"You're drunk," Zhang Zhiyuan shook his head and said.
"Yes, I'm drunk, and only when I'm drunk do I spill everything!" Zhou Zhi burped, "Alcohol doesn't lie to you; it just magnifies your true feelings, making you realize that your usual self is nothing but a disguise!"
"Is there anything here for sobering up? I'll go get you a cup."
"Milk, green tea... there's everything in the fridge." Zhou Zhi lay down again, murmuring as he looked at the ceiling, "Big bro, you're not just an ordinary person, are you?"
Zhang Zhiyuan staggered to his feet and walked toward the fridge, "What do you mean?"
"In the serial killer case, most of the ideas were yours... and burning through the chandelier might sound simple, but just thinking about it, you know how difficult it is to execute. And... you can use a gun, not the kind in games, but you really know how to use a gun to kill. Such a person... how could they be just a normal character?"
