Late that night, Song Xiaotian and I saw the video online.
It had been filmed by a nearby resident.
Someone had set a car on fire near Lu Jie's residential complex.
When the firefighters arrived, they pulled four bodies out of the car: three men and one woman.
Once again, I barely slept that night.
When I checked my phone the next morning, the story had already spread like wildfire online.
Some said it was revenge; others said it was a crime of passion.
Some said a woman had cheated, and her man had killed her and her lover in a rage. Others said a man had cheated, and the woman had killed them both in a rage. In short, there were all kinds of versions.
The matter could be considered over, and Xu Dajun could be said to have gotten his revenge.
But Xu Hui's death remained a mystery.
Even Lu Tianxing himself hadn't known why Xu Hui had died.
Still, there probably hadn't been any great conspiracy behind it.
Xu Hui had been drugged at the beginning, but we didn't know exactly what drug it was or whether it could harm her body.
After that, she had been forced to drink a lot of alcohol. For someone who couldn't drink, suddenly consuming large amounts could cause alcohol poisoning and physical distress.
Moreover, most drugs could also readily produce other chemical reactions when mixed with alcohol, causing symptoms of poisoning.
In any case, Xu Hui was dead.
Perhaps that had simply been her fate.
Just like Ji Ziyang: an accident had suddenly happened, and just like that, he was gone.
Over the next two days, Song Xiaotian and I went nowhere and stayed in the shop.
With the whole thing having blown up so badly, we did feel somewhat