Love You Till the End-Chapter 1015 - 1014: Tell Me, Young Man—What’s Troubling You?

"Let’s see how things go." Qi Jingren toyed with the cup, appearing nonchalant about the matter. However, as the first witness at the crime scene, she was the most at risk.

"We need to think of a way to turn passive into active. Although Xiao Chen seems untouched on the surface, he must know some hidden truths behind the scenes, even if he wasn’t the one who committed the murder," Qin Shaobai analyzed.

Hearing this, Su Jiuyi was a bit puzzled, "It’s possible he didn’t commit the murder?"

Then who else could it be?

"That boss had previously bought firearms, but after he was killed, I checked his clothes and found that no bullets were missing. Later, no fingerprints besides his were found; the curtains were drawn, and it was impossible for anyone to know what happened inside. We can’t be one hundred percent sure that Xiao Chen killed him, but judging by the timing, he definitely has something to do with it."

"Right, Xiao Chen has a gun," Su Jiuyi suddenly recalled.

"A gun?" Shi Aoju frowned and looked at her.

"Yes, that day at Ciaos, I saw it with my own eyes. He had a gun tucked at his waist, which was hardly noticeable unless you looked closely," she recalled the scene she saw beneath the bar counter that day.

This mystery is like a web, including the surveillance issue, making it impossible to grasp. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Shi Aoju’s gaze grew profound, sensing that this incident was likely beyond his expectations. The opponent came prepared—first robbing his transported goods, then drugging him in his room. There was nothing in the visitor records at Ciaos; it seemed that many people, like Xiao Chen, might also have dual identities.

Moonlight cast a faint glow through the night mist, and the croaking of frogs beneath the window grew quiet. A breeze rustled the sycamore tree by the wall, causing the leaves to rustle.

After dinner, everyone left separately. Qin Shaobai went to Song Zhike’s house, saying he wanted to investigate the surveillance footage again.

In the hall, the light from the laptop shone on Song Zhike’s face. He frowned, squinting at the screen, his fingers hovering over the keyboard for a long time without moving.

Behind him, Qin Shaobai leaned on the sofa, hand resting on his forehead, frowning as he adjusted to the light from the crystal chandelier, then took out his phone to check the time.

"It’s already three o’clock. What are you doing?"

He had already taken a nap on the sofa, yet Song Zhike remained in the same posture, unmoving.

Qin Shaobai sat up, walked to the side, poured a glass of water, casually glanced at Song Zhike’s computer, and continued, "When I went to sleep, your computer was on this same page."

"..." Song Zhike pursed his lips, remained silent.

Qin Shaobai picked up a nearby stool, placed it with the backrest facing forward, and sat down, resting his elbows carelessly on the backrest, speaking in a laid-back tone, "Come on, young man, what’s bothering you?"

After speaking, he patted Song Zhike’s shoulder.

Song Zhike turned to look at Qin Shaobai, who looked as if he hadn’t fully awakened, his arm propping up his face was about to slide down, and his messy hair was styled into an unrecognizable shape. In short, he looked completely different from his daytime self.

"I’ve been thinking," Song Zhike began, "how can these people invade the surveillance system without leaving a single trace."