"What exactly happened, say something!" Li Zijun asked while driving.
Su Qing, sitting in the passenger seat, was visibly restless, his expression full of seriousness.
Was Zhang Guoxin close to him? Naturally, he wasn't, but since the narrator had hinted at him, he felt he should change this worst possible outcome.
Maybe he was too young, too inexperienced, and Zhang Heng, the murderer, left a deep impression on him.
This was a person who was pitiable, helpless, and even tragic.
In his thirties, with nothing to his name, betrayed in marriage, a loved one indirectly caused to death, mocked, and finally even his child's last veil of decency was torn away.
Then, even after being caught for murder, he still condemned himself with conscience, even considering ending it all.
Even the narrator had hinted that he wasn't dangerous to strangers, meaning that to outsiders that night, he seemed very dangerous, but only he knew he was absolutely safe.
