I get the benefits, you take the blame!

"Goodbye." He Zhao held his phone and listened to it alone dozens of times. During that time, he occasionally questioned Gao Chun as well, and after more than a hundred questions, the other party did not make a single mistake, not even stumbling once.

Facts proved that ever since Shopkeeper Gao had been caught, he truly had not thought about playing tricks. Instead, he had obediently spilled everything he knew.

"Rollback."

Once the names and occupations of the remnants of the Great Vehicle Cult in Shangyang City had been deeply engraved in his mind, he immediately activated his Golden Finger and returned to the time period of the second save point in his mind.

The world abruptly froze, and the scenery around him rapidly rewound.

The car with its tires removed became "fully limbed" again, and the battered van left the corner of Wujiao Street as if the footage had been rewound.

In the third-floor bedroom of Shuxiang Yajuan, the Electronic Clock hanging on the wall directly in front of the large bed displayed the time—[06:30:05].

"Hoo—"

He put on his clothes, finished washing up, then went downstairs and drove to an internet café.

In the car, he used his phone to record the list of people Gao Caichun had confessed.

Then he entered the internet café, ran it through software once to ensure even professionals would be unable to restore the real voice, and used special software to send it to his new homeroom teacher, Zhang Song.

As the student the other party had the highest hopes for, how could he possibly not have his phone number?

Before long, Little Zhang received a text message whose sender name was all garbled characters.

"Fraud?"

One could not blame him for immediately thinking of telecom fraud. In recent years, overseas scammers