Raising a Head
It really did invite speculation.
The scene in the room was horrific, but it didn't faze Fu Qian in the slightest.
He took in the situation at a glance. He could even understand the subtle expressions on Hao Ke and the others' faces—
Although Qiu was beside herself with grief, the scene before them, combined with what Lady Qiu had said earlier, made her role in this tragedy seem undeniably strange.
The two corpses were undoubtedly Yuli and her boyfriend. According to Qiu, after the two had hosted her, she'd suddenly left without saying goodbye.
Everyone present was used to violent confrontations. With the bodies right there, it was no trouble to make a rough judgment about certain things.
It was easy to tell that the two had died around that time.
Taken together, Qiu's earlier "abnormal" behavior, which had been hard to explain, suddenly had a perfectly natural explanation: when Qiu left, the two of them were already dead.
So even though she'd left without a word, no one had tried to stop her.
But that raised an even more serious question: why had she left without a word?
Because she'd found them dead and didn't need to say goodbye?
Or because she'd killed them herself and didn't need to find anything?
Either possibility truly challenged reason—and meant that Qiu had been lying earlier.
Even when they couldn't find Yuli last night, she hadn't mentioned what had happened here. Her later explanation had been that she didn't think they needed to disturb her just yet.
It was clear that Hao Ke and the others were reluctant to believe this possibility, caught in a fierce struggle between emotion and reason.
"Could someone have killed them, then mentally influenced Qiu and driven her away so she wouldn't be