At this moment, Xiang Shan became distinctly aware of one thing.
His friend Yawgmoth Voigt might not be able to come out from the solitary confinement for the time being.
Xiang Shan had initially thought that after Zhu Rong was caught, Mr. Voigt would be able to clear himself of suspicion and continue with his work.
But...
It turned out he was still unable to clear himself of the suspicion.
"Ex-wife... tsk..." Xiang Shan held his head. "Such a headache, why do people even get married? It's such a hassle."
Yawgmoth, who had a moral cleanliness complex, wouldn't plagiarize nor let others plagiarize his work. However, in the course of criminal investigation, "personal character" is a factor with low priority.
After all, anyone could be living with a mask in this world. You never know whether a well-reputed good person might turn into a demon in private.
At least the phrase "we all believe in Mr. Voigt" couldn't convince the UN Security Council.
—However...
