Now, that situation doesn't match.

Another possibility is that the victim jumped up to grab the rope and hoisted it around her neck with great force.

This requires a certain amount of arm strength, which is generally hard for women to achieve.

Moreover, not far from the bed, there was a dressing table and a stool, easy to move over, so there was no need for such an overcomplication.

That only leaves one possibility, the victim was murdered and the scene was staged to look like a hanging suicide.

But in such a case, you'd expect to find a stool even more.

This way, it would look more like a hanging suicide.

Was the killer too careless?

Or was it for some other purpose?

There are more suspicious points than just these two.

There is a patch of blood on the right side of the victim's chest, not much blood, similar to a stab wound, which also doesn't fit the characteristics of hanging suicide.

Luke's expression shifted slightly, revealing a contemplative look.

The investigative team began to examine the scene, taking the body down, and the forensic doctor also started to work.

David and Little Black were responsible for recording the testimony of the person who reported the crime.

Little Black looked at the white man, "You're the one who reported the crime?"

"Yes," said the man, his expression subdued, his eyes red as if he had been crying.

"What's your relationship with the victim, Courtney Bass?"

"She was my girlfriend."

"What's your name?"

"Peter Dester."

"How did you find out Courtney Bass had been killed?"

"I tried contacting her this morning, but no one answered, so I suspected something was wrong and came to check.

I knocked and called her name with no response, so I entered the apartment directly using the code.

After that, I saw... it was terrible."

David pressed on, "Just because she didn't answer your call, you thought something had happened to her? Isn't that a bit too sensitive?"

"The movie 'The Missing Lover' may not be released now, and Courtney wasn't in a good mood; she was feeling pretty down, and I really was worried something might happen to her.

She put a lot into that movie, mulling over the script every day, shooting on set incessantly, always asking me to help her rehearse her lines when we met.

The movie meant a lot to her, and suddenly, due to someone, it might not be released.

The impact on her was substantial; she didn't do anything wrong and shouldn't have had to suffer these consequences.

All the hard work of filming these days was for naught.

I truly worried she might do something drastic."

"When was the last time you saw her?"

"Last night,"

Little Black asked, "What time?"

Peter Dester recalled, "I arrived around nine o'clock and left after midnight."

"That's quite some time, what did you do?"

"She was upset about the movie.

I stayed with her, we talked, had a few drinks, trying to help her relax.

Then... we went to sleep." Peter Dester added, "I just wanted her to temporarily forget her troubles, to be happier."

Little Black nodded, "You did the right thing, I understand."

"Thank you."

"Was she okay when you left?"

"Of course, I only left after seeing her fall asleep."

"It was so late, why didn't you stay?"

"I wanted to. But she's a celebrity, constantly watched by paparazzi. If I left in the morning, it would very likely hit the news headlines, and neither of us wanted that.

So, I usually don't stay at her place, it's also a way of protecting her." As he said this, Peter Dester choked up a bit, "I never expected... if I had known this would happen, I would have never left."

"Bro, it's not your fault, you've done great, and nobody could have guessed what would happen next," Little Black patted his shoulder.

Peter Dester nodded, "Thank you, you're a good person."

Fed up with Little Black's worthless chatter, David cut him off and continued the questioning, "Did you notice anyone suspicious when you left Courtney's place last night?"

"No."

"How was her mood then?"

"Pretty good, just tired."

"Do you think she would commit suicide?"

"I find it hard to believe. Last night, we talked a lot.

I told her not to worry too much about the movie, even if she couldn't act again in the future, I could ensure she would live well.

We could get married, I would always take care of her.

I have the means, I can give her happiness."

David asked, "What's your profession?"

"I'm a dentist."

Little Black praised, "Good profession, my mom always wanted me to be a dentist. If my mom knew you, she would definitely like you a lot."

Fed up with his incessant babbling, David ended the conversation and handed Peter Dester his card, "Call me if you think of any clues."

"I will.

If there's anything I can do, you can contact me.

I'll do my best to assist you in catching the killer of Courtney as soon as possible."

Watching Peter Dester leave, David said to Little Black, "The captain is wise, had he paired me with you, I'd have knocked you out."

Little Black leaned to the side, retorted, "Luke and I make the best partners."

"Bullshit," David spat out the word and went back to the scene.

In the bedroom, Luke and others were gathered around the body.

Forensic doctor Hila had already completed the preliminary autopsy and reported, "This should be the primary scene of the crime; the victim's time of death was between ten last night and two in the morning.

The victim played poker before her death, with no obvious defensive wounds.

The body has two important injuries: strangulation marks on the neck and a stab wound on the right side of the chest."

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