Chapter 111: The Small Hotel Murder Case (4)
With one hand restrained by the handcuffs, the Old Man reached his left hand into his right trouser pocket. He pulled out a cigarette case, flipped it open, and plucked a cigarette out with his lips.
He lit the cigarette, took a deep drag, and pondered for a long moment before saying, "There is a very serious flaw in the deduction you just made."
"Such as?" The Little Girl cast a profound glance at the smoking Old Man.
"According to what you said, when the woman got out of the car in front of the muddy road, she saw two light-red cars. However, when the middle-aged police officer told the story, he claimed there was a white car. That means the woman knew the police officer was lying, and the police officer also knew the woman knew he was lying."
"The middle-aged police officer essentially placed his own life in the woman's hands. Do you think that is reasonable?"
The chubby nerd was getting a bit dizzy from their exchange, feeling as if he were listening to a foreign language. However, he vaguely understood that there seemed to be a problem with the Little Girl's deduction.
Facing the skepticism, the Little Girl remained entirely unruffled. She crossed her legs and said, "First, when the middle-aged police officer was telling the story, the woman had already taken a shower because her clothes were soaked from the rain. She was wearing pajamas and didn't have her pistol with her."
"So, even if he lied, the threat the woman posed to him was close to zero."
"Therefore, what he needed to do was control the woman first and pin the blame for the hit-and-run on her. That way, we wouldn't believe a word she said."