Song Ning did not even look up. "I believe in evidence! The timing of Lin Xiaoming's appearances is always too much of a coincidence! And I saw with my own eyes that man from beneath the Fuwai base stroll openly into Fuwai Hospital. He must have another identity outside, one we don't know about! I just don't know whether that man was Night Owl!"
Ten minutes later, Song Ning discovered, to her dismay,
whether she considered the timing or the distance,
there was no way one person could have appeared in both places at once.
If Lin Xiaoming was "Night Owl," he could not possibly have finished his performance and then rushed to Tangshan to save Buddha Lord!
To put it professionally-
he had no time to commit the crime!
He had a solid alibi!
"Lao Lei! Can you confirm that he was at every performance?"
Lei Ming lowered his head and took a thick envelope out of a drawer.
He tipped out quite a few photographs.
"These are photos taken at the performances! Everything from before the twentieth is here! The ones from the last few days haven't arrived yet!"
"That's enough! I saw Night Owl at the offshore Shipwreck Zone on the eighteenth!"
Song Ning took the photographs. Almost all of them showed Lin Xiaoming performing.
There were both close-ups and wide shots.
His acts were solo singing and erhu performances.
The location and time of the performance were marked on the back of every photograph.
Several were clearly labeled November 18, Datong.
That city was nearly six hundred kilometers from the coast at Tangshan.
With transportation as it was, there was absolutely no way the same person could have appeared in both places at once.
Song Ning was undeniably disappointed.
She rubbed the bridge of her nose.