"Th-this... was it you who killed him?"
Daniel froze for about five seconds. When he realized what Fu Qian meant, his face instantly went pale. He was clearly terrified.
In fact, Fu Qian said, he hadn't meant to scare him.
A corpse had appeared behind a strange door in the school storeroom.
An incident like this would make explosive news in any world, he imagined.
No matter how the news got out, it was bound to provoke a strong reaction. And when that happened, it wouldn't just be the school authorities coming around.
But Fu Qian's top priority was completing his task: getting home before sunset.
If this matter blew up, forget skipping class—he'd be lucky to get out of school on time.
Unless this guy agreed to keep quiet and turn a blind eye to everything.
So Fu Qian had decided to take the blame himself.
"You can think of it that way."
Facing the stunned Daniel, Fu Qian smiled strangely, like a deranged serial killer.
"Besides, I don't remember giving you permission to ask questions."
As he spoke, he even pulled the baseball bat out of Daniel's mouth.
Daniel's expression somehow grew even worse.
Fu Qian's current demeanor was a stark contrast to how he usually acted.
And this combination of seeming withdrawn but being violent underneath fit the image of a deranged killer hiding in the school all too well.
He had actually stumbled upon a real killer's hidden identity and dumping ground!
Daniel believed Fu Qian's implication completely. A chill ran through him, but he still forced himself not to call for help.
"Now do you believe me when I say I really have no interest in working with Media?"
Fu Qian looked down at him, smiling amiably.
"I think this is all a misunderstanding."
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