He sniffed, and a touch of greed appeared on Yao Shunyu's face. "There's nothing to say about this Wang Fugui, but Jiangcheng, you're no simple person. You wouldn't do something so foolish."

"You two, and Luo Tianhe, Yuan Shanyuan, and that one-eyed Bai Yu, none of you would do such a thing." Yao Shunyu's laughter was hoarse. "Of course, and me, I wouldn't either, so the killer can only be among the rest."

Facing Yao Shunyu, whose mental state seemed less than stable, Fatty was also a little unsure. "If you put it that way, that only leaves Zhang Shiwei, Li Bai, Li Shanru, Lin Qianqian, and... and Ding Zhendong, five people."

"The killer is among those five, but Ding Zhendong is the least likely." Yao Shunyu's thoughts aligned with Jiangcheng's, and he patted Fatty's hand lightly.

Seeing Jiangcheng nod, Fatty released his strength and let Yao Shunyu down. Yao Shunyu gasped for breath, his chest rising and falling. "So, do we have a deal to cooperate?"

"Cooperation is fine, but we're not the bait." Jiangcheng looked at Yao Shunyu. "You have to lure the other party out."

Hearing this, Yao Shunyu's expression became interesting, his eyes narrowing slightly as he smiled. "So you saw through it too. Well, as long as we can find this guy, it will be good for all of us... in the future."

For some reason, the more Fatty looked at Yao Shunyu's smiling face, the more fear rose in his heart, as if the face of this student was a mask, and the real face was hidden beneath.

Lacing his fingers behind his head, Yao Shunyu yawned widely. "I'm so sleepy, I'm going back to find a place to rest. I'll come find you tomorrow night. Good night."

"Don't bother seeing us out."

After seeing Yao Shunyu off, Fatty was full of questions, but before he could open his mouth, Jiangcheng interrupted him. "It's too late, go to sleep. You'll know everything tomorrow night."

Since the doctor said so, he didn't press the matter. He was exhausted after a whole day of running around. As soon as his head hit the pillow, Fatty fell asleep.

As the saying goes, what you think about during the day, you dream about at night. He dreamed that he and the doctor were running for their lives, with a huge black horse chasing after them. The horse's legs were only a little thinner than telephone poles, which was terrifying.

The doctor couldn't dodge in time and was kicked down by the horse's leg. Then, in Fatty's despairing gaze, the heavy hoof directly stomped on the doctor's mouth, crushing half of his head.

Fatty let out a painful wail. "I told you to accumulate some good karma usually, but you wouldn't listen, Doctor. You were always flapping your little mouth all day long. Now you're getting your just desserts."

Fortunately, Fatty was soon awakened, and he only realized it when he opened his eyes and saw the doctor's face.

He spent the whole morning comforting himself, saying that dreams are the opposite of reality. A cunning guy like the doctor, no one could take his life.

Arriving at the bedroom, Song Keli was still the same, his eyes dull like an old man on the verge of death. He Tianhe and the others sat on the side, discussing something in low voices.

After a while, Zhang Shiwei and the others who were sleeping on the first floor came up, carrying food boxes in their hands. "Time for breakfast. Just now, someone came and opened the outside gate and sent the food boxes in."

After breakfast, everyone discussed continuing to go out to gather information. Compared to yesterday, their investigation today was more targeted. Jiangcheng had already decided that he needed to go to the Baomo Zhai again.

The owner there was no ordinary person and likely had information about the *Gui Jun Tu* (Ghost Steed Painting).

Luo Tianhe proposed to go outside the city to take a walk and see the small mountain village with his own eyes. Seeing is believing, and he might be able to gather different information from the villagers there.

"I want to go to the Japanese hospital again. You won't completely believe my words unless you see those corpses with your own eyes." Ding Zhendong's eyes were red. He Ping's death had become a knot in his heart between him and everyone else.

"Who will go with me?" Ding Zhendong turned his head and asked.

The good-natured Zhang Shiwei stood up. "Brother Ding, don't take yesterday's matter to heart. How about this, I'll go with you. If something goes wrong, we can take care of each other."

Ding Zhendong snorted coldly and said nothing more.

"In that case, the rest of us will stay here and gather information in the vicinity. Leave it to us, and you can rest assured." Lin Qianqian said in a very soft but comfortable voice.

Leaving the gate of the Su residence, Fatty saw the two rickshaw pullers from yesterday in the distance, but as soon as they saw that it was Jiangcheng and Fatty who came out, they pulled their carts and ran away.

Helpless, Jiangcheng had to find two more rickshaws.

When passing the bridge from yesterday, Jiangcheng vaguely heard slogans in the distance. The rickshaw pullers tacitly stopped and turned around at the same time, intending to change direction.

"Why aren't you crossing the bridge?" Jiangcheng asked.

The rickshaw puller turned his head, wiped the sweat from his brow with the towel on his shoulder, and said with a smile, "This sir, listen, there are too many people on the other side of the bridge, our carts can't get through."

After a moment of thought, Jiangcheng took out some money from his pocket and handed it to the rickshaw puller. "This is enough, you can go."

Then, he and Fatty walked across the bridge together. Before they had gone far, a large group of people came towards them. Unlike the last time, this time the crowd included not only young people, but also people from all walks of life, dressed in various attire.

Everyone's face was filled with anger, and they walked forward with firm steps, bravely striding forward. The dense crowd filled the entire street.

"Severely punish the traitors!"

"National scum!"

"Song Keli, the shame of scholars!"

"Betraying friends for personal gain, may you die a terrible death!"

…

The voices drowned out everything else. When the crowd surged forward, Fatty and Jiangcheng were quickly swallowed by the tide. The two of them were almost carried along by the crowd.

Looking at the young or rough faces on either side, all of them wore the same determination. The eyes of the men and women revealed a terrible and fearless power.

"Severely punish the traitors!" Fatty raised his arms and shouted.

Fatty's voice spread out like ripples, carrying a heartening power. The people around him raised their fists in response: "Severely punish the traitors!"

"Betraying friends for personal gain, unforgivable by Heaven!"

"Betraying friends for personal gain, unforgivable by Heaven!"

"May Heaven protect China!" Fatty was pushed to the middle of the crowd, his face flushed with excitement. The people surrounded him, roaring with him.

"May Heaven protect China!"

…

After walking half a street, Fatty's throat was hoarse, but his excitement was palpable, until an arm grabbed him and pulled him out of the crowd.

"Stop shouting, let's find out what's going on first. Go, find a leading student and ask what exactly is going on with this Song Keli betraying his friends for personal gain."

Jiangcheng rolled his sneaky eyes, searching for a target in the crowd.