HC CH139
“I think I’ve made it clear. Luo Manchai’s death really has nothing to do with me. I guarantee I’ll never touch superstition again.” Compared to the panic during the last interrogation, Jiang Hui was much calmer, her brows revealing deep regret.
Like Ye Ruige, she was a delicate beauty, different from Luo Manchai’s bold, striking looks. Her entire being radiated an air of tranquility and detachment from worldly affairs.
However, after hearing Ling Lie’s description, Ji Chenjiao felt as if he had seen Ye Ruige with his own eyes. Ye Ruige’s composure emanated from a deep inner magnanimity and acceptance, while Jiang Hui’s was a disguise on the surface.
Who said this person’s acting was poor? She was clearly Oscar-level. She just didn’t use her acting skills for the right purposes.
Ji Chenjiao was in no hurry to present evidence. “Did Luo Manchai really tell you she had surgery to exchange Ye Ruige’s fate? But Ye Ruige said she didn’t know Luo Manchai; they only appeared at some work events together. She has no recollection of the necklace you mentioned.”
Having probably anticipated the police would verify this with Ye Ruige, Jiang Hui wasn’t flustered. “Officer Ji, you may not understand our lifestyle. Accessories like necklaces—we have so many. I don’t even remember how many necklaces I own. Unless it’s worth hundreds of thousands or millions, who would keep track? Luo Manchai hired someone to take an insignificant necklace from Ye Ruige. After all these years, it would be strange if she remembered.”
“Is that so?” Ji Chenjiao remained unhurried, deliberately flipping through the interrogation records. “But last time you said it had to be something worn frequently, something close to the body, to be effective.”
Jiang Hui’s expression froze for a moment.
Ji Chenjiao: “For Luo Manchai, exchanging fate was absolutely crucial. Since she already paid someone, why would she only steal an insignificant necklace?”
Jiang Hui’s eyes shifted left and right. “This… this is what Luo Manchai told me. I don’t know what she was thinking either. You’re asking me but I can’t explain it.”
Ji Chenjiao let out a cold laugh. “Jiang Hui, are you banking on the fact that dead people can’t speak?”
Jiang Hui’s head snapped up. “Officer Ji, I don’t understand what you mean.”
Ji Chenjiao leaned forward slightly. “Was it really Luo Manchai who wanted to kill you? Or was it you who wanted to kill your best friend Qiu Yubei?”
The corners of Jiang Hui’s lips trembled ever so slightly, then she forced an awkward smile. “What… what are you talking about? How could I do that to my good friend?”
“I’ve already consulted experts familiar with Country N’s customs about that fate-exchange surgery you mentioned. Although it’s bizarre, and people who’ve undergone it have experienced inexplicable accidents years later, suspected to be some kind of cosmic backlash.” Ji Chenjiao’s tone shifted. “Death during the surgery itself is extremely rare. Did Luo Manchai warn you that death during surgery was easy? Or did you research the information yourself and come up with the idea of using an accident to kill someone?”
Jiang Hui couldn’t maintain her smile. “No, I don’t know, it was just what Luo Manchai said!”
Ji Chenjiao took the transfer records and encrypted communication logs from Shen Qi and threw them in front of Jiang Hui. “Still unwilling to tell the truth? Luo Manchai did know the sorcerer you mentioned, but she hadn’t contacted him in years. On the other hand, you recently used the dark web ‘Fuguang’ multiple times to purchase encryption software, contacted the sorcerer, and transferred 230,000 yuan to him in two installments. You settled the final payment the day after Qiu Yubei’s incident.”
Jiang Hui’s face suddenly turned deathly pale, sweat from her hands soaking the printed records. A moment later, her raised shoulders collapsed. “I don’t know, I didn’t do anything bad!”
The evidence from the dark web was just one piece. Seeing she had stopped talking, Ji Chenjiao planned to detain her first and quickly search for other evidence. Right now, deep down, he cared more about “Fuguang.” After thinking for a moment, he sent a message to Ming Shu, asking if Director Xiao Yù’ān was busy and whether he could chat with him about something.
More than ten minutes later, Ming Shu called back. Hearing Ji Chenjiao’s voice, he laughed. “It really is you.”
Ji Chenjiao was a bit puzzled and even checked his phone. It was definitely his.
“I thought it was that Ling brat stealing your phone. Is he there?”
