Seeing the crime scene flashbacks made me the darling of the police station.

Chapter 382 are all his classmates.
Su Miaoyi and Zhuang Yanzheng went to the interrogation room to see Duan Zhixi.

Her friends were with her.

Duan Zhixi kept crying, and her friend must have been crying too, as her eyes were also red and swollen.

Zhuang Yanzheng introduced himself.

Su Miaoyi poured two cups of hot water for them: "Please accept my condolences."

"Are you sure you're not mistaken?" Duan Zhixi looked at Su Miaoyi. "He Bin was still messaging me today. Look, look. He's been messaging me for the past two days. How could this be! How could it have happened on Friday?"

Her friends comforted her.

Su Miaoyi looked at her and then asked, "Have you two not called or video-chatted with each other these past two days?"

She also checked other chat logs on Zheng Ge's phone and found no records of voice or video calls.

However, judging from those chat logs, the two of them met that day and chatted a lot, as if they had endless things to say.

The chat history also contains voice messages from He Bin, but Duan Zhixi was always typing.

Duan Zhixi shook her head: "I don't have the habit of making video or voice calls, nor do I have the habit of sending voice messages."

As she spoke, she took out her phone and searched for their chat history, finding it to the beginning of their conversation.

She showed them her phone.

“When we first started talking, He Bin would video call me. But I didn’t want to answer. I’m not used to video calling with my phone because it makes people look ugly. I told He Bin that I didn’t like it. He never video called me again after that. We would only make a voice call or phone call when there was an emergency. He would send voice messages, but I always typed. It’s my own habit.”

Su Miaoyi glanced at the chat history on her phone and nodded.

indeed.

As Qin Leyan, she felt it didn't matter whether she answered video calls or phone calls.

However, in her memory of Su Miaoyi, Su Miaoyi disliked answering the phone.

But from the moment she became Su Miaoyi, the idea that Su Miaoyi disliked answering the phone only existed in her memory.

As for Xi Xian, she can even scare away thunder, so there's probably nothing in this world that she's afraid of or resistant to.

"What do you mean by asking me these questions?" Duan Zhixi asked.

“You haven’t met in the past two days, haven’t made any phone calls or video calls, and He Bin hasn’t sent you any voice messages.” Su Miaoyi tried to keep her voice calm. “The message was most likely sent to you by someone impersonating He Bin.”

"How could that be? That tone, those words, that's He Bin. That's how he usually messages me." Duan Zhixi said anxiously.

“What you’ve said can all be imitated,” Su Miaoyi said. “Our forensic experts have confirmed that He Bin died early Saturday morning.”

Duan Zhixi was stunned for two seconds, and then she started crying again.

"It's my fault, it's all my fault," Duan Zhixi said, crying. "If only I hadn't watched TV on Saturday, I would have agreed to see him."

Su Miaoyi didn't speak. It's not your fault. Actually, even if you agreed to see him on Saturday, you wouldn't have gotten to see him.

Duan Zhixi cried for a while longer.

Seeing that she was crying so hard, Su Miaoyi and Zhuang Yanzheng didn't ask any more questions and waited for her to calm down a bit.

Duan Zhixi's friend said, "They had a very good relationship. I've known her for so many years, and I've never thought she was immature. But when she started dating He Bin, I felt like she was being pampered like a child. They were supposed to get engaged on December 1st, and everything was ready. Both sets of parents were coming over in the next couple of days, but then this happened."

Her friend was also crying as she spoke: "It was supposed to be a happy occasion, but I never expected this..."

Su Miaoyi and Zhuang Yanzheng looked at the two of them.

Neither of them said anything.

Having witnessed too many tragedies, the two knew very well that no amount of comforting would be of any use.

"How did you two meet?" Su Miaoyi asked.

“We were roommates in college,” Duan Zhixi’s friend said. “Later, we both worked in Jinghai and have kept in touch ever since. When we first graduated, we shared an apartment. But as time went on and my workplace moved further away, we started living separately.”

"Have you met He Bin?" Zhuang Yanzheng asked.

“I’ve met them a few times. She introduced me to them not long after they started dating.” “What kind of person do you think He Bin is?” Zhuang Yanzheng asked.

"He was very good to her, a gentleman, and very generous," said Duan Zhixi's friend. "He even took good care of me; he was a very kind person."

"Any leads on the murderer?" Duan Zhixi suddenly asked.

"The investigation is still ongoing," Su Miaoyi said.

“Could it be someone from the party on Friday?” Duan Zhixi said. “But everyone at the party is his classmate, someone he’s been with since high school, and they all have a very good relationship.”

"Has He Bin mentioned them to you?" Zhuang Yanzheng asked.

“I’ve mentioned them a few times because they often chat in the group, so I know them.” Duan Zhixi sniffed. “This time, He Bin also said he wanted to get together with everyone before the engagement. It’s all my fault, all my fault. I’m a bit socially awkward and don’t know them. I just said hello on Friday night and left. I should have been with He Bin. I should have been at the villa with him.”

“If you stay with him, you could also be in danger,” her friend said.

“Then let’s die together,” Duan Zhixi said, crying. “That way, you won’t be lonely.”

"What about your parents? What about me?" her friend suddenly raised her voice.

Duan Zhixi cried even louder.

Su Miaoyi looked at them, paused, and asked, "Did He Bin mention Guan Zhou to you?"

Duan Zhixi looked at them, wiped away her tears, and sobbed, "He mentioned that Guan Zhou was also in Jinghai, but I haven't seen him, and I didn't see him on Friday night either."

"Why was Guan Zhou mentioned?"

Duan Zhixi thought for a moment: "It's been too long, I can't quite remember. It seems like it mentioned Guan Zhou working in the entertainment industry and being very busy or something."

Su Miaoyi looked at her lowered gaze.

"Do they have any conflicts?" Zhuang Yanzheng asked.

"No, I haven't heard of that," Duan Zhixi said. "Do you suspect Guan Zhou killed him?"

“No,” Su Miaoyi said, “Guan Zhou is also dead.”

Duan Zhixi was shocked: "Also dead?"

After a while, she said, "They were all their classmates who died, why?"

Su Miaoyi and Zhuang Yanzheng were silent for a moment, both looking at her.

Duan Zhixi thought for a moment and then said, "Those who died were all their classmates. Those classmates who were at the party are highly suspicious, aren't they? It was them, it was them, they were the only ones who went to the villa on Friday!"

“We’re already investigating,” Su Miaoyi said. “Don’t get agitated, your health is the most important thing. We will definitely not let any of the murderers get away with it.”

Duan Zhixi sat down, trying to calm herself down. Her hair was messy, her eyes were red and swollen, and her nose and face were red from crying.

She paused for a moment, then sat up straight and said, "He Bin told me today that his friend was in a car accident. Which friend was in a car accident? Have you checked? Could it be related to them?"

Her friend looked at her and said, "What's wrong? Don't scare me."

“I didn’t do anything wrong. I just wanted to help He Bin get justice,” Duan Zhixi said.

Su Miaoyi and Zhuang Yanzheng exchanged a glance, realizing that she was completely lost in thought.

Su Miaoyi said slowly, "He Bin was murdered early Saturday morning. The person who messaged you today was not He Bin. No one was in a car accident. This news is fabricated."

Duan Zhixi stared at them blankly for a while before she reacted: "Oh. Oh. It's me, it's my problem."

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