Yin Feng asked, "Has Axu figured it out yet?"
The tone of his voice causes You Mingxu to glance at him sideways, as though a perpetual underling has dared to claim equality with her.
She retorted with urgency, "What?"
Yin Feng's gaze, for the first time ever, became somewhat profound as he said, "After the murder, he dragged all of them to the kitchen, carelessly piled them together, and covered them with a table. He had no need to conceal the victims' identities, so I think this behavior represents the killer's post-crime fear and guilt."
You Mingxu remained silent. It was an odd feeling; Yin Feng's deductions had a point. And because they glimpsed this aspect of the killer's psyche, the previously blurry image of the murderer somehow became a little clearer.
"Therefore, the probability that the killer knew Xie Huifang is higher," Yin Feng continued, "He's among those you've investigated, you must have missed something."
You Mingxu frowned without saying a word.
