Chapter 92 of 100
Chapter 92
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After spending the whole day online, he finally managed to make himself a meal late at night. At this moment, he couldn't help but start to miss his mother's nagging.
When his parents were around, he never had to worry about going hungry. But now, he had to rely on himself to provide for his own needs.
He cooked a packet of instant noodles for himself, but before he could even serve them, the phone in his pocket began to vibrate. He took it out and saw that it was his college roommate, Cao Jinhai, calling:
"Can't wait to see me already?"
Muttering to himself, Xia Tianqi answered the call and teased:
"What's up, Old Hai? Are you...?"
"Xia Tianqi, are you free now?"
Before Xia Tianqi could finish his sentence, Cao Jinhai's somewhat hoarse voice interrupted him, sounding as if something had happened.
Xia Tianqi quickly put aside his playful tone and asked anxiously:
"I'm free. Are you okay?"
"If you're free, come to the school right away. Changye... Changye... and Shucheng are in trouble..."
By the end of the call, Cao Jinhai's voice had turned into a sob.
Xia Tianqi stepped hard on the gas pedal, the car filled with cold air, and his eyes, red-rimmed, stared at the blurry road ahead, his ears filled with Cao Jinhai's nearly broken words:
"Changye... and Shucheng are in trouble..."
When Xia Tianqi arrived at Yingcai College, the school gates were already sealed off. He got out of the car and stood outside, looking in, and saw several glaring police lights flashing.
There was no doubt that something had happened at the school.
A few security guards were guarding the gate tightly. Since it was almost midnight, there was almost no one around the school. Otherwise, this place would have been surrounded by onlookers.
He kept explaining to the security guards that he was a student at the college and emphasized that he was a roommate of the person involved. Only then did the guards open the gate a crack to let him in.
The arrival of the police cars had already alarmed most of the students still on campus. Most of them were watching from their dormitory windows, while a few had come down to the playground.
Although only a few had come down, the sheer number of students still made the area around the incident quite crowded.
Xia Tianqi ran over in a hurry. It was indeed the male dormitory where he used to live. Looking up at the room where he had lived for three years, he saw that the curtains had been deliberately drawn.
"Move, move, let me through!"
Xia Tianqi squeezed through the crowd but was stopped by the police guarding the door:
"I'm telling you for the last time, no one can go in now!"
"The person involved is my roommate, I have to go up!"
The police were firm, but Xia Tianqi was even more determined. Just as the police were about to say something, Xia Tianqi showed his work ID to the police:
"Can I go in now?"
The police took Xia Tianqi's work ID, looked at it with some confusion, and then, as if he had changed into a different person, nodded and let him through:
"Yes, you can go in."
"Why can he go in? We want to go in too!"
"The person involved lives next to me, we want to..."
Xia Tianqi ignored the murmurs behind him, took the work ID from the police, and ran up the stairs.
When he ran up, he saw two staff members carrying a stretcher out of the dormitory. The white cloth covering the stretcher made it clear that the person on it was dead.
The two staff members were clearly about to carry the body downstairs. When they saw Xia Tianqi standing in the stairwell, they were surprised, wondering how he had gotten in.
The two staff members carried the body toward the stairwell. As they passed Xia Tianqi, he didn't hesitate and lifted the white cloth on the stretcher, revealing a face that was almost unrecognizable.
The face was covered in cuts, one after another, making it almost impossible to identify the body if one wasn't familiar with the person.
"Shucheng...!"
Seeing the body, Xia Tianqi felt his head "buzz" with disbelief.
"Who are you? Who told you to touch that?"
"..."
Xia Tianqi didn't hear the staff members' reprimands. He quickly walked to his dormitory.
At the door of the dormitory, three people were standing. Two were police officers guarding the door, and the other was Cao Jinhai, who was in a state of emotional breakdown, covering his face and crying.
"Da Hai..."
Xia Tianqi instinctively called out softly.
"Who let you in?"
"Are you talking to me?"
The two police officers clearly thought Xia Tianqi had sneaked in and came over to scold him.
Xia Tianqi didn't bother to argue with them, threw his work ID at them, and quickly went to Cao Jinhai's side, squatting down and patting his shoulder:
"Da Hai, what happened?"
Hearing Xia Tianqi's voice, Cao Jinhai lifted his red eyes:
"Changye... killed... Shucheng... Changye has gone mad..."
"What! Shucheng was killed by Changye? How is that possible!"
"I wish it was a dream, but Tianqi... it's true. Shucheng's parents are on their way, I can't imagine how they will react when they see Shucheng..."
At this point, Cao Jinhai was already sobbing and couldn't speak.
"It's impossible, how could Changye kill Shucheng."
In his memory, although Li Changye's relationship with Yang Shucheng wasn't as close as his relationship with Cao Jinhai, it was certainly not bad, and there was no reason for such a serious conflict.
"Where is Changye?"
"He has been taken away by the police."
After seeing Xia Tianqi's work ID, the two police officers didn't stop him and let him enter the crime scene.
The floor, the bed, and even the walls were splattered with dark red blood. Xia Tianqi could easily imagine the gruesome scene of Yang Shucheng being stabbed to death.
"If Changye really did this, he must have gone mad!"
Although Cao Jinhai said Changye did it, Xia Tianqi found it hard to accept without seeing Changye and getting confirmation from the police.
Looking at the tightly drawn curtains, Xia Tianqi couldn't help but recall the many moments they had shared in this dormitory.
Drinking together, smoking together, playing games together.
But now, all of that was over. The beauty of the past was locked away, never to return.