Bian Li took out a stack of photos from the briefcase he carried with him and spread them out on the counter. "This morning, philanthropist Li Jianming was found hanging to death at home. The scene was... Perfect."
Watson glanced at the picture. The photo showed a luxuriously decorated study room, with a well-dressed middle-aged man hanging under a chandelier, with an overturned mahogany chair at his feet. The scene was clean and tidy, with no signs of fighting.
"It looks like suicide." Watson said calmly, his fingers caressing the edge of the page unconsciously.
"All the evidence points to suicide." Bian Li admitted, "The suicide note, motive, traces at the scene... Even the surveillance showed that he was the only one who went home last night. My team members are ready to close the case."
"Then the case is closed." Watson took another puff of cigarette, "Why bother coming here to disturb a book seller?"
Bian Li was silent for a moment, seeming to consider his words. "It's my boss, Director Liu. He insisted that I come to you. He said... If you saw the scene, you might have different findings."