Since returning from Dongye City last time, Ji Chenjiao knew Ling Lie had an unusual relationship with Xiao and Ming—there was friction and awkwardness, but they actually cared deeply about each other. Ming Shu, because of Xiao Yù’ān, seemed to naturally treat Ling Lie like one of “their own kids.” In Dongye dialect, calling someone “dog-child” was a term of endearment for youngsters.
Ji Chenjiao explained there was a lead that might be related to the Special Action Team’s case and also related to Ling Lie’s background. Ming Shu immediately became serious and called out, “Bro, you free? Captain Ji has something about the Ling brat to discuss with you.”
A few seconds later, the person on the other end changed. Xiao Yù’ān’s voice was much deeper than Ming Shu’s. After exchanging pleasantries, Ji Chenjiao told Xiao Yù’ān about finding “Fuguang” while investigating the entertainment industry murder case. However, he didn’t mention too many details about their joint investigation with the Special Action Team in Feng City into “Fuguang” and “Xuetong,” because Xiao Yù’ān had transferred to a local position after all, and he wasn’t sure how much he knew about the Special Action Team’s cases.
Xiao Yù’ān said, “I know something about ‘Fuguang’ and ‘Xuetong.’ The Special Action Team is worried about ‘Xuetong’ appearing on a large scale and is gradually deploying personnel locally. Shen Xun mentioned this to me last time.”
Ji Chenjiao felt slightly relieved. Making this call was the right decision.
Xiao Yù’ān asked, “Captain Ji, what are you worried about?”
Ji Chenjiao was organizing his words, but before he could speak, he heard Xiao Yù’ān say, “Are you thinking that finding ‘Fuguang’ in a murder case that seems unrelated to the Special Action Team means this lead might implicate a larger conspiracy? At the same time, you don’t really want to immediately tell Ling Lie about this lead because for him, ‘Fuguang’ and ‘Chenjin’ are the biggest shadows.”
Ji Chenjiao sighed. “Ling Lie’s emotions are greatly affected by ‘Chenjin.’ In the Luo Manchai case, ‘Fuguang’ may have just appeared by chance. I really don’t want him to know.”
Xiao Yù’ān said, “When I met Ling Lie, he was eighteen—a very stubborn and strong kid. Whatever he wanted to do, he had to accomplish, and he hated anyone protecting him because of his temporary vulnerability.”
Xiao Yù’ān shared another story.
When Ling Lie first began training with the Special Action Team, he would sometimes experience tinnitus and deafness. This was fatal for any team member aspiring to become elite. During a mission, even extremely brief hearing loss could lead to mission failure.
Ling Lie didn’t want to be excluded from the Special Action Team because of this, so he pretended the tinnitus didn’t affect him at all. But he wasn’t just hiding his defect. With impaired hearing, he worked to make his vision and other sensory abilities outstanding to compensate.
After one high-intensity endurance training session, sniper training immediately followed. Anyone who’s done sniper work knows how important hearing is to a sniper. It was precisely at this moment that Ling Lie experienced tinnitus and completely couldn’t rely on hearing to calculate wind error. Yet Ling Lie’s sniper results didn’t lose to anyone else.
Only after the assessment ended did Xiao Yù’ān, looking at his performance comparison chart, notice his shooting speed this time was slightly slower overall than before.
This seemed like a trivial matter, but any small thing happening to Ling Lie might have a reason. Xiao Yù’ān talked with Ling Lie several times and even brought in Captain Fu Zhong, who had approved Ling Lie’s recruitment. Only then did Ling Lie reluctantly admit he sometimes couldn’t hear clearly.
Captain Fu took Ling Lie for a comprehensive medical examination. His intermittent tinnitus and deafness were caused by prolonged intimidation and gun threats at “Chenjin” during childhood—a neurological problem. After coming to the Yu family, no one knew about his ear problem, thus delaying treatment. By the time Ling Lie entered the Special Action Team, it couldn’t be cured. Once overworked or frightened, he might not be able to hear.
Ji Chenjiao listened with growing alarm. Xiao Yù’ān smiled again and said Ling Lie overcame this problem himself and “trained” his other senses to be incomparable. In recent years, Ling Lie had never experienced hearing problems again; perhaps he would never lose his hearing again.
Xiao Yù’ān said, “Captain Ji, I just want to tell you that Ling Lie is an incredibly resilient person inside.”
