Without Bai Xiaojie, if they still couldn't find a clue before nightfall, one of the three of them would die.
"How exactly did she die?" The Fatty stared at the knife on the table. He naturally knew Bai Xiaojie had died from blood loss after slitting her wrists.
But slitting her wrists didn't necessarily mean she'd killed herself. It was still unclear whether she'd done it herself or been forced by something.
In a place as haunted as this, nothing could be judged by ordinary standards.
Jiang Cheng picked up the knife, examined it, then put it back and casually picked up the phone on the table.
It belonged to Bai Xiaojie. Jiang Cheng remembered it only because it was rather unusual. Not many people still used old-fashioned flip phones these days.
The phone lay open, face down on the table. When Jiang Cheng picked it up, he found that the screen was still lit.
There was an unsent message on it. The first half spoke of longing for a man, while the second half turned into the most vicious curse.
Judging from the words, Bai Xiaojie and the deceased Miao Qing had a history.
The curse in the second half was even more direct. It was aimed at the three of them. Even before she died, Bai Xiaojie had blamed Miao Qing's death on their scheming, believing the three of them had killed Miao Qing.
As expected, people who lost control of their emotions had no reason left. Jiang Cheng didn't hate her, nor did he pity her. This woman blamed everyone else for every bad outcome and never reflected on herself. She was bound to die, sooner or later.
Besides, Jiang Cheng didn't think the woman's love for Miao Qing was all that noble or profound. She'd chosen