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Yu Qingyu swore loudly, taking deep breaths to calm himself down. They had just left Guan Zanzan's apartment, and all the frustration that had built up in him throughout the interrogation had finally burst out.

"I can't believe this guy! He's lying, he's totally lying! I can bet that he was more than just a witness! Especially with that woman, Meigui. I am certain he had something to do with her death!"

"I know how you feel… I wish we could just drag him back into the mansion, and confront him with the ghosts," Chu Junsha sighed. "But we can't really do that."

Yu Qingyu clicked his tongue, lighting up a cigarette. "I know, I know… I just hate it so much. So many people died, and he still only cares about himself…"

"Well, that's how a lot of people are. But, are you really going to keep this a secret?"