"When I was chasing the guy who kidnapped you, I slashed his arm with a knife. Later, I suddenly stumbled into the scene of a murder, and the knife probably fell out of my pocket then. I realized something was wrong and ran away, without noticing anything else."
I just didn't expect someone to pick it up and use it to frame me.
"In other words, someone deliberately threw the knife—with your fingerprints on it and the police officer's blood on it—beside the trash can, intending to frame you and make you take the blame."
Su Qiao had already found it strange that a murder weapon had suddenly appeared and somehow become connected to him.
Li Jingtai pondered for a moment before saying with certainty, "The person who framed me was either An Yixi or Min Xingyu."
"It should be Min Xingyu."
Su Qiao felt that, in all likelihood, it was Min Xingyu.
Let's not forget—he was the Male Lead, and he had even wanted to kill Li Jingtai.
"But why would he kill his own teammate?" Li Jingtai couldn't figure that part out.
Su Qiao more or less understood the reason. "He probably lost control by accident."
"Didn't you say that Min Xingyu fought An Yixi at the time? He must have accidentally hurt his teammate during the fight."
As for framing him, that was naturally because Min Xingyu didn't want to lose everything he had now, much less go to prison.
Although it had only been an accident, someone had still died—and the victim had been his subordinate.
He definitely couldn't escape responsibility.
Li Jingtai nodded slightly.
That made sense. It was the only explanation that could account for why Min Xingyu had killed him to silence him.
When he had arrived, Min Xingyu had already been there,