In the gloomy alley.
Ren Ye looked down at the phone screen, his expression somewhat puzzled.
There was only one entry in the phone's call history, and it was an unknown number with no name attached.
"Well?!"
Xiao Shuai asked urgently, "Did you figure anything out?"
At that, Ren Ye turned and carefully surveyed their surroundings. He saw that this place was very secluded and littered with garbage. Aside from staff from the nearby restaurants, ordinary people probably wouldn't come here.
He slowly bent down and peered beneath the trash can where Xiao Shuai had found the phone. He could faintly make out some bloodstains, though they weren't very obvious.
"What are you looking at?" Xiao Shuai asked.
"I suspect... Old Yan died here. Someone silenced him," Ren Ye said thoughtfully. "There are two possibilities. First, the phone belonged to Old Yan. Second, it belonged to the killer. But the former is more likely... We're very close to the truth. We're just missing the evidence that ties all the clues together."
Xiao Shuai pondered for a moment. "We do have some clues, but I don't think we're that close to the truth yet, are we?"
"No, we already have more than enough clues." Ren Ye shook his head, listing clues Xiao Shuai had overlooked. "The timeline the Teahouse Owner kept emphasizing, the Mahjong Game, the Proxy Paper Burning, the video recording with half of it missing, and all the details we've accumulated from the missions over the past few days... There are a lot of threads, but they aren't tangled."
"The details from the past few days are connected to this case too?" Xiao Shuai was somewhat surprised.
"Yes. The detailed descriptions in the earlier and later missions have to be connected, echoing each other and fitting together perfectly."
Ren