Lin Xian looked at the densely packed lines of reasoning on the white paper…

He couldn’t guarantee that all these subjective speculations were correct. After all, the answer to all this reasoning had a hypothetical premise—

[Xu Yun's death was plotted with Ji Xinshui's involvement.]

As long as this point held true, then all his reasoning would be valid.

And if this point did not hold true, then all his reasoning would be nothing but empty talk.

And to prove this premise, there was a most direct breakthrough—

[As long as it could be proven that Zhou Duanyun and Ji Xinshui had a close relationship, then it was highly probable that the two were accomplices.]

Because currently, Zhou Duanyun's suspicion was definitely uncleared. Therefore, whoever was related to Zhou Duanyun was suspicious.

"Directly investigating Ji Xinshui and Ji Lin is very difficult. Currently, I don't have the ability to confront them head-on. In comparison, investigating Zhou Duanyun is much simpler."

Lin Xian rested his chin on his hand, pondering…

After all, he and Zhou Duanyun were classmates, and there were many people in Hang City who knew Zhou Duanyun inside and out, making investigation not difficult.

If his reasoning was correct, then now, whether it was Zhou Duanyun or Ji Lin, they were actually pretending to be ignorant, and all their seemingly goodwill was just waiting for him to reveal his true colors.

Since he had already been targeted by the enemy, there was no need to continue hiding.

Objectively analyzing, he actually still had three advantages:

1. Since Ji Lin was trying every means to test him, it meant that they had not obtained any relevant evidence of him helping Xu Yun with the hibernation research, so he was temporarily safe.

2. He knew very well that they would only kill people at 00:42 using car accidents. This harsh method of killing was very easy to avoid. Being careful and not going out at night could solve all problems.

3. He still had several good trump cards in his hand. Whether it was the dream 600 years later or the huge favor Chu Shanhe owed him, finding the right opportunity at a critical moment could turn the tables. A mighty dragon cannot suppress a local snake. In the East Sea area, Chu Shanhe ruled supreme. Even if Ji Xinshui came, it wouldn't work.

"After solving these people, I must develop my own power as soon as possible."

Now.

Lin Xian already had a preliminary plan for the future in his heart.

Develop himself, let Liu Feng safely research the cosmic constant 42, find a way to obtain an invitation to the Genius Club, and gain more intelligence and greater initiative through continuous exploration of dreams.

But to unleash these fists, he must win the current very grim and urgent cat-and-mouse game.

He recalled what Huang Que said in Zhao Yingjun's office that day…

She said there was no way to tell Lin Xian how to obtain an invitation to the Genius Club.

But she appeared at the right time and reminded him of the existence of the cat-and-mouse game. Perhaps… this cat-and-mouse game was the key to obtaining an invitation to the Genius Club!

"I must find a way to win this game."

Lin Xian took an extra-large baking pan from the kitchen and burned all the reasoning papers in it.

The flames spread and twisted in the paper.

Lin Xian seemed to smell the unique burnt smell of a crematorium…

It was a repulsive taste etched in human genes, a danger warning mechanism.

But in just two or three months, Lin Xian had smelled it twice.

Tang Xin's younger brother took the ashes from the hands of the funeral home staff. Lin Xian and Gao Yang stood beside him.

This was the first time in Lin Xian's life that he had been in close contact with cremation.

He never expected that a human body would take two full hours to burn to ashes at such a high temperature.

Those two hours were extremely difficult every minute and every second.

A living classmate had turned into half a can of ashes.

What kind of reason was worth Zhou Duanyun giving up his humanity to kill an old classmate and deliberately

kill another old classmate?

"Wait for me."

In the blurred flames, Tang Xin's smiling face appeared.

Lin Xian said word by word:

"None of you will escape!"

…

The next day, after remotely handling company affairs, he went directly back to Hang City and came to the new campus of Hang City No. 1 High School to find his former homeroom teacher.

Five years had passed, and the homeroom teacher was still very strong, still energetic and passionate, leading the graduating class.

"Oh, Lin Xian! I have the deepest impression of you in your class!"

The homeroom teacher laughed and patted Lin Xian on the shoulder:

"You won the city parkour competition for three consecutive years, which is still a good story among the younger students. But what surprised me the most was that you were admitted to Donghai University! Your grades were average at the time. In theory, you would never be admitted to such a famous university... As a result, your grades improved by leaps and bounds later. Sure enough, hard work pays off!"

Lin Xian smiled slightly.

Wasn't it? Studying during the day was one thing, but working overtime in dreams at night. There couldn't be no gain at all, right?

After chatting for a while, Lin Xian explained his intention:

"Teacher, I remember that you also posted good news in the class group, saying that all our students were admitted to universities, without failing anyone. And you made a form at that time, counting which school everyone was admitted to. Do you still remember?"

This was the purpose of Lin Xian's visit to the high school homeroom teacher.

