"Thank you, Professor Xiao He, for coming to see me."

Zhou Junhao said in a very conventional manner.

"Yes, I was also curious about that heroic reporter's story, so I came to see. Your story is truly admirable. I hope you can continue on this path and stay safe and sound." Xiao He spoke with a smile and great politeness, but Zhou Junhao blushed slightly.

In truth, Zhou Junhao dared not claim credit for anything; overall, the greatest contributor was the man standing before him. Many clues and information were anonymously provided to him by Xiao He using hacking techniques. It was with these clues that Zhou Junhao was able to unravel the mystery, tracing the investigation step by step, and ultimately uncovering the hotel's secret.

However, he became careless and acted rashly in the end, putting himself and the important evidence in such a desperate situation. If someone hadn't come to his rescue, his seven-day mourning period would probably have passed several times over.

Every time Zhou Junhao thinks about his gullibility and stupidity back then, he can't help but want to curse himself.

Unable to reveal the truth, Zhou Junhao could only silently accept the praise from others, swallowing all the secrets and vowing to himself that he would never tell anyone.

only……

Zhou Junhao lowered his head, his gaze sweeping over Xiao He's hands hanging at his sides without leaving a trace, still harboring doubts in his heart.

It was a pair of perfectly intact hands, with long, slender fingers and distinct knuckles. The back of the hands had some slight blue veins, and the skin was fair due to years of care. However, the hands looked very large and powerful, and did not give the impression of being pampered.

Who was the person who saved him back then?

Could it be Brother Xiao?

But in that situation, he didn't seem to be injured at all.

Zhou Junhao didn't remember much of what happened that night. He only remembered that he vaguely forced the important memory card into his mouth and then passed out again.

He seemed to regain consciousness for a while, but the world before him was almost completely dark, and all he could hear were Hong Ge's screams and the muffled thuds of fists hitting flesh.

Then, his breathing became easier, and the blur before his eyes was waved away. He vaguely saw a person standing in the shadows, one foot on the ground, the other hand around a woman's neck...

Zhou Junhao's last memory appeared in the hospital.

When he opened his eyes again and saw the world clearly, Zhou Junhao even thought that what had happened was just his unfulfilled fantasy before he died, his last resentment and revenge against the bad guys.

But when the police explained the situation at the scene to him, Zhou Junhao suddenly realized that what he had seen was not a fantasy or illusion, but a real event.

Hong, the guy who kidnapped him and beat him so badly he couldn't get out of bed, is now happily in the ICU. The cleaning lady who almost strangled him has both her arms and legs broken and can't get out of bed. She even needs a caregiver hired by the police to feed her.

When the police found the scene, Zhou Junhao was indeed in a terrible state, half-dead, but the other two were not in much better shape, much worse off than Zhou Junhao.

This was something Zhou Junhao never expected.

Upon hearing the news, even with a row of uniformed police officers standing in front of him, Zhou Junhao still burst out laughing. Despite his hoarse voice from the pain, he fiercely exclaimed, "That's gratifying!"

Soon after, the police questioned Zhou Junhao about whether he remembered the person who saved him that night.

Zhou Junhao shook his head decisively.

He genuinely doesn't remember.

Otherwise, Zhou Junhao would have to kneel down and kowtow to the other party several times.