That earlier text had been sent from Song Xiaotian's phone, but Song Xiaotian hadn't sent it himself...
Zhao Laoqi's brow furrowed deeply as he asked straight into the phone, "When did you pass out? How did it happen?"
Over the phone, Song Xiaotian said, "I found Su Qian's address at three this afternoon, then went to take a shit in the school bathroom. I'd just pulled up my pants and come out of the stall when I felt something was wrong with the temperature. I passed out before I could even leave the bathroom."
"I just came out of the school storage room. I don't know who moved me in there."
After hearing Song Xiaotian's account, we quickly understood.
Du Yuwei had knocked him out. Only a ghost like Du Yuwei could have done it.
As for who had moved him into the storage room, either he had gone there himself while possessed by Du Yuwei, or An Ning had put him there.
An Ning had probably used his phone to send that earlier text.
I told Song Xiaotian to come over first. Hearing something wrong in my voice, he hurriedly asked what had happened.
"Is Su Qian dead?"
"She wasn't home. We don't know whether she's dead."
"But her parents are dead," I said heavily.
Song Xiaotian fell silent for a few seconds, then sighed. "I'll be right over."
After I hung up, Zhao Laoqi still looked grim. Suddenly, he reached over and started feeling around in my pockets.
I didn't know what he was searching for, but he soon pulled a lock of hair from my back pocket.
"What's this?" he asked.
Utterly bewildered, I hurriedly straightened out the hair. It was long, clearly a lock of a woman's hair.
"I... I don't know. How did that get