He wanted to know which university Zhou Duanyun was admitted to, and then he could go to that university to learn more about the situation, to see why he chose to drop out halfway and then earn so much money in just one or two years.

According to Zhou Duanyun, his life experience in the past few years was enough to write a book.

First, the poor boy won the lottery after graduation and became rich overnight; then, he was successfully admitted to the university as he wished, and he had face; what was even more amazing was that he dropped out of school halfway and abandoned literature for business, and directly crowned himself with a Rolls-Royce.

No one would have imagined that the humble and poor little boy in high school could have achieved such a level.

This kind of thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, don't bully the young and poor story…

Is it inexplicably similar to Ji Xinshui's life experience?

Lin Xian was not jealous of Zhou Duanyun.

But if such a legendary life was not fabricated… then there must be some protagonist halo or awakening system or something.

"Hehe, of course I remember! Your class made me proud!"

The homeroom teacher laughed and took out a file box from the drawer next to him and began to rummage through it:

"Each class is worse than the last. Your class was the proudest class I have ever taught! Think about it, everyone was admitted to university, not a single one failed!"

Soon

, the homeroom teacher found the statistical table and even laminated it.

Lin Xian picked up the statistical table and looked at it, while the homeroom teacher recalled the scene of that year:

"I took photos of everyone's admission notice to keep as a souvenir! I was really happy for you when I asked you for photos one by one and then counted them one by one."

Lin Xian browsed one by one:

"Everyone did well in the exam. The schools are all very good."

"Gao Yang made a mistake." The homeroom teacher said regretfully:

"Aren't you two playing pretty well? Gao Yang was a very good class monitor, but he didn't do well in the exam. Otherwise, he could have gone to a bachelor's degree."

Finally, Lin Xian noticed Zhou Duanyun's name, and the school he was admitted to written behind it was Hunan University.

"Hunan University?" Lin Xian was a little surprised:

"Zhou Duanyun was admitted to such a good school?"

Hunan University is a 985, 211 university! (Top tier universities in China)

His own middle and lower grades counterattacked and were admitted to Donghai University, a 211 university, which was already considered a mortal cultivating immortality in those years.

You must know that Zhou Duanyun's grades had always been at the bottom of the class!

A student at the bottom of the class was directly admitted to a 985 university, and it was still a pure cultural class exam, without taking the special student channel…

This!

This could no longer be described as a mortal cultivating immortality.

"Teacher, why didn't you mention such an amazing thing back then!"

Lin Xian was very surprised.

With his homeroom teacher's character, if he taught such a genius, wouldn't he praise him greatly and engrave Zhou Duanyun's name on the blackboard to show that he was a good teacher?

But every time he mentioned it, the homeroom teacher would rather say that he was showing off his 211 Donghai University art student than mention Zhou Duanyun's 985 Hunan University…

What was going on?

The homeroom teacher pursed his lips and did not speak.

He walked to the wall of the office, opened the window, and lit a cigarette.

After puffing a few mouthfuls, he flicked the ashes outside the window, and then, as if he had made up his mind, sighed:

"Lin Xian… since you asked, the teacher can't lie either. Actually, this matter has been hidden in my heart for a long time."

He turned his head and looked at Lin Xian:

"Do you still remember Zhou Duanyun? He was wearing shabby clothes, and his family was very poor. His father died early, and his mother raised him by herself... And I saw his mother come to send Zhou Duanyun a quilt. She was a very thin rural woman, and she was also bullied in the village... They mother and son were actually very pitiful."

Lin Xian nodded, he had heard about this.

But he remembered that no one in the class had bullied Zhou Duanyun, and everyone was still very friendly.

"The more such children are, the more they need face and the more they care about self-esteem."

The homeroom teacher took a puff of cigarette and continued:

"When I asked everyone for their admission notices, Zhou Duanyun's mother personally came to the school and gave me the admission notice from Hunan University."

"Because she didn't know how to use a mobile phone, she specially took a long bus ride to the school to find me... and brought me a big bag of eggs and a sack of peanuts."

Speaking of this, the homeroom teacher's cigarette butt trembled slightly:

"I still don't know how such a thin rural woman carried these two pockets so far... But at that time, she was really happy, very excited, and very proud. She kept talking about Hunan University, saying that her son was finally promising, and that the village would no longer bully their family in the future."

Lin Xian listened silently, watching the homeroom teacher's expression become more and more dim, and extinguished the cigarette butt on the windowsill:

"I couldn't say anything, and I couldn't say it. I really didn't know what to do at that time. Looking at such a mother who raised her child alone, suffered so much poverty, and was immersed in excitement, I really couldn't tell the truth."

"You mean…" Lin Xian choked, he seemed to have guessed the truth.

The homeroom teacher turned around and looked at Lin Xian, nodding:

"Actually, we homeroom teachers know your college entrance examination results earlier than you."

"Zhou Duanyun's college entrance examination results that year…"

"Only 300 points."