Ji Chenjiao frowned slightly and heard Ming Shu interject nearby, “That Ling brat used to be thin as a bamboo pole. I dressed him up and he wasn’t even grateful!”
Xiao Yù’ān sent Ming Shu away, then said, “Captain Ji, you’re teammates now, right?”
Ji Chenjiao made a sound of agreement.
Xiao Yù’ān said, “If you really felt you shouldn’t tell Ling Lie about this, I think you wouldn’t have made this call to me.”
Ji Chenjiao couldn’t help but raise one eyebrow. That sentence from Xiao Yù’ān pierced right through to the truth.
“Your hesitation shows that rationally you still think you should tell him, because you’re teammates and shouldn’t hide leads from each other. It’s just that out of personal feelings, you don’t want him to be upset.” Xiao Yù’ān’s voice was gentle, as if he were speaking at a leisurely pace. “When people face someone special, they tend toward overprotection and overthinking. I understand very well.”
Ji Chenjiao opened his mouth but made no sound. Someone special. Yes, Ling Lie was his special person.
“But actually, Ling Lie is stronger than many of us.” Xiao Yù’ān continued, “The suffering he endured as a child is beyond my imagination. If he could grow up well on his own, he can face any storm on his own as an adult. It’s just…”
Xiao Yù’ān suddenly stopped. Not hearing the rest, Ji Chenjiao couldn’t help but urge, “Just what?”
Xiao Yù’ān laughed. “It’s just that he’s now met someone who can shield him from wind and rain. This person doesn’t want him to be rained on or blown by wind anymore. From now on, he doesn’t have to live so hard. But that doesn’t mean he can’t face a bit of storm.”
Ji Chenjiao fell silent, then took a deep breath. “Director Xiao, thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Contact me anytime if something comes up.”
After his business trip, Ling Lie brought back a pile of local specialties. Ji Chenjiao watched him hang large and small bags all over his body, feeling both sorry for him looking like a migrant worker and finding it a bit funny.
Ling Lie had already told Ji Chenjiao the important information by phone before returning. Ling Lie glanced at Ji Chenjiao and felt like he was hiding something. So after distributing the local specialties to everyone, he sneakily slipped behind Ji Chenjiao for a surprise attack, hanging on his back like a monkey.
This was an office, after all. Ji Chenjiao seriously shook Ling Lie off. “Come with me!”
The two walked toward the “little black room”—the small conference room without windows. Shen Qi elbowed An Xun. “Look, Captain-Brother dragged my brother off to scold him. Why is my brother so naughty?”
An Xun: “I’m afraid it’s not scolding.”
Shen Qi: “?”
Ji Chenjiao closed the door. Before he could turn around, Ling Lie pressed him against the door. Cool lips that had eaten mint candy sealed over his. Ji Chenjiao’s pupils suddenly dilated.
When Ling Lie took the initiative to kiss, he was also like a cat begging for food—eyes narrowed into slits, kissing without much technique, whimpering softly, giving Ji Chenjiao the illusion that an invisible tail was wrapped around his lower back.
The mint flavor brought clarity and also brought intoxication within that clarity. Ji Chenjiao cupped Ling Lie’s face and deepened the kiss.
When the kiss ended, Ji Chenjiao was still immersed in the afterglow. Ling Lie asked, “Xiao Ji, are you hiding something from me?”
Ji Chenjiao’s eyes lifted at the corners, meeting Ling Lie’s gaze. Ling Lie’s eyes were clear as washed water, bright and transparent, as if they could see into the depths of his heart.
He was glad he had changed his mind the moment he decided to hide the lead. He reached out and pulled Ling Lie toward him again. “It’s not a core lead, so I didn’t mention it on the phone. When investigating Jiang Hui, Shen Qi discovered she had used the dark web ‘Fuguang.'”
Ji Chenjiao felt Ling Lie’s body stiffen for a moment.
But very quickly, he relaxed in his embrace.
“‘Fuguang’…” A frosty color swept through Ling Lie’s eyes. “How did she come into contact with ‘Fuguang’?”
Ji Chenjiao: “That point is still under investigation.”
Ling Lie nodded. Ji Chenjiao wanted to say more, but Ling Lie suddenly made a fist and lightly tapped his chest.
“What are you nervous about?” Ling Lie said with a smile.
