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Mo Xuan continued with a monotone voice, reasoning, "The figure in black who appeared at Seven Rooftops was not Xiao Hao, but Zhang Tianfan. At that moment, Xiao Hao had already been stabbed to death, his body tightly secured with ropes at the edge of Seven Rooftops. Before everyone arrived at the rooftop, Zhang Tianfan had been quietly hiding in a corner, also tied with a rope that was anchored to a window of one of the buildings. He wore black clothing to perfectly blend into the night, making it difficult for anyone to spot him. The arrangement of beach chairs into an audience seating was designed to lure people away from his location; he wanted them to think that the spectacle would occur in front of the audience, thus overlooking his corner. Everything was meticulously planned by him."
"At ten o'clock, after most of the audience had arrived, he used fireworks to draw everyone's attention. The fireworks burst in the night sky, illuminating the surroundings in an instant. Then, he pulled out a retractable prop knife made of plastic and without hesitation stabbed it into his throat, making the action appear decisive. After pretending to commit suicide in front of everyone, he jumped down; however, due to being tethered by the rope, he was temporarily safe. At the same time, he quickly cut the rope that secured Xiao Hao's body, so what truly fell was Xiao Hao's corpse. Everything happened so swiftly that no one had time to react."
"Xiao Hao's body was dressed in the same black clothing and mask as Zhang Tianfan. Zhang Tianfan used this switch trick to make us believe that Xiao Hao had committed suicide; thus, Bai Wei would be unable to collect the insurance money. His revenge plan seemed flawless."
"In fact, by reaching this point, Zhang Tianfan had already successfully sabotaged The Crescent Moon's sales plan and could have escaped unscathed. However, disillusioned with this world, he chose not to cling to life."
"During the time when everyone was focused on Xiao Hao's body, he swiftly changed into white clothing with agile and decisive movements before heading to Building Three's rooftop to repeat his trick. But this time, he truly killed himself and genuinely fell from the rooftop to end his painful and struggling life."
"This is the truth behind tonight's murder case and suicide case. If a thorough search is conducted within the community, we will soon find the black clothing, fake knife, and ropes that Zhang Tianfan did not have time to dispose of. These items will serve as evidence supporting my conclusions drawn from reasoning; ultimately, the truth cannot be completely concealed."
Mo Xuan paused here and yawned widely, his expression cold and his demeanor apathetic as if all of this had nothing to do with him. Meanwhile, Xuanyu, Zong Ze, and Detective Zheng were left dumbfounded by Mo Xuan's reasoning; they were deeply impressed and shocked by his deductions, their eyes filled with admiration for Mo Xuan and astonishment at the truth of the case.
"I'll immediately dispatch people for a thorough search!" Detective Zheng regained his composure after a few seconds, determination evident in his eyes as he spoke loudly.
"Oh," Mo Xuan replied casually, stretching his neck lazily before turning his cold gaze toward Zong Ze. With a hint of scrutiny in his eyes, he asked softly, "What is your relationship with Bai Wei?"
Zong Ze never expected Mo Xuan would suddenly address him with such a pointed question; his face turned pale instantly as he froze in shock and trembled slightly. After several seconds of silence, he finally stammered out, "She... she is my classmate Zhang Tianfan's ex-girlfriend." His voice quivered slightly as panic flickered in his eyes.
"What about before that?" Mo Xuan pressed relentlessly without mercy, fixing his gaze on Zong Ze as if trying to read something from his expression.
Zong Ze stuttered nervously, "B-before that? W-what do you mean?" Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he unconsciously clenched his hands tightly.
"What is your relationship with Bai Wei? Only you know the answer." Moments before Zhang Tianfan took his own life, he suddenly came to terms with everything. In an instant, he forgave Bai Wei for her betrayal and erased all hatred toward her. Thus, he sent a text message to you—his trusted good friend—saying something like, 'Please inform everyone that Xiao Hao did not commit suicide; the person who 'committed suicide' in front of you just now was actually me.' In the final moments of his life, he ultimately softened his heart and left the insurance money to Bai Wei; this was his last act of kindness.
"But what about you? Why do you conceal this text message? We don’t know what kind of story you have with Bai Wei. However, Zhang Tianfan has come to terms with it and let go. What about you?" Mo Xuan's voice grew somewhat somber, a hint of disappointment flickering in his eyes.
After a brief pause, Mo Xuan continued, "The text message is still on your phone; how to handle it is up to you." He dropped this statement and no longer glanced at Zong Ze. Turning away, he shoved his hands into his pockets and walked away slowly, his footsteps heavy. Xuanyu and Zheng Tianwei exchanged a glance filled with confusion and reproach before following Mo Xuan, leaving the stunned Zong Ze behind. Under the moonlight, Zong Ze's figure appeared particularly lonely and desolate.
In a hospital room, a little boy lay on the bed, his eyes filled with anticipation as he asked his mother beside him, "Mommy, where's Daddy? Isn't he coming to eat mooncakes with us?" The boy's voice was weak but brimming with longing for his father.
In response, two lines of tears streamed down Mother’s face, falling onto the pristine white sheets.
From then on, reunion would not grace the Mid-Autumn Festival but would remain a luxury in dreams.
Under the full moon, a beautiful woman in her thirties gazed up at the night sky, lost in thought, her eyes filled with confusion and sorrow.
She waited for her lover to return and celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival with her. Yet at that moment, she was unaware that she would never see him again.
All she could wait for was a sum of insurance money, though that was not what she desired.
What she truly wanted would never return.
In the face of true love, betrayal seems insignificant.
Though small, it ultimately comes at a price. Perhaps this is the cost of love.
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