Just moments ago, there had been no conclusive evidence that Qiu Yu was M.
Sheng An had fired a lethal shot.
Then Qiu Yu had displayed strength beyond her own, along with Zhang Kun's Spatial Barrier, confirming that-she was M.
Sheng An still held her gun trained on her. "You're M. Why can't I kill you?"
"Were you that certain before you fired? What if I hadn't dodged it?" Qiu Yu persisted.
She was fixated on this one question now, seeking an answer she already knew, one she had even voiced herself.
Sheng An repeated her stance. "M concerns humanity's future. Better to kill the wrong person than let M escape. If you weren't M, if I'd killed you by mistake, I would accept punishment from the state. But the fact is, you are."
Qiu Yu wanted to say something, but when she opened her mouth, a mocking laugh came out instead. It grew louder and louder, more and more... crazed.
She had known all along what kind of person Sheng An was!
Why had she still held out hope?
Why had she still hoped this was a coordinated act, perhaps another round of baiting the enemy?
But what enemy were they baiting?
The moment she became a suspect, Sheng An no longer cared whether she lived or died!
No-
Sheng An had never cared.
Qiu Yu laughed so wildly that tears spilled from her eyes, her disheveled short hair clinging to her pale, tear-streaked face.
She raised a hand and tucked her hair behind her ears. Her smile vanished in an instant, her expression turning solemn-
"I'm not M. I'll say it again: I really saw that shadow. I really came here to pursue M. I don't know why my superpower suddenly became stronger, either!"
They didn't believe her,