The next morning.
We took the death reports for Jiang Xiaoyu and the other two, along with some photos from the scenes, and prepared to head to the villa.
Song Xiaotian had obtained these materials. He had asked Brother Liu for the photos from Jiang Xiaoyu's death scene.
We planned to use them to comfort Sun Jiayu's spirit, then ask her to help persuade her mother, Ding Ruoning.
Seventh Master came that morning too. Without him, we wouldn't dare enter the villa.
When we met, Seventh Master looked displeased.
"You've got some nerve showing up. Some nerve."
"What's wrong?"
Song Xiaotian liked arguing with him. "Why shouldn't we show up?"
Seventh Master said, "If it hadn't been for you last night, Zhang Bo and I would have caught Ding Ruoning, and everything would have been settled."
"Hey, Seventh Master, that's going too far." Song Xiaotian said seriously, "You turned a blind eye last night too. How can you dump all the blame on us?"
Seventh Master froze for a moment, his expression turning a little awkward. "What? What do you mean, turned a blind eye? You need evidence when you say things like that, or you're slandering me."
That sounded very familiar.
When I had asked Song Xiaotian whether he had sent me a video, he had given me the same answer.
Song Xiaotian said, "Keep pretending. Go on. You're not honest at all."
Seventh Master snorted. "You broke the rules yourselves, and now you're trying to turn around and blame me. I won't accept it, and I won't listen. It's too early in the morning to argue with you."
Song Xiaotian scoffed and stopped arguing with him.
When we entered the huge villa again, both Song Xiaotian and I were still haunted by what had happened and didn't dare