Destroying Evidence

　　 "James, we didn't come here to cause trouble, but to present new evidence that proves Ethan and Olivia are not the killers!" Emma said, hoping that James could be more rational.

　　"New evidence?" James turned his head to look at Benjamin.

　　"Captain James, I have something to do, you guys talk.

　　I'll leave first," Alexander suddenly said, expressing his intention to leave.

　　James nodded at Alexander and then shouted at Benjamin and Emma, "If you have any new evidence, show it to me." "We questioned Grandma Ava, and she can confirm that on the day when Olivia and William left until Ethan arrived at the crime scene, there was another person who arrived and left after Ethan arrived," Benjamin said.

　　"Oh really? If there really was such a person, then Ethan should have seen the killer, but he never mentioned it." "He did mention it, you just didn't pay attention." "Oh?" "He said he heard footsteps in the bedroom while cleaning up the scene, and those footsteps were made by the killer, the same mysterious person that Grandma Ava saw." "Is that so? But I remember Ethan said he checked the bedroom and didn't find anyone, how do you explain that?" "The killer jumped from the bedroom window to the balcony of Room 602 and left from there.

　　You can go back to the scene again and you will find the footprints left by the killer," Benjamin said as he took out the ring they found in Room 602.

　　"And we found this." "What is this?" "It should be one of the victim's accessories.

　　You can have the forensics department analyze it." "Okay, I'll go check on that." James took the ring.

　　Emma suddenly said, "We need to see William, we hope you can arrange it." "I'm afraid I can't do that," James said.

　　"What? James, we provide you with this crucial clue, and you can't even comply with this request?" Emma believed that James was intentionally making things difficult.

　　"No, I'm not trying to make things difficult for you all, but I also don't know where William is right now."

　　"What?"

　　"We have accused William of extortion, but considering it is his first offense and he voluntarily surrendered, we have granted him bail.

　　He left the police station before you arrived, so I also don't know where to find him."

　　"Well, then we won't bother you anymore." Benjamin turned around and left with Emma.

　　James believed Olivia and Ethan were the real culprits, but Benjamin strongly opposed it and found new evidence to support his claim, leaving James feeling a bit uneasy.

　　However, as an excellent officer, it was his duty to uncover the truth and clear the deceased's name.

　　He decided to personally confirm the new evidence Benjamin mentioned.

　　He wore a pair of white gloves and held a one-meter-long iron rod, staring at the seal on the door.

　　Since he killed her, her figure had never truly disappeared from his mind.

　　He had thought about coming back to take a look more than once, and this time, he had to come back earlier than expected.

　　What a fool I am.

　　He cursed himself in his mind all the way, realizing that he had left behind such an important clue that he had to take the risk to come back.

　　The small seal and door lock were no match for him.

　　He had broken into many places before to make more money to get through tough times, and this time would surely be no different.

　　The difference was that in the past, he broke in for wealth, but this time, it was to erase the mistake he had made.

　　As he tore off the seal on the door, he looked at the white glove on his hand and chuckled triumphantly.

　　He found that he indeed had a talent for doing bad things, becoming more skilled with each attempt.

　　Wearing gloves, he wouldn't leave any fingerprints at the scene.

　　He forcefully stabbed the iron rod towards the position of the door lock.

　　Despite its rusty appearance, it still functioned as it should, easily opening the door.

　　He walked in, gazing at the scene illuminated by the light shining through the hallway.

　　It was here that he killed her.

　　Returning to the murder scene made his heart race, half out of fear and half out of excitement.

　　He stood in place for a minute, taking several deep breaths to regain control of his emotions.

　　He recalled the places he had been that day and observed his surroundings.

　　He was afraid of being seen, so he didn't dare to turn on the lights.

　　Strangely, he could see everything around him clearly.

　　Perhaps he had imagined coming back here more than once, and every item in this place was deeply imprinted in his mind.

　　He had to admit that the guy had cleaned this place thoroughly.

　　Even though many police officers had been here, the floor remained clean without any dirt.

　　He knew where his mistake was, and that place was well hidden.

　　The police generally didn't check that spot to preserve the crime scene.

