With the cannon fodder script in hand, it is easy for the king to change his fate

An Shuo first called Xu Zhao, but no one answered.

Then he dialed Zhou Jiayang's number, which was quickly answered: "An Shuo, what's up?"

An Shuo could faintly hear Zhou Jiayang's voice trembling.

"Officer Zhao is looking for you. He wants to ask you some questions," An Shuo explained. "Where are you? At school?"

“I’m here with my uncle,” Zhou Jiayang said. “What does Officer Zhao want to ask?”

Zhao Kehan ​​took the phone and said in a low voice, "Zhou Jiayang, is it convenient for us to talk alone?"

There was no sound for a long time. Zhao Kehan ​​was obviously very patient. After a long while, the other end took a deep breath and said, "Okay, then I'll trouble Officer Zhao to come over. An Shuo knows the way, so you can have An Shuo lead the way."

Zhao Kehan ​​sensed Zhou Jiayang's fear. Fear of what? Fear of being the next one to fall to his death?

Sure enough, there was a secret in this dormitory.

So what is the secret?

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Kehan, led by An Shuo, went to find Zhou Jiayang.

On their way, they also ran into Su Youcheng, who was patrolling the school.

Su Youcheng greeted Zhao Kehan ​​with a smile: "Officer Zhao, what brings you to the school again? Did you find a clue?"

"It's not convenient to disclose," Zhao Kehan ​​said calmly, his gaze sweeping over Su Youcheng as if trying to see through him, making the latter somewhat frightened.

Su Youcheng quickly raised his hand: "Officer Zhao, you don't still think I'm the murderer, do you? We need evidence for this, didn't we make that clear before..."

Seeing that Su Youcheng was going on and on, Zhao Kehan ​​took a deep breath, restrained his temper, dealt with Su Youcheng with a few words, and then left with An Shuo.

However, Su Youcheng's words could be heard from behind.

"The police officers these days aren't very competent. They've even started suspecting me. As I see it, something's fishy about this. Maybe my husband and I are just guessing that I've encountered a ghost."

Zhao Kehan's eyes widened, he couldn't bear to listen anymore, and he resisted the urge to go back and lecture him.

Just as I calmed down, I heard An Shuo next to me ask, "Officer Zhao, do you think there are ghosts in this world?"

Zhao Kehan ​​stopped in his tracks, his gaze fixed on An Shuo's face.

An Shuo is a handsome young man who stands out in a crowd, but the things he says somehow make him lose some of his charm.

It's a pity that such a handsome young man is acting so strangely.

He remembered that when Jiang Yizhou had his accident last time, this young man was talking about encountering ghosts, which made him feel helpless. It was also because of this that he had a deep impression of An Shuo.

“There are no ghosts in this world. Don’t believe in such nonsense. If there really were ghosts,” Zhao Kehan ​​paused, “I don’t know how many bad people would be punished.”

But An Shuo didn't seem to take these words to heart, and continued to say mysteriously, "But Officer Zhao, I think there really are ghosts in this world. I think the things that have happened one after another might really be the work of ghosts."

Seeing An Shuo's serious expression, Zhao Kehan ​​had another headache, trying to figure out how to persuade this young man who was caught up in feudal superstition.

He suddenly remembered that he had important business to attend to. It was obvious that Zhou Jiayang knew something, and that was the key point. He didn't have time to chat with An Shuo about ghosts and such for the time being.

Seeing that Zhao Kehan ​​had stopped talking, An Shuo also remained silent.

But the expression on his face was very certain, as if to say, "There really are ghosts in this world."

Ah-Zhu, who was floating beside her, chuckled.

Zhao Kehan ​​noticed that An Shuo was not moving and quickly asked what was wrong.

An Shuo snapped out of his reverie, but casually looked away: "Nothing, I was just thinking about what ghosts would do if there were ghosts in this world."

Zhao Kehan ​​rubbed his temples, suppressing the urge to lecture the young man so deeply entrenched in feudal superstition. The most important thing now was the case; finding clues as soon as possible.

Finally, he saw Zhou Jiayang in the principal's dormitory. It was a suite, which many teachers in the school had been allocated, and Zhou Hongjian, as the principal, naturally had one.

It's not surprising that Zhou Jiayang, the principal's nephew, is staying here.

But Zhou Jiayang's face was deathly pale, and something was clearly wrong.

"I've brought you to the destination, so I'll be leaving now." An Shuo tactfully departed.

The door closed, but An Shuo didn't leave. He stood guard at the door, staring at it.

Azhen walked through the door like that, and Anshuo seemed not to see her. Instead, he looked up at the sky outside and said in a very soft voice, "I said that there really are ghosts in this world, but no one believes me."

However, it was the first time he had ever seen it himself.

The other party seemed to have discovered that he could see it, so it would only occasionally appear in front of him.

He first saw it when Tan Ying was unfurling a banner at school. He was in the crowd and noticed a figure floating above Tan Ying's head. But when he looked closely, the figure disappeared.

A few days later, the other party reappeared.

Perhaps something has been confirmed?

If ghosts exist in this world, what would they do?

He might do something, or he might do nothing and just watch; he doesn't really know.

It was barely audible inside, and An Shuo had no intention of going in to eavesdrop, so he just gazed at the sky.

The room remained silent for a long time.

After looking around, Zhao Kehan's gaze finally landed on Zhou Jiayang: "Zhou Jiayang, don't you want to say something to me?"

"For example, why would the murderer make your two roommates fall to their deaths?"

At this point, he saw Zhou Jiayang tremble involuntarily, his pale lips quivering as if he wanted to say something but then closed his mouth again.

Zhao Kehan ​​leaned closer and stared into Zhou Jiayang's eyes: "I think the murderer hiding in the shadows won't give up. People involved in certain matters won't be let off easily."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Jiayang's fear deepened, and he was on the verge of collapse.

“Zhou Jiayang, if you don’t want to be the next one to fall, tell me the whole story. Trust me, I will guarantee your safety.”

“You can’t hide here forever, can you? Until the murderer is caught, you’re in danger at any time. The other party will be watching you all the time until they can make their move. You can’t live in fear like this for the rest of your life, can you?”

Zhou Jiayang bit his lip hard, his whole body trembling.

Finally, he closed his eyes briefly and said, "The murderer might be Su Zhen's parents."

“Really, it must be them.” He saw Zhao Kehan ​​frown and thought the other didn’t believe him, so he looked a little anxious. “Besides them, I can’t think of anyone else.”

"Right, if it's not them, then it must be someone who cares about Su Zhen. Yes, that's right, that's it. You can check who cares about Su Zhen. Yes, that's it. Apart from Su Zhen, I can't think of anyone who would target us."

“I don’t know about Liang Cheng, but the only person who would kill Jiang Yizhou is definitely related to Su Zhen. After all, if it weren’t for Jiang Yizhou…”

At this point, Zhou Jiayang suddenly fell silent.

Zhao Kehan ​​pressed further: "What would have happened if it weren't for Jiang Yizhou?"

The case seems to be making some progress; indeed, his suspicions were correct. (End of Chapter)