Chapter 14: Regret

"Who?"

Wen Ziri pointed at Zhou Yichen, and Zhou Yichen's expression finally changed; he slowly lifted his head, "Do you suspect me?"

"I also saw it."

Wang Zhe raised his hand weakly, "It was just this morning, and you were also the person who stayed at the orphanage a year ago, and Yu Tong as well."

Zhou Yichen suddenly began to laugh, his eyes scanning back and forth between Wang Zhe and Wen Ziri, "The blood on my bed is because..."

He suddenly got stuck, and Su Mian snorted, clearly knowing why he didn't continue speaking.

His quirk is collecting bodily fluids, but out of a need to save face he lied; now, unable to explain, he was taken as a target, and he reaps what he sowed.

"Because why? Because you killed someone?"

Wang Zhe's gaze toward him grew increasingly contemptuous, and even Yu Maomao sat two steps away.

Zhou Yichen looked at the scene in disbelief, glanced at Su Mian on the podium, a faint pleading in his eyes.

Su Mian raised an eyebrow, finding it somewhat unbelievable.

He knew that her script clearly wrote Lin Xiaofan's quirk, so at this moment he was looking at her, hoping she would help him explain everything.

How interesting, a person who once glared at her, suspecting her of being the murderer, now tries to win her over and lend a hand.

If I were the murderer, this game would be a sure smooth sailing.

But unfortunately, she isn't.

Su Mian sighed, took out a bottle and walked to Zhou Yichen; before explaining, she always has to collect a little interest, doesn't she?

"I want to collect your emotions, may I?"

Zhou Yichen was stunned; he watched the person before him lean slightly forward, her hair strands hanging down, a faint fragrance drifting, her slender, delicate face bearing a subtle sense of detachment.

In an instant, those pleasant memories flooded his mind: the girl's sleepy expression, the way she read earnestly, even the way she glared up at him in anger suddenly became especially charming.

Su Mian frowned, shook the bottle, and Zhou Yichen snapped back to reality.

"Oh... okay."

A gray vapor condensed inside the bottle; if the guess is correct, it should be regret.

She closed the bottle, sat back down, and said lightly, "The blood on his bed is because his quirk is collecting bodily fluids."

At those words, everyone present let out a sigh.

"How did you know?"

"We were childhood sweethearts."

Wang Zhe let out an "Oh", pursed his lips, wondering why he drew this role...

An hour passed quickly, the five of them still had no clue, and the script trembled a bit.

【Please go to the Director's Office to vote.】

"Who goes first?"

At the mention of the DM, everyone's face showed a faint terror, especially Zhou Yichen, whose neck began to throb with phantom pain.

Su Mian still led the charge; she stood up and walked toward the door.

Dong dong—

"Enter."

The DM leaned casually against the desk, his long legs crossed over the edge of the desk.

He pointed at the crayons on the desk, "Pick a color you like and put it into the chest of the person you suspect."

Those chests were labeled with each of their names, and each bore different doodles.

Especially her chest, covered with butterflies, little flowers, cats, and various simple sketches; you could tell the orphanage kids adored her.

She suddenly thought this person was very down-to-earth; Su Mian imagined a tall figure borrowing unwanted chests from the old lady, then scribbling their names hastily.

He even finished writing and tossed them aside; the curious kids gathered around and started doodling, and before voting he just grabbed a few crayons and brought them in, truly lazy.

She didn't know who drew a skull and a cross on Zhou Yichen's chest, and Su Mian couldn't help but laugh.

She guessed it was a pitiful child that Zhou Yichen had taken for a task.

But she soon frowned, because there was truly no clue; the only known thing now was that she and Wang Zhe were not suspects.

Her father's company went bankrupt, and the rival company's name was exactly the one Kai Luo's father owned; he truly was a mixed-blood, and indeed had only visited the orphanage once.

Among the remaining three, the least suspicious was Yu Maomao; she has predictive abilities, and if she were Yu Tong, she would foresee the future and definitely not let herself fall into danger.

What about Zhou Yichen and Wen Ziri?

From their behavior, Zhou Yichen was targeting her from the start, and was very passive about searching for clues.

Wen Ziri likes women's clothing; does that prove he might actually be a girl who changed?

But that's a bit nonsense.

The most important thing is how the murderer killed, what method was used, and whether it relates to their quirks; if Zhou Yichen used blood collection as a shield to kill, that's not impossible.

And... Yu Maomao never displayed her quirk at any point.

Wang Zhe's midnight sheep-counting is well known, Wen Ziri also wears girls' skirts every day, and there's no need to mention her and Zhou Yichen.

If Yu Maomao lied, then things would become even more complicated.

In the other room, the Activity Room was silent, and Zhou Yichen suddenly lifted his head.

"I think it's Mi Guo."

The others looked at him in surprise; Wang Zhe was even more incredulous, "Why?"

"We were childhood sweethearts, so I know many things about her; she was abandoned to the orphanage by her parents because of her quirk, and her parents didn't like her."

Zhou Yichen took out a group photo, and the others crowded around; the photo showed Mi Guo, Lin Xiaofan, and Mi Guo's parents.

The parents in the photo were marked with big crosses, and the back of the photo read:

Girls should all die.

She was looked down upon by her parents since childhood, so she hates herself and also hates girls.

The two who died were both girls; could it really be such a coincidence?

Right, and the first time only she went out at night; the second time she was closest to the victim.

Yu Maomao covered her mouth, looking a bit surprised.

Wang Zhe was stunned; his back gradually leaned backward, still somewhat unwilling to believe.

It can't be…

Please the next Detective proceed to the Director's Office.

The few of them stared at each other, the air thick with lingering tension. Wang Zhe slowly stood up, his steps heavy as he walked toward the stairwell.

At that moment, he happened to run into Su Mian, who had just finished voting and came up.

He almost instinctively reached out, suddenly gripping her wrist, his eyes swirling with an indescribable emotion.

Su Mian stopped, looked up at Wang Zhe, calmly meeting his eyes, seeming to comprehend the emotion in his gaze, and after a while spoke.

What did Lin Xiaofan tell you?

Wang Zhe's heart jumped, he forced a bitter smile, "Mi Guo, you're too clever…"

It sounded like a compliment, yet faintly revealed helplessness and despair.

If Su Mian truly is the Murderer, then she is indeed exceptionally clever.

She is the most calm and composed among them, and also the most proactive in seeking clues and driving the mission.

This kind of calm and intelligence, once placed on the wrong side, becomes a chilling blade.

The air fell silent for a moment, then Su Mian suddenly spoke expressionlessly.

Are you a dumb pig?

Wang Zhe: …?