"...What did you say?"
"It was Jing Zhengwei who told me." Qian Yuya said firmly, "Jing Zhengwei was my brother's friend, and Yin Yinyin was the murderer who killed my brother. That's why he told me about Yin Yinyin."
Le Yu wore an expression like an old man staring at a phone on the subway. "Impossible!"
"Why is it impossible?" Qian Yuya countered. "Are you saying Jing Zhengwei couldn't possibly have been my brother's friend, or that he couldn't possibly have told me about Yin Yinyin? I'm not making this up. I have a letter from Jing Zhengwei, and he personally admitted that he was my brother's friend!"
"How could that be—" Le Yu was just about to loudly deny it when he suddenly choked.
There really was such a letter.
The first time he gave Qian Yuya money, Le Yu had written a letter so that she would accept the "dirty money of unknown origin." He had claimed to be Qian Yuliu's friend, that the two of them had been close enough to share a pair of underwear, and that he had specially sent the money to look after his friend's widowed younger sister. He had asked her not to be polite and to spend it freely.
But Le Yu had never mentioned "Jing Zhengwei." He had also deliberately sent the money anonymously. Bai Ye and Qian Yuya, who were far away in Flame Capital, could not possibly have known that the money had come from Unit 3—unless someone had fanned the flames behind the scenes...
Suddenly, his memories surged like waves. The schemes and intrigues of the dead came flooding back: Qin Leyin had discovered long ago that Jing Zhengwei was secretly sending money to a female student at the Flame Capital Imperial Academy, so he had sent