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Yan Qing placed his hand on his chest, feeling an indescribable sense of helplessness wash over him, making it hard for him to breathe. The line between reality and illusion blurred, and he preferred to believe that everything was just a dream.
Fortunately, what they had experienced was not an illusion.
The yellow-haired boy quickly caught on and clarified their conversation. His expression changed immediately. He frantically rummaged through his pockets, almost dropping his phone in the process.
With trembling hands, he finally managed to unlock the device after failing to input the password three times. He opened the photo gallery and pulled up a picture, his voice shaking as he asked, “Is this him?”
Yan Qing and Tan Ming looked at the photo. Yan Qing furrowed his brow and said, “Isn’t this you?” Aside from the different clothing, the person in the photo looked exactly like the yellow-haired boy, even down to the hair color.
“That’s not me; that’s my brother. Look closely; we still have our differences,” the yellow-haired boy replied urgently, his breathing becoming more rapid.
“Brother?” Yan Qing was taken aback, his mind going blank.
Tan Ming zoomed in on the photo, examining it closely. His gaze lingered on the black diamond earrings worn by the person in the picture before glancing at Qi Qiuluo. “He has ear piercings; you don’t.”
“You can tell that?” Yan Qing looked at them in surprise, secretly admiring Tan Ming's keen observation.
“Yeah. We’re fraternal twins, so we look very similar. Our parents raised us to be alike in everything when we were kids, which is why we ended up at the same university and in the same major,” the yellow-haired boy said with a hint of a wry smile.
“What major?” Yan Qing asked curiously, thinking how inseparable these brothers were.
“Film and Television Directing,” the yellow-haired boy replied.
“That’s nice,” Yan Qing thought to himself, inwardly critiquing their choice of major. They should have chosen acting instead; they could easily swap roles since no one would be able to tell them apart.
“Then why did you kill someone?” Tan Ming suddenly interjected, his voice cold enough to startle the yellow-haired boy.
“I didn’t kill anyone!” The yellow-haired boy nearly jumped up, his face flushed with anger as he desperately explained. “I just happened to be there when that person died! Who knew it would happen so coincidentally? I’ve really had the worst luck!”
The reaction of the yellow-haired man was genuine and natural, unlike someone trying to put on an act. It seemed that the yellow-haired man had indeed died; they must have mistaken him for someone else.
Suddenly, Tan Ming sprang into action, quickly grabbing hold of the yellow-haired man.
"Huh?" The yellow-haired man looked confused, his eyes wide open as he stared directly at Tan Ming, completely bewildered by this sudden move.
Tan Ming tightened his grip and whispered urgently, "Search!"
Yan Qing immediately reacted, deftly searching the yellow-haired man's body without missing a single spot. After a thorough examination, he shook his head in resignation. "Nothing."
It appeared he truly wasn't a messenger, Tan Ming thought to himself. If he were a messenger, he would surely have some kind of identification on him. Yet after the search, nothing had been found.
"What exactly is a messenger?" The yellow-haired man was growing anxious, stamping his feet and veins bulging on his forehead.
Yan Qing patiently explained the situation to him. Once finished, he stepped forward, put an arm around the man's shoulders, and said in a gentle tone, "Buddy, I'm really sorry about this."
The yellow-haired man had no interest in hearing his apology. He silently squatted in a corner, burying his head deep in his knees, curling up into a ball.
Yan Qing was puzzled by this behavior and was about to ask what he was doing when suddenly the yellow-haired man let out a sharp cry of despair. His voice was piercing and filled with sorrow and hopelessness.
"My brother is gone!" he cried out between sobs.
Wasn't this reaction a bit delayed? Yan Qing scratched his head in confusion.
The yellow-haired man's name was Qi Qiuluo. Ever since they had left the teaching building, he had been stubbornly following them around. The reason? Simply because Tan Ming had promised to help him explain that he hadn’t killed anyone.
At that moment, the broadcast crackled to life again: "Please, messengers proceed to the action building." The announcement repeated three times in Shen Jianghuan's familiar voice.
A few seconds after the broadcast ended, it sounded again: "Tan Ming, please run to the action building. Hurry up!"
This time it repeated three times as well.
Run? Hurry up?
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