I couldn't see clearly... I just couldn't see clearly at all.
The scene had been in a hidden corner of the night, where the light was extremely limited. Coupled with Meng Jiping's turmoil at the moment, he simply couldn't recall the complete scene.
Even Tong Guan, whose soul had entered his body, couldn't make out the situation at all.
He could only vaguely see the silhouettes of two people pressed together. They should have been Wang Xian and Ming Qi.
The viewpoint ahead was from Meng Jiping's perspective. At the time of the incident, he had indeed been closest to those two. Judging from the shadows of certain details, he seemed to have been dealing with them, trying to mediate.
Still, he couldn't see it clearly...
A flicker of anxiety passed through Tong Guan's heart. He too was suffering torment and pain, desperately needing to quickly uncover useful information.
But Meng Jiping's ability to withstand pressure was clearly inferior to his. Even the recalled scene suffered severe lagging, black screens, and crashes.
In the final frozen frame, Tong Guan saw the shadows of two arms appear in the scene. One grabbed the person on the right who had been arguing, while another arm stretched between the two of them.
The hand stretched between them belonged to Meng Jiping himself, indicating that he had officially joined the dispute. But that action was not necessarily meant to break up the fight.
That was because the other hand entering from the left was pulling on one of the people involved in the argument—a distinctly clear gesture of mediation.
Although the hand on the left was only a dark shadow, Tong Guan could recognize its owner. It should have been Zhai Ziyu.
Before his death, Zhai Ziyu had said that he and He Qing