Corpse Recovery Diver
Chapter 426 - 77

Chapter 426: Chapter 77

The most direct threat was the statement.

At this moment, even Yin Meng standing by was considering where in the school would be suitable for burying a body.

It’s not in Yin Meng’s nature to act so decisively.

But as long as the young man patted his leg and said "bury it", she would definitely pick up a shovel and start digging immediately.

Because she knew, the young man could tolerate Run Sheng’s stupidity, but he would never give her a chance.

Similarly, if even the companions thought it was true, then for the "threatened party", there naturally wouldn’t be any hopes for luck left.

Sun Hongxia even couldn’t help but suspect that the young man in front of her, rather than wanting the truth, would rather bury her alive.

"I say..."

Li Zhiyuan turned his head and looked at the still-open shop door.

Yin Meng walked over, closed the shop door, and locked it.

Li Zhiyuan asked, "Have you been to her room?"

"No."

"Take her to her room."

"Okay."

Yin Meng picked up Sun Hongxia, gripping her arm with one hand, a technique for immobilizing someone.

Before Li Zhiyuan went downstairs, he grabbed a can of soda from the beverage rack, took a couple of sips, and then grabbed another can.

Arriving at the basement, the door to Sun Hongxia’s room was open; the space inside was quite large, just as Xue Liangliang had previously mentioned. The only drawback of this room below was poor lighting, everything else was fine.

However, Sun Hongxia’s room had two altars set up, creating a very oppressive atmosphere.

One altar was big, about the size of a normal household dining table, and the small one was akin to a stool.

On the big altar was a portrait of a girl, and on the small one, a portrait of a boy.

The two altars faced each other, one high and one low, and next to the portrait of the boy on the small altar, there was also a cushion made out of old clothing strips.

The candles and incense burner on the altar showed no signs of use in the past couple of days.

Sun Hongxia leaned against the bed, half-sitting, half-kneeling.

When Li Zhiyuan walked in, he took a sip of soda, the other hand still holding the other can.

Yin Meng instinctively raised her hand to catch it.

But she saw the young man sit down by the bed, placing the other bottle at his feet.

Oh, it wasn’t for her.

Li Zhiyuan didn’t like to drink sweet beverages, but he was feeling a bit dizzy now and needed to replenish his sugar levels.

Sun Hongxia tried to speak several times, yet she hesitated again and again.

The thing most to be avoided in an interrogation is interrupting midway, as this allows the interrogated to reorganize their psychological defenses, giving rise to the hope of continuing to cope with you.

However, Li Zhiyuan didn’t care. "Yin Yang Face Reading" allowed him to deduce if most normal people were lying, and furthermore, he preferred to be in control.

Li Zhiyuan pointed at the portrait of the boy on the small stool and asked, "What is your son’s name?"

Yin Meng was slightly surprised; originally, she thought that the portrait of the girl on the high table was Sun Hongxia’s daughter, and possibly related to the faceless long-haired person, but unexpectedly, Sun Hongxia’s child was a son.

Sun Hongxia: "His name is Zhao Junfeng."

"And this girl?"

"Her surname is Qiu, her name is Qiu Minmin."

Li Zhiyuan finished the first can of soda, opened the second one: "What bad thing did Zhao Junfeng do to Qiu Minmin?"

Sun Hongxia: "Fengfeng, in the bathroom, violated Minmin and killed her."

"From our school?"

"Yes."

"How many years ago did that happen?"

"Seven years ago."

"Qiu Minmin’s family is also in the school, right?"

Sun Hongxia nibbled her lips, she seemed reluctant to speak, but the boy just glanced at her, and she shuddered, eventually resignedly revealing:

"Yes, her mother is here."

"My patience is limited."

"Qiu Minmin’s mother, surnamed Ran, is the dormitory matron of your building."

Yin Meng, also in the room, felt that her brain was not quite adequate.

These step-by-step answers seemed less like the young man inquiring and more like him confirming with Sun Hongxia; the question was, how did the young man know all this?

Could it be that he had prior knowledge?

That couldn’t be, if he had known beforehand, things wouldn’t have escalated to this stage.

Actually, deciphering these things is simple; the layout of the altars could lead one to conjure the image of Sun Hongxia frequently kneeling on the cushion, apologizing to the girl with her son.

The portraits of the boy and girl fitted the age of typical college students, and despite Sun Hongxia claiming to be a local, she actually carried an out-of-province accent.

Entering a formal position at school logistics is difficult, but temporary jobs are easier, and the salary and benefits certainly better than continuously working diligently at Xue Liangliang’s shop—the deduction after the fact shows that she was deliberately hiding her identity, and that she wasn’t just merely working to earn money.

Carrying a strong sense of guilt, staying in the school was likely for the sake of atonement, since Qiu Minmin had died, the object of atonement must be her family.

Li Zhiyuan was merely using the most logical reasoning in reverse deduction, then checking with Sun Hongxia for the answers, and them fitting together also had an element of luck.

"You know that Qiu Minmin is still in the school, and right here."

Sun Hongxia nodded: "Yes, she often dances upstairs at night when no one is around; she used to attend various school evening events regularly, she was a very good dancer."

"Why didn’t she seek revenge on you?"

"When I first ’saw’ her, I was scared too, but I thought, this was the sin my son committed, so even if she was a Fierce Ghost, killing me to claim my life and vent her anger would be justified, I often knelt in the upstairs dance room during that time, begging her to kill me.

But she didn’t.

Later, as so many years have passed, I just got used to it.