"Hmm..."
Ji Ting's thoughtful murmur broke the silence. Ji Yanzhi abruptly turned around, fixing him with an utterly solemn gaze. "I will never cheat on you as long as I live. I swear!"
"Tch." Shen Mu Lan immediately seized the chance to get revenge for the teasing earlier, even recruiting an ally for backup. "If swearing worked, heaven would've struck people down with righteous lightning ages ago. Right, Sun Ye?"
A dry smile lingered at the corner of Sun Ye's mouth as he nodded along. "At the very least, the State Security Bureau's interrogation building has never been struck down by lightning."
In other words, given his profession, oaths really held very little persuasive power.
Ji Yanzhi shot them both an irritated look. He was about to say something else to Ji Ting when Ji Ting spoke first, his tone as earnest as if they were having an academic discussion. "May I ask what model my gun is? A handgun? Or... a Barrett M82A1?"
At the technical name "Barrett M82A1," Sun Ye pressed a fist to his lips and coughed softly to conceal his amusement. Apparently, Academician Ji was a little angry-he had opened with a lethal weapon capable of punching through an armored vehicle.
Shen Mu Lan couldn't help laughing either. "Just an ordinary handgun. A 9mm."
"An ordinary 9mm handgun..." Ji Ting nodded slightly, slipping into thought. "In a relatively enclosed space like a bedroom... the positions of the dressing-table mirror and full-length mirror could be used to calculate the angles of incidence and reflection precisely, ensuring that after the bullet penetrates the first target, its trajectory is redirected by the mirrors to strike a second target at a specific location."
He spoke at an even pace, as though explaining a physics problem. "Both people would be killed.