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The door was not locked, and with a little force, it swung open. Inside, a beam of light streamed down from the rooftop, filtering through the cracks in the ceiling and illuminating the dormitory.
On the ceiling were dark stains left by a lightning strike. The dormitory itself showed no signs of damage; aside from the long cracks and black marks above, everything remained just as it had been when Yan Qing left that day. The water cup on the table and the hanging earphones were still there. It was as if nothing had ever happened.
What he had experienced felt like a dream. But upon looking up at the cracked ceiling, he was jolted back to reality.
"How is it that only this dormitory was struck by lightning?" Qi Qiuluo asked.
As everyone entered, they couldn't help but observe, realizing that indeed, this was the only room on the floor that had been hit. Qi Qiuluo's question echoed what everyone was thinking.
What a coincidence!
"Maybe it’s a setup by the system to interfere with our investigation," Tan Ming said, his gaze quickly shifting away from Yan Qing. The dormitory roster on the door concealed no one.
"The system can’t be that petty, can it?" Qi Qiuluo replied.
In his heart, Qi Qiuluo felt certain that Dr. Wang was not acting alone; he also suspected that Yan Qing might not be entirely innocent either. It just seemed too coincidental.
First, there was Zhang Liu's prediction that Yan Qing was the culprit. Then there was Yan Qing's concealment of his identity and his transformation into a wolf in front of everyone without offering any explanation. Finally, there was the lightning strike on his dormitory.
Setting aside the first two reasons, the third one was the most significant. The lightning strike on this dormitory seemed to loudly proclaim to everyone that the culprit originated from here!
"What about Zhao Xiang from your dorm? What kind of person is he?" Tan Ming asked Yan Qing.
He Zhengwei was already dead. If the murderer truly lived in this dormitory, then aside from Yan Qing, who was under suspicion, there was another possibility to consider.
Zhao Xiang wasn’t at school, Yan Qing asserted confidently.
"Are you sure?"
Yan Qing thought for a moment. "I should be able to confirm that."
Zhao Xiang was always busy, flying around with almost daily arrangements. If he were at school, he would definitely have contacted me!
"Contact you?" Tan Ming asked, puzzled.
He has me as his first emergency contact on his phone.
"What if he’s hiding? If Zhao Xiang is the murderer, could he be like He Zhengwei, afraid of being discovered and therefore hiding away early?"
"No way," Yan Qing said firmly. "Zhao Xiang isn’t that kind of person. If he were the murderer, I’d rather believe he would come forward."
"You don’t understand human nature," Tan Ming argued, feeling that Yan Qing's judgment of Zhao Xiang was overly naive.
In the face of life and death, human nature is extremely complex.
Yan Qing had always been at school, but Zhao Xiang hadn’t. He had mingled in the entertainment industry too much, seen too many scenes of fame and fortune; who knows how his character had been shaped? Yan Qing might not truly understand him.
"I may not understand human nature, but I want to believe in Zhao Xiang’s character!" Yan Qing insisted on his viewpoint.
As tensions began to rise between them, Qi Qiuluo observed Tan Ming’s slightly gloomy expression with a hint of mockery in his eyes.
What he disliked most about Tan Ming was his arrogance—he acted as if he were the only intelligent person in the world!
Internally scoffing, Qi Qiuluo’s attention was suddenly drawn to a uniquely shaped notebook on the table.
He walked over and casually pulled it out. It was a three-dimensional notebook shaped like a monster. As he opened it to the first page, his gaze became focused.
The others watched him, eager to know what he had found.
To their surprise, after reading it, Qi Qiuluo stuffed the notebook into Yan Qing's hands; it was sheet music.
"Huh?"
The notebook was snatched away from Yan Qing's hands.
Tan Ming took hold of the notebook.
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