Qin Jiao started the car. She looked at the asphalt road ahead and said helplessly, "If he insists on taking the blame for Xiao Tao, there's nothing anyone can do."
With Feng Lan as an eyewitness and Qin Jiqun's own confession, the murder case was as good as closed.
So, the question was, where was Qin Tao now?
Qin Shi knew better than anyone.
Her school wasn't far from home, so she commuted. Her route home was always along the main road, so Qin Zhonghui and Su Yun had never worried.
And at night, she usually had a classmate from the same residential complex to walk with.
But today, that classmate hadn't been feeling well and had gone home early in the afternoon. So when school let out, Qin Shi was walking home alone.
It was just after six on a summer evening. The sky wasn't dark yet, just starting to dim. There were still plenty of pedestrians on the street, all rushing home—adults to start dinner, children to toss their backpacks aside and start playing.
