"Wang Xue?"
Su Bai suddenly felt so confused. A view merged into his mind— the view he had pictured when he was going through Chu Jianguo's notes: he was sitting in the back of a room, it was dark and the keeper had turned off the lights. The whole room was so quiet that even a needle dropping onto the floor would be heard clearly.
A black shadow opened the door, came in and collected notes from the waste bin.
Now the vague figure became clearer and clearer until it turned into a real person.
This person looked around and saw Su Bai, so she cracked a weird smile.
It was Wang Xue.
Aroma looked at Su Bai as if she was waiting for him to digest what she had said. She must have figured out how much Su Bai had known, otherwise he wouldn't have known the symbol X-X. But Aroma had also known that Su Bai couldn't have figured out that Wang Xue, the victim, was actually one of the participants.
Su Bai shook his head with a faint smile. "Are you saying that Wang Xue murdered herself?"