Ji Chenjiao spoke insincerely, “Am I nervous?”
Ling Lie: “Look how tight your pecs are.”
Ji Chenjiao: “…”
Ling Lie patted them twice, admiringly praising, “But when they’re flexed, they feel really good.”
Ji Chenjiao covered Ling Lie’s face with one large hand. “I told you not to tease the boss of this territory—that is, me.”
But Ling Lie nimbly tilted his head away. “So I can’t even tease my own boyfriend?”
Ji Chenjiao’s upright expression was ruined by him, the corners of his lips involuntarily curving up. Clearing his throat, he had almost opened the door to leave when he finally squeezed out, “Not… impossible.”
Jiang Hui insisted Qiu Yubei’s incident had nothing to do with her. The Serious Crimes Unit needed more evidence. During communication with Country N police, news came that after emergency treatment, Qiu Yubei had finally woken up.
With the Serious Crimes Unit holding records of Jiang Hui’s virtual currency transactions through “Fuguang,” Country N police detained the sorcerer. Witchcraft had a mature gray industry chain in Country N, all tied to things like assassination. This time, with a transnational case involved, Country N police had to take it seriously. The sorcerer could only admit his bad luck, confessing he took money to harm someone—the client’s goal was to cripple Qiu Yubei.
Qiu Yubei survived the ordeal but still didn’t know the person who wanted to kill her was her good friend Jiang Hui. Learning Luo Manchai was already dead, she smiled weakly. “Serves her right! Serves her right! She finally got what was coming!”
The transfer records and the sorcerer’s testimony formed powerful evidence. Plus, Qiu Yubei had awakened. Jiang Hui’s eyes filled with rage, like a plaster statue gradually cracking in the sunlight.
Ji Chenjiao asked, “Do you have anything else to say?”
Jiang Hui’s breathing became increasingly rapid. Half a minute later, the serene classical facade she’d maintained vanished completely. Her upturned fox eyes were filled with greed and malice.
“But I didn’t kill anyone. Qiu Yubei isn’t dead yet, is she? I don’t constitute murder, and I didn’t lay a hand on Luo Manchai! She was stupid herself. The moment I expressed admiration toward her, she told me about this witchcraft. Qiu Yubei is also a cheap slave! Luo Manchai should be glad she didn’t just offend me! Otherwise I’d have killed two birds with one stone!”
Jiang Hui was too lazy to disguise herself anymore. Arms crossed over her chest, she rapturously described her perfect plan—
She and Qiu Yubei were never good sisters. She was skilled at disguising and maneuvering, while Qiu Yubei was a brainless idiot. When they were at dance academy, she casually helped Qiu Yubei once. After entering the entertainment industry, Qiu Yubei insisted this was sisterly fate, telling everyone they were best friends.
She didn’t object, playing along in this act of deep sisterhood with Qiu Yubei. Qiu Yubei was petty and also a green-eyed monster, always jealous of this and that, complaining to her whenever she had time. She listened patiently, sometimes even agreeing. At those times, Qiu Yubei, as if encouraged, would make a big fuss buying dirt on the other person.
In the circle, the dirt industry was very developed—pay money and things got done.
She looked down on Qiu Yubei, but being sisters with Qiu Yubei wasn’t without benefits to her. The entertainment industry had comparison groups. Qiu Yubei’s superficiality and malice made her appear even more pure and untainted. The innocent maiden persona she’d maintained these years hadn’t collapsed—Qiu Yubei deserved great credit for that.
And Qiu Yubei, sold out by her, still helped her count the money, feeling she had dragged her down, thinking of her whenever there were any benefits.
In the past two years, Qiu Yubei had become increasingly obscure. Occasionally exposed scandals even affected her. She could no longer extract more value from Qiu Yubei. Moreover, after years of plastic sisterhood, she increasingly couldn’t tolerate this kind of trash clinging to her.
But how to get rid of Qiu Yubei? She couldn’t think of a way for a long time.
Until the female lead role she’d secured was snatched away by Luo Manchai.
This role was one she’d struggled to win. Just because Luo Manchai was riding high, she had to play second fiddle. For a time, her hatred toward Luo Manchai exceeded that toward Qiu Yubei.
Qiu Yubei knew the female lead was originally hers and was the first to comfort her, viciously cursing Luo Manchai, bringing up old grievances again and again.
