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Unable to find a motive for murder, the truth seemed obscured by a thick fog, barely visible through the haze.
Purple Summers took the case file home with her, and before getting out of the car, she instructed Marcel Jefferson to look into Delilah Whiteâs roommate.
There were no signs of forced entry at the crime scene, so if the murderer didnât come in through the window, they must have had a key. Delilahâs roommate, who had never shown up, was another clue to be explored.
On Monday, Purple Summers purposely brought the handkerchief to school.
During lunchtime, everyone gathered in the cafeteria to eat, and Purple took out the handkerchief, handing it to Jane McCain to look at.
âCan you tell what brand it is?â Purple Summers asked.
Although she suspected that the handkerchief had been left by the killer, there were no labels on it, and she didnât know where to start. Jane McCain had a deep understanding of clothing, so Purple asked her for help. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âI canât tell.â Jane shook her head.
Purple Summers was somewhat disappointed.
âHowever, the owner of this handkerchief must have very good taste.â Jane McCain mysteriously added.
Purple Summers was slightly taken aback and quickly asked her, âWhy do you say that?â
Jane McCain pinched the handkerchief and gently rubbed it, confidently stating, âBecause the fabric of this handkerchief is excellent â it is West Indian Sea Island cotton, and pure cotton.â
âWhatâs so special about pure cotton?â Zara Jameson didnât understand and asked, âIsnât all the clothing we usually wear pure cotton?â
âItâs different.â Jane shook her head repeatedly, âWhat we call pure cotton in our daily lives is not really pure cotton. Itâs actually pure cotton fabric with 2% synthetic fibers added to overcome some of the drawbacks of pure cotton. But this handkerchief is absolutely pure cotton, without a single trace of synthetic fibers.â
Purple Summers vaguely understood and asked, âSo what you mean is⦠itâs expensive?â
âHow expensive can such a small handkerchief be?â Jane McCain laughed, then explained, âBut with the absence of that 2% synthetic fiber, the taste is immediately different. Just think about it, a person who cares about the natural material of a handkerchief must be very particular about their clothes too.â
She continued with an example, âItâs like 24k gold. Itâs valuable but soft. What if itâs replaced with 18k gold? Itâs harder but less valuable. People with real taste would never buy 18k gold jewelry. Once itâs mixed with something else, even if itâs still beautiful, the taste becomes inferior. What a terrible thing!â
Purple Summers couldnât quite comprehend how terrible the deterioration of taste could be, but she did gain something valuableâ
This handkerchief could not have belonged to the model.
Nor could it have been Second Young Master Gravesâ. He always chose the best and most expensive clothes, both extravagant and casual, and wouldnât bother to examine the composition of the fabric.
Ryan Wesley was also sitting nearby and had followed the conversation, praising Jane McCain unexpectedly, âI didnât realize you knew so much.â
Jane McCain was a little smug, âHow could I not have a few tricks up my sleeve?â
So todayâs lunch was especially harmonious, with the two of them not quarreling and even chatting happily.
Both Purple Summers and Zara Jameson found it quite unusual.
After lunch, Purple Summers returned to the classroom, sitting alone at her desk, pondering while holding the handkerchief.
Such fine material could not be produced in ordinary factoriesâit must have come from a luxury brand. If only she knew the brand of the handkerchief, as the luxury boutiques would typically keep their customersâ purchase records.
Purple Summers decided to ask Jane McCain again.
Jane wasnât at her seat and didnât seem to have returned to the classroom after lunch.
Purple Summers walked out of the classroom to see Jane McCain and Ryan Wesley standing close together near the stairs, their silhouettes from afar appeared somewhat ambiguous.
Purple Summers couldnât help but raise the corners of her mouth, a playful smile flashing in her eyes. She wanted to see when these two had ended up together.
She quietly approached and heard Ryan Wesleyâs helpless voiceâ
âStop talking nonsense all day long. Iâm telling you the truth, our Master Xander is engagedâ¦â