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Chapter 474: The Vegetarian Reporter’s Three Aces (3)

A group photo was printed when the article was published, further expanding its scope of dissemination and influence.

Citizens think that the reporters were able to expose so much information and that the police’s failure to catch the murderer was all just an excuse.

The director was under additional pressure.

After seeing the newspaper, he immediately asked everyone to speed up the investigation.

At that time, Song Yuesheng was in his office at the Academy of Fine Arts.

Sitting opposite him was Su Xinyu.

Her hands were clenched into fists, the newspaper in her hands was almost deformed, and the wrinkled paper reflected her complex and changing emotions.

Song Yuesheng looked at her and said, "You've seen the newspaper too. Teacher Su, do you think the next person to die will be you or Teacher Tang?"

Su Xinyu looked up suddenly and threw the newspaper aside fiercely.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down, but her voice still trembled.

"Tang Qizhen and I have no relationship anymore. I don't know what you are talking about. I will not accept interviews from reporters. Please leave immediately."

Song Yuesheng did not wear any disguise this time.

Zhang Yitong and Han Meihua were responsible for leading away the guarding troops, and then she would climb over the wall from the big banyan tree.

She laughed. "Last year, the sketching ended at the end of March, but the cheerful Ding Mei committed suicide by cutting her wrists in early April. Since last month, four of the six teachers in the same photo have died one after another."

"Is there something fishy going on here?"

Say it.

Song Yuesheng stood up and pretended to leave.

"Teacher Su, you can certainly choose to remain silent. But the later you provide clues, the later the police will catch the murderer. The murderer doesn't care whether you have any relationship with Tang Qizhen."

Song Yuesheng's hand gently rested on the door handle.

Suddenly, she stopped, turned around and reminded again.

"The murderer has little patience. I hope Mr. Su will tell the police what you know as soon as possible."

"and many more!"

Su Xinyu hurriedly called out to Song Yuesheng.

"I said, but you have to keep me safe!"

There was a hint of pleading and uneasiness in her eyes, and her hands were unconsciously clasped together, her knuckles turning slightly white due to nervousness.

Song Yuesheng stepped back.

She smiled and said, "Don't worry, I will personally take you to a very safe place."

Su Xinyu's heart suddenly tightened, and she resisted, "I won't go to the police station!"

“Not the police station.”

After receiving Song Yuesheng's reassurance, Su Xinyu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

With trembling hands, she walked to the door and gently locked it.

As he turned around, a complicated look flashed across his face.

“That was the last night of sketching in Yeyang last March.”

Su Xinyu's voice was low and slow.

"The moonlight was just right that night, and I thought it was beautiful, so I dragged Tang Qizheng around to take pictures. As we were walking back to our residence, we suddenly heard gunshots. I wish I hadn't gone to see them out of curiosity..."

When Su Xinyu said this, she unconsciously covered her cheeks with her hands, her fingertips trembling slightly, as if she saw the despair and corruption of that night again.

Her voice came through her fingers, becoming unclear and choked.

"Ren Ming and Peng Zhiwen looked around with guns in hand. Behind them were Ou Yongyuan and... Xiaomei. First he, then Ren Ming and Peng Zhiwen..."

Song Yuesheng handed her the paper box on the table and asked softly, "Are you talking about Ding Mei?"

Su Xinyu nodded, and tears blurred her vision again.

She wiped the tears from her face and recalled.

"Xiaomei is very cheerful and talented. Almost all the teachers and classmates like her after she entered school. They usually look nice, but I didn't expect... they are all a bunch of beasts!"

At the end, Su Xinyu's voice was filled with anger.

"Why didn't you tell the police when you came back?"

Su Xinyu said weakly, "They are directors, and they have backgrounds in the military and business circles. I had just started teaching at Osia University, and I couldn't afford to offend them. They threatened me and Tang Qizhen not to say anything, or our lives would be in danger."

Song Yuesheng speculated: "You and Tang Qizhen quarreled because of Ding Mei."

"Yes, after Xiaomei died, I dreamed every night about the disappointed look in her eyes. I couldn't stand it and wanted to report it to the police, but that conflicted with Tang Qizhen's idea. After the argument that day, we separated. We treated each other as strangers when we met at school."

Su Xinyu covered her face and cried again.

Qiu Xiao, a person who knew nothing about this matter, was also implicated.

If she had known that this would happen a year later, she would definitely not be a coward.

pity.

It's too late.

Song Yuesheng listened quietly.

After thinking for a moment, she asked, "You just said you saw two people holding guns. Apart from that, do you feel anything strange?"

Su Xinyu looked at her puzzledly.

Song Yuesheng explained: "It's just something weird that doesn't fit your identity as a teacher at the Academy of Fine Arts, such as the two guns you mentioned. Guns are banned at Ossia University, so no matter how powerful their background is, the people behind them wouldn't dare give them guns."

Su Xinyu tapped his head and recalled.

After a moment's silence, she said.

"That night they were all wearing black clothes, which was completely different from the daytime. Because the moonlight was very bright, we could see clearly."

Song Yuesheng lowered his eyes.

This is not an easy matter.

Outside.

Xia Pingwan curled the corners of her mouth.

I didn't expect to hear such a big secret.

Ah.

There is more than one reporter in Sangcheng.

What she had thought of before was to find Huo Tingchuan, who was about seventeen or eighteen years old, and do various things to make him feel disgusted.

This way, the marriage can be cancelled.

Xia Pingwan had a good idea.

But two things exceeded her expectations.

One is Huo Tingchuan’s aunt.

Second, the marriage partner my parents chose was not Huo Tingchuan, but his cousin Huo Pingan.

Even if she misunderstood, she deliberately made trouble and was beaten by Huo Tingchuan, which was indeed true.

She couldn't find Huo Tingchuan's aunt.

and so……

Song Yuesheng.

If you want to blame someone, blame it on you and Huo Tingchuan's aunt for having similar expressions.

……

Afternoon, Wanjun District.

Huo Tingchuan was sitting behind a large leather desk, the pen in his hand resting on a confidential letter, the ink not yet dry, as if he was thinking about some important decision.

Luo Xiangshan knocked on the door, then walked in and placed the investigation documents on the table.

"All the information related to Ding Mei is here. Marshal, according to the investigation, Ding Mei was forced to death by Ou Yongyuan, Peng Zhiwen, and Ren Ming. Their only common connection was that they went to Yeyang to sketch at the end of March last year.

Therefore, the murderer was most likely trying to avenge Ding Mei and was planning to kill all the teachers that time."

Ren Ming deserved to die, and Qiu Xiao must have been implicated as a result."

Luo Xiangshan made a brief report, observed Huo Tingchuan's expression, and then asked: "Young Marshal, it has been confirmed that this matter is not directed at us. Do you want to investigate further?"

Just now.

The phone on the table rang.

After Huo Tingchuan answered the call and heard the content of the call, he couldn't help but pinch his eyebrows.

He took a deep breath and said, "...let her wait in the reception room."

After hanging up the phone, a look of annoyance flashed across Huo Tingchuan's brows.

"Go and deliver these to Ma Weishan now. Catching the murderer is what he, as the police chief, should do."

"Yes, Marshal."

Luo Xiangshan took the documents on the table with doubts.

What on earth could make him so upset?

Leaving the office building, Luo Xiangshan saw a familiar figure.

That reporter...

Sudden.

The other party looked in her direction as if sensing something.

Luo Xiangshan was shocked.

This person is by no means a simple reporter.