A moment later, Poushi Qinglan suddenly remembered something and forced out a smile through gritted teeth. "I'm not feeling well. I'm going back to my room to get some medicine."
With that, she hurried to her feet and left along the corridor.
The officer standing guard in the corridor had originally wanted to stop her, but seeing her deathly pale face and how she looked as though she had seen a Ghost... or rather, as though she truly felt unwell, he figured something might really be wrong. He did not stop her, only followed after her.
Poushi Qinglan returned to her room and shut the door behind her. She headed straight for the Cabinet and pulled out two cups.
The cups carried the smell of detergent, traces left from when she had dealt with the poisoned water cup Jiang Xia had used.
She took off her shoes as well, removed the heels, and took out a bottle of medicine from the tiny space inside. She carefully checked the amount—compared with when she had hidden it there, there really was less poison.
...In other words, killing Jiang Xia and sinking him into the sea had definitely not been a dream.
All of these traces proved that it had truly happened.
But, but why wouldn't he die?! How had he survived?! And yesterday's shooting...
"Poushi... uh, Miss Qinglan." The officer at the door found her name a bit of a tongue twister. "Are you done?"
"Yes, sorry. I'll be right out." Poushi Qinglan swiftly put the heel back in place, slipped her shoes on again, grabbed her handbag, and turned to leave.
Right now, she had absolutely no desire to sit with those people and discuss the case. But reason also told her that she could not stay alone for too