer hanged someone here, but how did they manage to do it? There's no way to exert force from here."
Luo Fei crouched nearby, quietly watching the panel below, a hint of puzzlement in his eyes.
Zhao Donglai saw his expression and didn't disturb him, knowing he was pondering the issue.
At this moment, Luo Fei's profiling mind opened again.
The scene before him was reconstructed once more. Based on what happened here before, the detailed images flashed before his eyes like a movie, frame by frame.
