Song Guiyi left Shen Rongzhu's house, went downstairs, found an open space, and stood there with his arms crossed, not talking or laughing. From a distance, he looked like a long knife stuck upside down in the ground. Li Su saw that his face was tense, and knew that he was thinking about something, so she didn't disturb him and went back to the car to wait.
After a long while, he finally opened the door and sat in the passenger seat. The corners of his mouth relaxed a little, but his eyes were still heavy.
Li Su asked: "Have you figured it out?"
Song Guiyi nodded. "I have a hypothesis. If she is the murderer, it makes sense logically, but I can't understand her motive at all. Some things need to be confirmed."
"I'm not interested in the murderer. I want to know why you've been so uneasy lately."
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