Only then did she remember—before, when Qiu Yubei was in the same group as Luo Manchai, she would send her voice messages cursing Luo Manchai almost every day. She even killed a Pekingese and threw it in Luo Manchai’s nanny van.
This matter was eventually covered up by Qiu Yubei’s unlucky assistant, but Qiu Yubei personally admitted to her that the idea was hers; the assistant just followed orders.
At the time, she thought Qiu Yubei was too boring and forgot after hearing it. Recalling it now, a plan took shape.
Why not make these two annoying people disappear together?
Luo Manchai acted like a diva and didn’t have good relationships with the crew. Everyone was polite to Luo Manchai, but no one was sincere.
Yet she occasionally sent “sincere” concern, acting weak while flattering. She could tell Luo Manchai wasn’t the kind of fool like Qiu Yubei, so she had to work harder.
After several attempts, Luo Manchai finally felt she was different from others in the crew and even specifically explained to her that replacing her as the female lead made her feel somewhat guilty.
“That’s all in the past. I actually complained about you too, but after spending time together, I’ve found you’re the kind of actor I want to become.” She said earnestly, “Rational, decisive, with great acting skills. I still need to work hard.”
Their contact gradually deepened. On one hand, she complained to Qiu Yubei that Luo Manchai was arrogant; on the other, she revealed to Luo Manchai the tricks Qiu Yubei had pulled before. Luo Manchai already believed Qiu Yubei killed the Pekingese and had no good feelings toward her. She was practically handing a pillow to someone who was sleepy, further gaining Luo Manchai’s trust.
Once, they found a place with no one around to chat. She once again expressed her distress at difficulty becoming famous. After a moment of consideration, Luo Manchai told her that if she really wanted to be famous, she could try witchcraft in Country N.
She pretended to be shocked. “You… surely didn’t…”
Luo Manchai quickly shook her head. “I used to be like you, crazed with wanting fame. Isn’t it popular in the circle to go to Country N to adopt little ghosts? I felt that wasn’t enough, so I researched a lot of local witchcraft and finally decided to try fate exchange.”
Luo Manchai said she went to Country N for this purpose and befriended several sorcerers. She contacted one of them later. After complex astrological calculations, he told her the target was Ye Ruige, who was at the height of her career at the time.
She did consider hiring someone to steal Ye Ruige’s personal items, but ultimately couldn’t take the final step. A very talented director she met at the time made her realize she had to pull back from the brink. She resolved her inner conflict, feeling that life has its own destiny. If she really couldn’t become famous, so be it—her life was already better than most ordinary people anyway.
After her mindset changed, opportunities actually arrived. She was invited to participate in Mystery Sky and exploded in popularity through her thinking and intelligence.
“I’m not telling you this to persuade you to believe in witchcraft. Those things are very eerie. But if you really can’t get out of this rut, you can learn about it. Who knows, maybe like me, you’ll suddenly see the light?”
Jiang Hui thought to herself: I did suddenly see the light.
She told Qiu Yubei what she heard from Luo Manchai, mixing truth with lies. Qiu Yubei immediately thought of exchanging Luo Manchai’s fate. Without any instigation needed, she volunteered to find the sorcerer to try.
She pretended to dissuade but actually encouraged. Qiu Yubei turned around and begged her to quickly steal Luo Manchai’s bracelet. She directly sent one of her own necklaces to Qiu Yubei, along with a few random strands of hair picked up from the ground. Qiu Yubei didn’t suspect anything, let alone verify it.
Next, she used the dark web “Fuguang” to purchase encryption software and virtual currency, contacting the sorcerer Luo Manchai mentioned. After negotiating the fee, the other party was happy to do some tampering during the surgery. When the time came, Qiu Yubei would surely tell the public she heard about this witchcraft from Luo Manchai. And she would conveniently step forward, ostensibly taking the blame herself while actually destroying Luo Manchai.
The higher Luo Manchai climbed, the harder she would fall. She had told Luo Manchai the Pekingese was killed by Qiu Yubei. Luo Manchai had ample motive to use her to punish Qiu Yubei, and the sorcerer’s contact information was indeed given by Luo Manchai. The sorcerer had already been paid off to keep quiet. The vast majority of people would believe Qiu Yubei’s ordeal was Luo Manchai’s calculated conspiracy.
