20. Disciples, why don't you go up?

  The director's forehead seemed to be sweating, and he nervously asked: "I wonder which one is Gao Tuo?"

  Gao Cheng turned his head, and I followed his gaze to see who the apprentice was. We've been together all this time, how could I not know he had taken on an apprentice? After a few seconds, I realized something was off and slowly turned back to find Gao Cheng's eyes fixed intently on me. Before I could react, he smiled, revealing a row of pearly white teeth: "Apprentice, aren't you going up?"

  "Me?" stared in shock with wide eyes.

  He patted me on the shoulder and said with a serious tone: "Go ahead, I'm here, don't be afraid."

  It's not that I'm afraid, but when did I become his apprentice? That "apprentice" was clearly said with malice, but the atmosphere was solemn at the time, and I couldn't question him in front of so many people. All I could do was pull on his sleeve hanging under the table and whisper: "Don't joke around, I don't understand these things."

  "But he said in a voice that was just loud enough for everyone present to hear: 'You only need to state the three points you summarized earlier.'"

  The director's eyes lit up upon hearing this, "Miss Xia Zhu, please come forward and provide some clues for everyone's reference."

  It has come to this, I just can't help but stand out. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, it's impossible not to be nervous, even my legs are trembling slightly as I move, and in a glance, I see Xu Jianglun's face outside the window of the conference room door, and when he sees me noticing him, his face immediately shows an encouraging expression.

  A low hum came from nearby, and I knew it was someone without looking down. Immediately, I composed myself, took a deep breath, and stiffly opened my mouth: "There are... three points." After a slight hesitation, I said in a shallow voice: "First, Mr. Wu fell to the green belt downstairs with his daughter in his arms, which can be judged that at the moment of falling, he should not have died yet, excluding the possibility of throwing a corpse after death; Second, Donggang and... Mingwan community are seven kilometers apart, belonging to two different areas; Third," I said this and pursed my lips, subconsciously looking at Gaocheng.

  But seeing his calm face and faint eyes, I gritted my teeth and mentioned the English letter marks I found at Mr. Wu's house earlier. As soon as this topic came up, it brought about various unrest among the people present, who asked what kind of mark it was.

  I was about to describe, when suddenly there was a "slap" sound, and something fell in front of me. I lowered my eyes to see that the soft membrane used by Gao Cheng to mark records had been thrown onto the table. All I heard was him saying slowly: "Use projection."

  The director gave a slight nod, and Xiao Du immediately stepped forward to turn on the projector. A few minutes later, the soft membrane prints clearly floated on the white screen behind me. The murmurs grew louder, speculating what the three characters represented and who had carved them. I noticed that among the crowd, only Zhang Ji did not participate in the discussion with those around him, his eyes fixed gloomily on the marks for a while before shifting his gaze, which swept past me from afar, still sending shivers down my spine, but fortunately, his target was not me, but Gao Cheng.

  It seems that there is no need for me to explain anything else, and standing there was very awkward. I whispered to the director who was still paying attention to the marker: "I'll go down first." Seeing him wave his hand, I quickly walked back to my seat. In fact, I wanted to walk out of this conference room even more, because sitting here made me feel like I didn't belong.

  No sooner had he sat down than a contemptuous voice was heard from beside him: "He's got no guts."

  He gave him a sideways glance, suppressing the urge to grit his teeth.

  Gao Cheng's faint smile was caught by the sharp-eared director, who immediately raised his hand to stop the discussion and asked urgently: "Have you already figured out the meaning of this letter mark? Is there any special implication behind this behavior? You're an expert in this area."

  Expert? I lowered my head and raised an eyebrow.

  "But a low, magnetic voice whispered in his ear: "From the behavioral analysis, this person is confusing visual and auditory senses, trying to shift people's attention; from the traces left at the scene, there are two possibilities: one is that he was too careless, and the other is that time did not permit; from psychological appeal analysis, 'he' has a personality that appears introverted but is actually outgoing. That's it, his basic shape has emerged: male, aged between 25 and 30, physically strong, with arms possibly having received special training, ordinary appearance, belonging to the type of person who would not be noticed in a crowd. For now, there is only this much information."

  I had planned to be a wallflower until the end of this meeting, but listening to the low and confident statement next to my ear, I couldn't help but turn my head in surprise. The director was the first to ask the question that everyone was wondering: "Are you saying that the person marked at this moment is not the same as the person who was previously analyzed to have been at the scene?"

  Gao Cheng raised an eyebrow and asked back, "Did I ever say it was the same person?"