　　He went directly to the bathroom, grabbed a towel, wet it, and brought it to the bedroom.

　　Here is a translation that emulates the capabilities of a GPT-4 model and captures the appropriate tone and idioms:

　　"This is where that slut sleeps, where she was intimate with that man.

　　Upon seeing the large bed, a surge of anger rushed to his head, and he whispered, 'You bitch, you deserve to die! I should have killed you sooner, damn it!' He opened the window, feeling the cool breeze on his face, and along with it, his anger subsided.

　　He regained his composure.

　　The bitch has already paid the price for her mistake, there's no need for me to be angry at her anymore.

　　Now I must act quickly, the police could arrive at any moment.

　　I must eliminate the evidence I left behind before they come.

　　He vigorously wiped the window sill with a damp cloth, erasing the footprints left on it.

　　Satisfied, he left the cloth there and turned to walk towards room 602.

　　He entered that room by breaking down the door in the same manner, leaving behind clear footprints inside.

　　Luckily, he arrived before the police.

　　He found a mop and thoroughly cleaned the floor, ensuring that the police won't find any trace of his wrongdoing.

　　He abandoned the mop and left.

　　Pausing on the first floor, he remembered the incident when he collided with an old woman here.

　　I heard she was a notorious gossip, whether or not she saw my face, I must be cautious.

　　Just like erasing any other mistake, I must also erase her so she can never speak again.

　　'Wuwuwu---' Just as he was about to break the door, the nerve-racking sound of a police siren came from a distance.

　　He immediately turned around and ran towards the exit.

　　The police arrived faster than he thought, he must evade them.

　　He plunged into the flower bed in front of the building and hid.

　　The police car stopped in front of the building, and the police got out and entered the hallway.

　　They must be heading for the murder scene.

　　He smiled in satisfaction, these guys were a step too late, they won't find anything up there.

　　It seems I won't be able to work today.

　　He didn't plan on taking the risk under the watchful eyes of the police, he planned to leave the place.

　　Just then, a figure suddenly emerged from the hallway.

　　It was the old lady he collided with.

　　She glanced at the police car and then looked up at the upper floor.

　　He suddenly changed his mind.

　　She was standing less than two meters away from him.

　　This was an opportunity brought by fate, and he couldn't let it slip away.

　　He looked up; the sixth floor was already lit.

　　Even if those guys heard the noise, it would take them some time to come down.

　　He had plenty of opportunity to escape.

　　With gloves still on his hands and an iron rod gripped tightly, he didn't need much preparation.

　　He tightened his grip on the iron rod and charged out.

　　She must have heard the sound because as he swung the iron rod down, she suddenly turned her head and dodged to the side, at least he missed a bit.

　　She let out a cry of pain.

　　The sound made him panic, the police upstairs would surely hear it, he didn't have much time left.

　　Just as he was about to strike again, she tightly grabbed his arm, instantly a sharp pain shot through his arm and into his mind.

　　Damn it, is this woman a dog?! He forcefully pushed her down to the ground, finally freeing his arm from her grasp.

　　As she fell, he felt his fingers catch onto something, it slipped through his grasp and fell to the ground.

　　He paid no attention to what he dropped, only knowing that he had to act quickly.

　　So, he raised the iron rod once again.

　　'What are you doing?'"

　　"!" He heard a shout in the distance, followed by a guy running towards him from the opposite direction.

　　Unable to swing down the iron rod held in the air, if he were to engage with the newly arrived guy, it would waste a lot of his time and the police would also arrive.

　　He casually threw the iron rod into the flower pond and then whispered to the old lady on the ground, "You better not say anything in front of the police!" Before the police arrived, he disappeared into the darkness, feeling a sharp pain in his arm.

　　Pulling up his sleeve, he found that the bitten area, though not bleeding, had turned black with clear teeth marks that would not disappear for a while.

　　Damn it, if it wasn't for that guy's sudden appearance, I would have succeeded.

　　He quickly calmed down again.

　　But it doesn't matter, the police won't find any clues.

　　They might find the gloves and iron rod thrown in the flower pond, but those are useless.

　　He laughed triumphantly.

　　That old lady always causes trouble and must be dealt with, as well as that detective, they must die!