It was the missing Jiang Zhao. He had been hanged from the ceiling by a rope. Whether it was a coincidence or not, his head was lowered, and his blood-red eyes bulged from their sockets, staring straight at Miao Qing's face.
His gaze was filled with despair and resentment, as if asking why he was the one who had died.
"Jiang Zhao..." Bai Xiaojie looked up and saw the scene. Her body couldn't help trembling.
Ouyang Huanbin sat dazed on the floor, staring up at the body hanging high above. A bone-chilling cold came at him from every direction, enveloping him. He still hadn't recovered from the attack just moments ago.
Miao Qing glanced around and suddenly noticed a pile of scattered books atop the bookshelf, with several more stacked crookedly together. Judging by the height at which Jiang Zhao was hanging and where the stacked books had been, a strange guess came to mind.
Jiang Zhao had climbed to the top of the bookshelf, then used the stacked books as a step to hang himself.
In his struggle, he must have kicked the stacked books over, which was why the scene looked the way it did now.
After climbing down, he told everyone what he had seen and shared his guess. Jiang Cheng then volunteered to climb up and check for clues. What he found matched Miao Qing's account.
"Jiang Zhao climbed up using this ladder." Jiang Cheng ran his finger along it. It was covered in dust, clearly having been left there for a long time. When he shone a light on it, clear shoeprints were visible on the rungs.
At this, Fatty's expression turned uneasy. "So that means the woman he saw..." He glanced at Ouyang Huanbin, who looked completely dazed, and left the rest unsaid.
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