Incident Chapter

  Sanqi looked at Tongtong behind him and asked, "Why are you following me too?"

  "As a creditor, I want to see if you are working hard or not." Tongtong replied matter-of-factly.

  Sanqi's crying face suddenly changed to a look of surprise, and she exclaimed: "Tongtong, your dad is here." Tongtong turned her head to look back, but there was no one behind her. When she turned her head again, Sanqi had disappeared.

  "Haha, I'm so clever. A trick that fooled her twice. Here it is: 'The beauty of learning lies in making people confused; the beauty of poetry lies in inciting men and women to elope; the beauty of a woman lies in being foolish without complaint or regret; the beauty of a man lies in telling lies as if seeing ghosts in broad daylight.' Looks like I've already become an 'extremely beautiful man'! That's Superman, haha! Ah~ ouch!"

  "What are you talking about here?" Sanqi's back, Tongtong pinched his ears and pulled him back, saying in a strange tone: "There are too many cheaters in this world, but the kind of fool you're looking for hasn't been born yet."

  Sanqi knew this time he couldn't escape. "Alright alright, let go! I'll take you there."

  After 10 minutes, Cheng Wenxi's agent found him.

  "Is anything wrong?"

  "There is a gentleman looking for you, saying he wants to discuss something about that case." The broker knew that Cheng Wenxi was the most reluctant to talk about this matter, so he could only ask carefully.

  "Out of sight!" As expected, it was indeed so.

  "But..." The broker felt somewhat embarrassed at this point.

  "What's wrong?"

  "He said he knew a lot of inside information. If you don't see him, you will regret it."

  "Hmm? This... let him in." Cheng Wenxi said after some thought.

  "Hello, Mr. Cheng. We meet again."

  "Is that you?" Cheng Wenxi recognized the person in front of him, who seemed to be called "Tian Sanqi", the temporary drama officer. This time he was followed by a pretty girl. "Mr. Tian, did you come looking for me today? Is there something I can help you with?"

  "This time I'm asking as a detective, about the details of the case involving your sister. As far as I know, you were one of the first to discover this case, weren't you?"

  "Detective? Ha ha, interesting. Yes, it was me and Lin Shu who found her body together." Cheng Wenxi seemed reluctant to recall the matter, his eyes also dimmed a lot, but in this gaze, regret outweighed sorrow. Is this the expression that should be had as the deceased's brother?

  "Can you tell me about the specific process of things?" San Qi at this time withdrew his usual playful and frivolous attitude.

  "Alright, if you think it's necessary." Cheng Wenxi thought for a moment and compromised.

  It's like this:

  That day, Wen Xi received a call from Zhi Ling. "Sister, is something up?" "Can you come to my place tonight?" Zhi Ling's voice seemed a bit tired, but that didn't hide the underlying meaning of her words. Despite this, Wen Xi was still certain that it was his sister's real voice. "Is there an emergency?" "Kind of. Just hurry over as soon as possible." At the time, Wen Xi didn't think much of it because he knew his sister well. If it wasn't urgent, she wouldn't have called him over. So the siblings made plans for Wen Xi to meet Zhi Ling at her place after 9 pm. Wen Xi had lost both parents since childhood and could be said to have been raised by his sister. Therefore, Wen Xi was both respectful and fearful of this sister. As everyone knew, Cheng Zhi Ling was a very punctual person, so Wen Xi was afraid he would be late and arrived at his sister's place 20 minutes early.

  "Lin Shu, is my sister in?" Lin Shu was the maid of Zhiling's family, although she was just a maid, but in this house, she also had half the status of a master. "Miss Zhiling is still in the 'meditation room'. Mr. Wenxi, please wait here for a while. I'll go get you some coffee. Same as usual?" "This time, make me a cup of Royal." Wenxi waited like this for almost an hour.

  "Huh?" Wen Xi looked at her watch "It's already past 9:30, why hasn't she come out yet? Lin Shu! Lin Shu!" Wen Xi called over Lin Shu. Both of them felt that something was off. "Did sister go out? Or should you call her?" Lin Shu nodded and when she dialed Zhi Ling's phone... "Ahh~~~~ Save me!!" Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream for help came from the meditation room. "Not good! Something's happened!"

  The two of them arrived at the outside of the meditation room, but no matter how hard they knocked on the door, there was still no response. "Lin Shu, do you have a key to this door? I have a bad feeling." "There's only one spare key, but it's been lost for a long time. Besides, even if we had a key now, it wouldn't work because there's another lock inside." "Get the fire axe. I'll break down the door." "But..." "What are you waiting for? Hurry up!" "Okay." In no time, Lin Shu brought over a red axe. "Thud! Thud! Bang! Crash! Creak!" The solid wood door was finally broken open. "Ahh~~~~~" Lin Shu saw the most terrifying thing she had ever seen in her life. The walls around them were painted with fluorescent paint, and behind them was a pale white glow. Cheng Zhirong was floating in mid-air, her eyes wide open, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth. If you added to that the white nightgown she was wearing, she looked like a ghost from the underworld.

