Although I had suspicions that Lang Jun was the murderer, I wanted to be sure so I handed over his photo. "Is this the man you saw?"

Ding Xu nodded as he wept.

Xiaotao stared at me blankly and faltered, "Song Yang, w-what’s going on here? Their roles are all mixed up!"

"Isn’t it better we hear what he has to say instead of my explanation?" I laughed coldly.

"Are we leaving now?" asked Xiaotao.

"Patience,” I said. “If he can wait two years, then so can we. When he thinks he’s gotten off scot-free, that’s when we rip off his mask!"

I comforted Ding Xu, but to be honest, I partly sympathized and yet despised him for his  weak character. But his psyche had just stabilized and I was afraid to excite him.

Ding Xu was of great significance to us. Whether we could convict Lang...