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Several pieces of information had fallen into Lin Yuan's hands. Unsurprisingly, the accounts were mostly consistent; even after repeated questioning, there were hardly any discrepancies. The timelines matched up—could it be that he had made a mistake?
Zhang, however, had not noticed anything amiss with the others. It was Lin Yuan's contemplative demeanor that caught his attention. Did you know something? That Li Muze was particularly perceptive about the video; when I mentioned having two clips, his expression shifted uncomfortably. Although he later tried to cover it up, it was clear he was concerned about this matter.
We currently have only one video on hand, right? Were you doing this on purpose? But if he had nothing to hide, he wouldn’t have reacted this way. I’ll see where they are now.
When Zhang looked around, he realized that only one person remained where they had been just moments ago. He turned to the officer beside him in confusion. The officer explained that everyone else had gone to the restroom.
After a moment's thought, Zhang decided not to follow them. As long as they still had suspicions against them, even if they left the police station, they would have to return; smart people wouldn’t just walk away.
Meanwhile, in the restroom, Li Muze was checking the phones of several individuals, eliminating their suspicions one by one. The ones whose phones were being checked didn’t dare say anything and could only obediently hand over their devices. After reviewing all the phones, he found nothing of interest.
Could they have taken them home and hidden them? It wasn’t impossible.
Li Muze scanned their faces but still couldn’t tell who among them had secretly recorded the video. He spoke mockingly to the group, who were still oblivious to what was happening.
"Who would have thought someone could plot right under my nose? Do you think I suddenly wanted to check phones for no reason? Besides my own recording, there’s likely another video out there—perhaps even more comprehensive than mine."
"Impossible," someone immediately retorted. "At that time, we all had our phones on us; nobody took them out. There’s no surveillance in Meng Ruochu's room; it definitely wasn’t me."
Others quickly chimed in with counterarguments as well. "When you filmed the video, you could clearly see us, right? Just check and you'll know who was up to something sneaky. What’s the point of bringing us here if not to investigate? Have you considered that there might be police listening outside?"
This statement sent a chill down everyone’s spines.
The prolonged silence outside made a few of them feel slightly reassured; before coming here, they had confirmed that no one was following them. It was certain that they were under investigation by the police, but logically speaking, Meng Ruochu's disappearance shouldn't have been discovered so quickly. Ultimately, someone among them must have leaked information to the authorities.
If that person were to step forward now, I could let it go without holding a grudge. Although Li Muze was just a college student without a car, he spoke with a certain logic. Regardless of who it was, the priority was to find out who had betrayed them; otherwise, everything would be in vain.
An hour passed, yet no one admitted to anything. This was originally a trick set up by Lin Yuan; how could anyone possibly come forward? Could it be Song Lian? He had urged them to call the police when they were at Meng Ruochu's house. If he spoke up, everything would make sense.
But it wasn't him. As soon as this suspicion arose, Li Muze shook his head in denial. In the past, he would have unhesitatingly used the other party as a scapegoat, but now there was no need to do so since Song Lian posed no threat.
Song Lian's clothes didn't even cost more than thirty; his family was poor. If he wanted to shoot a video, he could only use a pinhole camera—something he couldn't afford. Though his tone was calm, there was an underlying disdain.
Being able to hang out with people like them meant that Song Lian was usually easy to bully; otherwise, they wouldn't have bothered bringing him along. It seemed like that; they had heard that his family barely provided enough for living expenses each month.
They had spent too long in the restroom. After leaving, they would discuss this matter further; for now, they needed to deal with the police.
The police station had initially decided to find someone first; if time passed without any leads, they would directly file a case. When they emerged, Captain Zhang was already waiting for them. After taking down their phone numbers one by one, his gaze locked onto Li Muze.
If they still couldn't find anyone tomorrow, the police would file a case and you all would need to come back again; at that time, we will call you.
Hearing that they would have to return tomorrow made several of the boys feel uneasy. After nodding in agreement absentmindedly, Li Muze was specifically asked for his parents' phone number and address.
"Li Ge, did they notice something? Why else would they only take your number?" One of the boys beside Li Muze swallowed hard. The image of Meng Ruochu's lifeless body still lingered in his mind; who could maintain their composure after witnessing a death?
If it weren't for Li Muze, none of them would likely be able to hold up under this pressure. Even a fool could see that they were being watched. "In any case, you all need to investigate who betrayed us. We're all in the same boat and should know what to do," Li Muze said half-threateningly and half-warned.
They had been following Li Muze for quite some time, well aware of the consequences if they didn’t heed his words. In the police station, Team Leader Zhang curiously observed Lin Yuan, recalling that someone from the capital had arrived recently, yet he hadn’t seen them around.
In response to this question, Lin Yuan explained that the person was currently in the technical department. He had asked Bai Qiushui to handle it, so it wasn’t a big deal; he wasn’t particularly concerned.
How was Zhou Xiao doing? The situation wasn’t looking good. If this matter was related to her, it would complicate things. Without a motive for murder, the two remained good friends. Even if Lin Yuan was somehow involved, there had to be a reason behind it.
She had mentioned that she discovered her mental illness at the age of ten, coinciding with Zhong Tiantian's birthday.
Who? Zhou Xiao.
Lin Yuan glanced at Team Leader Zhang. From Zhong Tiantian’s name alone, it was evident that her mother treated her well; Zhou Xiao’s situation was different. Often, such feelings stemmed from jealousy—those who received more tended to be more generous. However, this kind of generosity could easily come off as blatant boasting in the eyes of those who were on the receiving end.
The chemical agents found in blood could be used in daily life but required a certain psychological suggestion, something Zhou Xiao couldn’t achieve.
As Lin Yuan walked toward the consulting room, he continued speaking. Team Leader Zhang nodded along beside him.
I’ve reviewed the surveillance footage from the day they argued. Based on Zhou Xiao’s movements, it turns out she had time to commit this act. Even small convenience stores have cameras; by now, it would be impossible for all the footage to have been deleted.
Team Leader Zhang, please get someone to retrieve the surveillance from these stores. The Zhong Tiantian case needs to be wrapped up.
Upon entering the consulting room, Team Leader Zhang looked at the list of store names written on the paper and seemed momentarily taken aback.
You found this out directly? In the past, when reviewing so much footage, they usually had several people watching together. After glancing at Lin Yuan, who was focused on the computer, Team Leader Zhang put away the paper.
No need for anyone else; I’ll go undercover myself.
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