The ascetic Miss Wen will sleep alone tonight.
She didn't sleep well, trapped in a dream, unable to wake up.
"We were all panicking, so we called him."
It was Zheng Lvhong's voice.
"He said just find a scapegoat."
"He instructed us on how to do it, telling us to find the three people with the highest call frequency in Fu Mingao's call history."
She asked, "Who were the three people?"
"You, your brother, Fu Mingao's sister."
Ming Ao was introverted, with only a few closest individuals appearing again and again in his call records.
"Why did you choose my brother?"
Ming Ao and Ah Na were the best of friends.
"It wasn't our choice, he chose. He spun a wine bottle, and whoever it pointed at was the one."
Spinning a wine bottle.
Such child's play, like it was just a game.
"He, who is he?"
"Linbei, Jiang Chengxue."
The dream was like a sand painting.
The scene shattered, then reformed.