And Qiu Yubei would also be hard-pressed to gain sympathy. People would only say she was a vicious woman who got what she deserved.
Only she could emerge unscathed from this farce. Though she would inevitably be splattered with mud, her long-standing persona would make the public believe she was just melancholy from lack of success and had asked Luo Manchai about how to become famous. Luo Manchai encouraged her to use witchcraft and introduced her to the sorcerer, but she ultimately gave up. The foolish Qiu Yubei would vouch for this.
What she didn’t expect was that Luo Manchai actually died, and she became a suspect in the police’s eyes.
Ji Chenjiao said, “Did Luo Manchai say she hired someone to steal Ye Ruige’s personal items?”
Jiang Hui nodded. “Yes, but she didn’t give specifics. Later we talked about Ye Ruige’s car accident. She said fortunately she didn’t become possessed, otherwise she wouldn’t sleep well at night.”
Ji Chenjiao asked, “Who told you about ‘Fuguang’?”
Jiang Hui was stunned. “Does that need someone to tell me?”
“What do you mean?”
Jiang Hui was also confused. Who told her about “Fuguang”? She held her head, desperately trying to remember. A year or two ago, she had heard of “Fuguang,” but couldn’t remember where she heard it. Quite a few people in the circle knew about “Fuguang” and conducted unsavory transactions there. She was tempted, searched for it, and found an entry point.
Was this a difficult thing?
After she finished speaking, she saw the police officer’s expression become frightening. She instinctively looked away, repeatedly emphasizing, “I didn’t kill anyone. I won’t go to prison.”
In the monitoring room, Ling Lie asked Shen Qi, who was also watching this interrogation, “Don’t you need a special channel to access the dark web? How could she just search for it?”
Shen Qi’s expression was even uglier than Ji Chenjiao’s. “Either she’s lying, or people in their circle are all target customers.”
Ling Lie raised an eyebrow. “‘Fuguang’ deliberately let them find it? How did they do that?”
Shen Qi: “Select a group, then based on program calculations, open access to some of them. Damn, but why?”
Ling Lie’s right hand supported his chin, the light and shadow from the video rising and falling across his brow and eyes.
After ending the interrogation, Ji Chenjiao had just reached the corridor when he saw Ling Lie. The two came to the balcony at the end of the corridor. Ji Chenjiao said, “The more we investigate, the more chaotic it gets. We were originally supposed to be investigating Luo Manchai’s death.”
“Then discard the later branches and return to the starting point,” Ling Lie said. “Luo Manchai’s behavior before being killed was bizarre. She went alone to a convenience store to buy red wine, was given the Killer card while playing murder mystery, and the killer dared to let the surveillance camera capture their photo.”
Ji Chenjiao calmed down to sort through the clues.
Jiang Hui admitted to plotting to harm Qiu Yubei but refused to admit Luo Manchai’s death was related to her. There was currently no evidence proving she hired a killer.
But actually, she had a motive to kill Luo Manchai.
The plan she described seemed seamless, able to defeat two annoying competitors in one stroke. But all she had more than Luo Manchai was a piece of paper with the sorcerer’s contact information.
Once the matter exploded online, there would inevitably be a flame war. No matter how reasonable she was, Luo Manchai’s fans could curse her to death. Could she really emerge unscathed?
Perhaps she initially didn’t think of killing Luo Manchai, but as the plan advanced, she became afraid, paranoid. Luo Manchai being alive was a variable. Why not go all the way?
“Wait a minute.” Ling Lie suddenly interrupted. “If this testimony from Jiang Hui is true, then it means Luo Manchai really did hire someone. So even if the witchcraft wasn’t completed, even if the theft wasn’t completed, there’s still one more person in the know.”
Ji Chenjiao immediately reacted. “After Ye Ruige’s car accident, this person in the know might casually mention that Luo Manchai hired him. If it reached the ears of someone with ulterior motives, Luo Manchai would be the culprit behind Ye Ruige’s exit from the entertainment industry.”
Ling Lie said, “I’m thinking of someone.”
Ye Ruige had said Wei Sheng once wanted to tailor a role specifically for her. In a director’s eyes, if a role couldn’t be presented, did it mean death? And was the person who caused all this the murderer?
The Killer card spun, finally held in one person’s hand. In the black fog, Wei Sheng’s face vaguely emerged.