That's a good suggestion.

  "What? I'm completely baffled, what's this about the Donggang Villa massacre case? Isn't Donggang far out in the suburbs? How did it suddenly come up? But looking at Zhang Ji's face, he doesn't seem to be joking. He straightened his leaning body and said in a cold voice: "On the 22nd, at noon, three bodies were found in a villa in Donggang. After verification, the identities of the deceased were confirmed to be Wu Yan's wife, father-in-law, and mother-in-law."

  A huge shock in my heart, Wu Yan and his daughter fell to their deaths on the 22nd at dawn, and his wife and family were also killed at noon. This is simply a case of extermination! Wait, why did Zhang Ji ask me where I was between the 20th and 21st? Could it be...

  "According to forensic identification, Yu Xiuping, also Wu Yan's wife and her family died between 12:00 and 2:00 on the night of the 20th to the 21st. Xia Zhu, what else do you have to say?"

  I have nothing to say, because I don't understand how this family's tragic case is related to me at all, and yet I'm being accused by this iron-faced detective of... conspiring with Gao Cheng to commit murder!

  "Bang bang" two loud knocks on the door, Zhang Jiyang shouted in anger: "Who is it? Don't you know we're in the middle of an interrogation?"

  The door was opened directly from the outside, and I first saw Gao Cheng's face. Then I saw a middle-aged man standing beside him, also wearing police uniform, slightly fat, with sharp eyes. Zhang Ji, who had been furious, suddenly stood up respectfully, "Director."

  The interrogation room was left with just me and Kao Cheng.

  Just now, Zhang Ji left under the director's order with a suppressed and angry expression, and he even stared at Gao Cheng for a moment. However, Gao Cheng remained unmoved, half-closing his eyes as if Zhang Ji was air.

  At this moment, he sat down on that chair in front of me, without any intention of talking to me.

  But I couldn't hold it in, Zhang Ji's severe questioning just now had too great an impact on me. After seeing him with his eyes half-closed as if deep in thought several times, I couldn't help but speak up: "Hey, do you know about the matter of Mr. Wu's wife and family?"

  Seeing him remain motionless, I had to knock on the table to try and get his attention. Finally, he lifted his eyes, but I was startled and asked in a trembling voice: "What's wrong with your eyes?"

  His eyes, covered in bloodshot, looked over and said weakly: "You try two days and two nights without sleep, you will be the same as me."

  "...from yesterday till now, it's just one day and one night."

  He simply lay on the table, his head buried in his arms, muttering: "Too noisy, can't sleep."

  I'm actually very tired, but my eyes are sore and I don't feel sleepy at all. After looking at his slightly disheveled head for a while, I didn't know if I was talking to him or myself, in a soft voice: "Do you know? Now we're both suspected of being murderers? No, it's said that we colluded, not only the falling case, but also Mr. Wu's wife and family all died in the villa in Donggang."

  Just then, Gao Cheng suddenly raised his head, and his eyes, which were covered in blood vessels, shot out a sharp gaze. "What did you tell that police officer?"

  "Some people can't adapt to his rapid change of state, and muttered: "I said I'm not the murderer, we didn't collude."

  "Nothing else?"

  I thought for a moment and shook my head firmly. During the interrogation earlier, I was so shocked by what Zhang Jidao said that I didn't have any extra thinking ability, nor did I have the chance to speak up, and then Gaocheng arrived with the director.

  Gao Cheng quietly withdrew his gaze and rarely praised: "Still clever."

  It's possible that he was so worn down by him that he suddenly received such a compliment, and although it wasn't surprising, there was still a hint of astonishment. Implicitly understood: when facing Zhang Ji's barrage of oppressive questioning, silence is better than speaking up.

  The door was pushed open again, and it was still the director. He walked in with a file bag in his hand, didn't look at me, put it next to Gao Cheng, and said: "I'll convene a meeting after everyone arrives."

  I floated up to the high castle and glanced at the file bag with a slight nod. The director then walked out with an air of satisfaction.

  After the gate was relocked, Gao Cheng pushed the file bag beside him to me and said, "If you want to go out, read this first and give me something that is not written on it."

  He didn't seem to understand, and he didn't intend to explain either. He stretched out his arms almost all the way to my side, turned his face sideways and pressed it against the table, closing his eyes. I was just about to ask him something when a warning voice came: "And from now on until dawn, don't disturb me. Otherwise..." The sentence trailed off, but the threatening tone was clear.

  Although I didn't understand what he meant, I still picked up the file bag and opened it while glancing at him again, muttering softly: "If you want to sleep so much, can't you find a more comfortable place?" From what Xu Jianglun revealed to me before and the attitude of the director towards him just now, it shouldn't be difficult for him to find a relatively comfortable resting place in this police station.

  No sooner had I finished speaking than he half-rose from his seat, narrowed his eyes and gazed at me sideways. After a brief pause, I thought he was going to say something, but instead he got up, dragged his chair over to my side, settled in, tilted his head and leaned against my shoulder, muttering something, and soon fell into a gentle and even breathing pattern.

  Left alone, I sat there like a fool, his last muttered words swirling in my mind.

  "This is a good suggestion."