  Wen Xi touched her neck artery and said, "She's... she's already dead. Hurry up and report to the police!"

  "What's next?" Sanqi heard this and the notebook in his hand was already full of words.

  "Later, the police came. They took me to the station and made a record." Wen Xi crossed his arms, "Alright, great detective, I've told you everything you need to know. Can we stop now?"

  "Hey, don't be so impatient, this has just begun." He said as he flipped open a book and tore off a piece of paper. "Firstly, what exactly is your relationship with the deceased?"

  "Hmph. Nonsense!" Min-hee's expression had already answered the question.

  "This is no nonsense. After all, both Dad and Mom are type A blood, but the son is type O blood. I've never seen such a situation before." Sanqi smiled, and his eyes turned into two curved arcs. But in Wenxi's eyes, these "two curved arcs" were sharper than anything else.

  "This... This is because I'm not the biological son of my parents. Of course, my sister isn't their biological daughter either. Because my parents... are infertile. I was adopted into the Cheng family, and my sister was taken in by my parents." Wen Hei's eyebrows were about to knot into a ball.

  "Oh~" Sanqi quickly wrote "Second question, do you know what your sister wants to talk to you about?"

  "I don't know." Wen Xi shook his head and replied very briefly.

  "Is that so? Alright then. Third question, your sister is a punctual person. Why didn't she show up after 9 o'clock and you didn't go look for her, instead waiting until half an hour later?"

  "Is this strange too? Even the most punctual person can't avoid having times when they're late. Is that a problem?" Wen Hei started to get angry.

  "Hehe, I'm just asking casually. Don't get angry. Let me ask in a different way, what does Miss Cheng Zhiling do every day in the meditation room?" Sanqi saw him getting angry and immediately put on a flattering smile. At this time, Sanqi only felt a gaze of disdain behind his back.

  "This... Mun-hee thought for a moment and said: "She does yoga and meditation in the meditation room from 9 to 10, this seems to be her daily homework."

  "Besides you, who else knows about this?" Sanqi sensitively sensed something.

  "There should be many people who know about it. Like the crew and her professional fans, they all know about this kind of thing. However, as for the specific time, only those who are familiar with our schedule should know."

  "These people refer to……"

  "Even including me, the core members of the crew."

  "Oh, I see. Alright, next question. Has the key to that room been found?" Sanqi thought for a moment, then continued to ask him.

  "The keys for the door lock and the old-fashioned purse lock inside are in my sister's clothes pocket."

  "Where is the spare key?"

  "Not found yet." Wen Xi seemed a bit impatient.

  "Was Miss Zhi Ling's death a suicide or a homicide?"

  According to the police, it was a 'homicide', because there was nothing in the meditation room that could be used as a foothold. Moreover, the police did not find any suicide note either. However, this room had no windows for entry and exit, and the door was locked from the inside with two locks. This is just like the plot of a detective story... it's a 'locked room'!

  "This..."

  "Is it ever going to end?!" Wen Xi finally couldn't bear it anymore.

  "Heh heh, I was just about to say that. This is the last question. Who do you think would be the one to kill your sister?" San Qi didn't have any of that "detective aura", his smiling face made him look very untrustworthy.

  "Hmm... Director Mu often clashes with my sister, and he's a very proud person. Wu Chengyue has been pursuing my sister all along, but it seems like he hasn't succeeded yet. If there's anything else to say... Lin Shu's son jumped off the building two years ago because of his crazy infatuation with my sister due to her scandal."

  "What scandal?" Sanqi's eyes widened as if he had seen a gold brick on the ground.

  "It's like the mysterious boyfriend of the legendary sister. In fact, this is just nonsense, but Lin's son seems to have taken it seriously. He can't accept that the person he likes has another man, so..."

  Sanqi folded the paper and put it in his bosom, "Thank you very much for your cooperation this time. I won't disturb you anymore, goodbye."

  "Hold on." Wen Xi sneered, "Heh heh, I've told you so many things. Shouldn't you also give me some returns? Does this place look like a 'charity center' to you?"

  "You want to ask me about those so-called 'secrets', huh? Hehe... If you don't want others to know, then don't ask, because if you don't ask, I won't say anything."

  "Do you really know anything?"

  "Maybe it does, maybe it doesn't. This is up to you, not me. If you make it exist, it exists; if you don't, it doesn't. Tongtong, go ahead!"