Who moved her body?

Guan Jie took another sip of wine. At that moment, the moon was obscured by a cloud, becoming hazy and ethereal.

"When did he start investigating me, and how? What is his connection to Desolate Rock Island?" Thinking about this, Guan Jie began to feel uneasy.

This Su Yinren is definitely not simple. Guan Jie couldn't figure out how much Su Yinren knew about him or how much he would tell Zeng Meiqian. However, Guan Jie wasn't worried that Zeng Meiqian would find out about his trip to Huangyan Island to find Song Xiaoxian. Instead, he suspected that this suddenly appearing Su Yinren was related to some mysterious person.

"Who is Su Yinren: the murderer who killed Xiaoxian, or the person who transferred Xiaoxian's records from the funeral home and hospital to protect me?"

Guan Jie looked up, but the beer in the can was already gone. Just as Guan Jie's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by this seemingly simple yet completely contradictory multiple-choice question, it made him a little irritable.

The night wind suddenly turned cold, and even the moon seemed to be hiding behind thick clouds for warmth. Guan Jie showed no reluctance towards the gloomy sky, closed the balcony door, and returned to his bedroom.

Zeng Meiqian groggily opened her eyes. "Why are you awake?"

Guan Jie put his arm around Zeng Meiqian and kissed her forehead. "Go to sleep."

……

In an interview, Zeng Meiqian promised to publish a family photo on the 16th of the lunar month, and her fiancé would also appear in the family photo. However, to the disappointment of the media, the photo provided by Zeng Meiqian's public relations department did not include Guan Jie.

In response to media inquiries, the public relations department stated, "As agreed by the Zeng family and Ms. Zeng Meiqian's fiancé, the family photo will be released after the wedding. The couple is currently preparing for the wedding and does not wish to receive excessive media attention."

Guan Jie was overjoyed to see the report; it was exactly what he had hoped for and also something he hadn't expected. He thought Zeng Meiqian would immediately keep her promise and release their photos. Guan Jie was even prepared to face the questions from Huangyan Island. If Xu Haiyang was implicated, he might have no choice but to return to Huangyan Island.

Just as Guan Jie was secretly relieved by Zeng Meiqian's decision, the receptionist called, saying that a Mr. Su wanted to see him.

"Let him in," Guan Jie said.

Just as Guan Jie had thought, the Mr. Su who came was none other than the young master Su who had been keeping him up at night.

Before Guan Jie could even exchange pleasantries, Su Yinren sat down on the sofa, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and waved it in front of him. A few seconds later, Guan Jie smelled Su Yinren's perfume. The initial scent was light and refreshing, the middle notes were sharp, and the base notes were long and mysterious.

"Young Master Su's arrival truly brings honor to my humble abode."

Su Yinren raised his long, slender right hand and examined it from all angles in front of him, then suddenly looked up at his eyes, which were covered by thick eyelashes.

"From what you're saying, it seems you still consider me an outsider."

Guan Jie chuckled, "I haven't known Young Master Su for long, so I wouldn't dare presume to presume upon him."

"I came here with sincerity, but Mr. Guan seems to be keeping me at arm's length." Su Yinren stood up, lightly touching the tip of his nose with his index finger. "I thought Mr. Guan would be grateful that I didn't expose that you came from Desolate Rock City. It seems I was just being presumptuous."

Su Yinren strode confidently toward the office door, his movements swift and decisive. Just as he reached out his hand, Guan Jie called out to him, "Wait a minute."

"Oh? I wonder how Mr. Guan will address me this time?"

"Thank you for not telling Meiqian. I did keep this from her, but the reasons are not convenient to explain at the moment. Please forgive me, Young Master Su."

Su Yinren sat back down on the sofa.

"What a man can't tell a woman must be related to another woman. I wonder who this woman is that made Brother Guan so captivated? Of course, I may be curious, but you have the right not to tell me. After all, what man doesn't have a few secrets?"

Guan Jie walked over and sat down on the sofa opposite Su Yinren. "My trip to Huangyan City was indeed related to another woman, but that's all in the past now."

"Men change their minds so quickly, I wonder what method Brother Guan used to silence her and prevent her from appearing in front of Miss Zeng?"

"Young Master Su, you are overthinking it. I went to Desolate Rock City just to see someone who looks like my ex-girlfriend. Meiqian knows about my past, and I went without telling her this time because I was afraid she would overthink it."

"So, Mr. Guan is considering Miss Zeng's feelings? It seems Miss Zeng didn't misjudge him; he is indeed a good man." Su Yinren suddenly smiled. "I wonder if Mr. Guan has seen that person who resembles our old friend?"

"I saw him."

"and then?"

"It's just similar, nothing more."

"Oh, I see."

"I wonder what your purpose is in going to Huangyan City, Young Master Su? Meiqian said you came directly from America to Senhai City."

"Haha, are you trying to trade secrets for secrets? Of course, telling you won't hurt." Su Yinren raised his refined chin. "Wilderness City is a great place, land is incredibly valuable. Don't you think I should personally investigate if I'm going to invest there?"

"That's natural."

"Alright, I should be going now." Su Yinren stood up, extended his slender hand, and said, "I was just passing by and thought I'd stop by your company for a visit. If it's convenient, I'd like to invite you and Ms. Zeng to dinner tonight, what do you say?"

See you tonight.

See you tonight.

……

A few days after the "absence makes the heart grow fonder" period, Guan Jie decided to begin investigating the hospital.

The First People's Hospital of Senhai City is almost always overcrowded. At this time of transition from autumn to winter, the elderly and children have become the main force in the hospital. The outpatient department is as noisy as a New Year's shopping festival. There are hundreds of people queuing in the blood drawing hall on one side. The nurses drawing blood have long been numb. They don't even look at the people sitting down and just pull their arms to insert the needle.

After walking through the outpatient hall, Guan Jie decided to bypass the inpatient building instead of going through it. He didn't want to see the distressed faces of the patients' families; after all, every sad face had a sad story.

The office building was much quieter. If the outpatient and inpatient buildings were a harsh reality, then the office building was like a tranquil girl, bringing peace of mind. Having escaped the torment of life and death, the office building had a sense of security, like someone who had survived a catastrophe.

Upon reaching the third floor, Guan Jie found the door to the first office ajar and knocked on it.

"Come in!"

Guan Jie pushed the door open and then gently closed it.

"Is this Guan Jie?" the middle-aged man behind the desk asked.

Guan Jie nodded. "Hello, Director Fu, I'm Guan Jie."

"Sit down, Officer Qu told me. Wait a moment." Director Fu pointed to the sofa, then bent down and rummaged through the drawer.

After about a minute, Director Fu finally looked up, holding a yellowed piece of paper in his hand.

"All of Song Xiaoxian's records are gone here, except for this ambulance dispatch form, which proves that Song Xiaoxian was indeed brought to our hospital that day. I found it among a bunch of irrelevant documents." Director Fu walked over and handed the paper to Guan Jie. "However, this only proves that our hospital received Song Xiaoxian, but whether Song Xiaoxian died in our hospital cannot be proven by this form alone."

"Don't hospitals keep computer records of ambulance dispatches?" Guan Jie asked.

"Yes, the paper dispatch form is just a procedure. The data entry clerk will then enter the dispatch record into the computer. In theory, there should be a record in the computer, but I have already checked and this dispatch record is not on the computer."

"Why?" Guan Jie frowned. "Do you think it was an oversight by the data entry clerk back then?"