Xu Dayuan waved his hand away.
"Don't beat around the bush with me, just speak your mind. I came over because I wanted to hear your and Mr. Liu's opinions. I always feel uneasy, can't quite put my finger on it, it's as if the killer is watching our every move."
Seeing everyone's gaze turn towards him, Zhou Ning did not pause. He pulled out a white sheet of paper from behind Mr. Zhao, with three names written on it.
"We know too little at the moment. We only know that these three women who were involved with Xu Qingquan—Li Li, Liu Meiling, and Zhang Fangfang—were classmates. Some say they were close friends, bosom buddies for many years, but Zhang Fangfang denied this relationship.
So I say, I understand why you need us to send people to Yunan Province, to analyze the hotel room from a trace perspective, to help find all information about Liu Meiling. After all, it's been over ten days since the 20th, and the likelihood of her having been harmed has increased.
