Nian Xi took out the love letter, unfolded it and then asked Hu Hao, "Do you know who wrote Duan Yang this love letter? Did he receive any other letters like this?"
Hu Hao read the love letter carefully, then shook his head and said, "Guys like us stay in the lab every single day. We're nerds. We don't have romance on our mind, so not many people like us."
Nian Xi was a little disappointed. Hu Hao scratched his cheek, said, "This handwriting looks a little familiar. I think I've seen it somewhere before."
"Think carefully."
"I don't remember." Hu Hao spent a short while thinking, then shrugged his shoulders and asked, "Do you think the person who wrote this is the killer?"
"No. I just don't want to overlook anything."
Nian Xi left the dorm and headed toward the lab.
Jiang Yuning followed behind her.
The two of them spent a while walking in the school. It was getting dark.
