It's really not ordinary cruel.

Cen Yueyue found a plastic bag and put it on her hand. She checked Huang Ning's fingernails and found some fibers on them.

She picked up the medicine that fell on the quilt and looked at the words on the bottle.

"That's not right. That doesn't make sense."

She muttered, frowning.

Xie Erlan and Nangong Yi who caught up also went upstairs, and when they saw this scene, their faces suddenly became unhappy, especially Xie Erlan, whose face changed when she saw the medicine on the table, and she looked extremely embarrassed.

It even revealed a hint of unprecedented fear.

"What's wrong?"

Nangong Yi was much calmer, but he was also surprised when he saw the drugs, but he quickly recovered.

None of these escaped Cen Yueyue's eyes.

"The note said it was a depression drug, but why did the murderer feed Huang Ning a sleeping pill? The two don't match."

She said with a frown.

"Huang Ning was still conscious when he died and struggled hard, but in the end he was unable to break free, probably because he was drunk."

Cen Yueyue pointed to the empty wine bottle on the table.

"Also, when Huang Ning was struggling last night, he pulled out some fibers from the murderer. They were yellow wool fibers."

When Cen Yueyue said this, the director had just caught up.

After hearing what Cen Yueyue said, the director's eyes suddenly turned cold, but no one else noticed.

"What's going on? Why did they call sleeping pills antidepressants? Why did the murderer choose to die in this way? What does this want to tell us?"

Cen Yueyue looked puzzled.

Xie Erlan covered her head with some excitement and said,

"It's Fu Zhitao! It must be Fu Zhitao! She's resurrected! When she died, on the day she died, she was wearing yellow clothes! The real murderer is not Dongfang Yuqi, it's Fu Zhitao, the ghost of Fu Zhitao!"

The more she spoke, the more excited she became, and she kept backing away.

"Calm down, she's dead, there's no way she can be resurrected."

Nangong Yi held her back, trying to calm her down, but Xie Erlan went crazy and bit Nangong Yi's arm.

"hiss……"

The pain prompted Nangong Yi to let go. Xie Erlan ran out muttering Fu Zhitao's name, and Nangong Yi chased her.

"It's Fu Zhi Tao, it's Fu Zhi Tao, she's haunting me, haunting me!"

"Xie Erlan, wake up!"

Nangong Yi was chasing after him.

Only Cen Yueyue and the director were left in the room. Looking at the director with a frightened look on his face, Cen Yueyue asked,

"Director, are you guys hiding something from me? What else have you done to Zhitao?"

The murderer gave such a hint. There is only one possibility, that is, this matter is not over yet and the story is not over.

And Xie Erlan suddenly went crazy and thought it was Fu Zhitao. It could only be because only a very few people knew this hint, so few people could only think it was Fu Zhitao.

"The past is the past. I don't believe in ghosts or gods. I just believe that someone is playing tricks on me."

He looked at Cen Yueyue.

"I know you have nothing to do with this. After all, you don't know such specific details. This is a secret that only the three of us know, so..."

The director suddenly smiled in a distorted way, with hostility revealed in his eyes.

"Cen Yueyue, you have a very good memory, right? I remember you said you basically have a photographic memory."

Yes, there was such a reply, Cen Yueyue nodded.

"Then do you remember what Nangong Yi wore yesterday?"

Nangong Yi?

Cen Yueyue looked at the director in surprise.

"He changed his clothes today, right? You say...if we go to his room now, can we see his clothes that have been torn?"

The director had a spare key in his hand, and at this moment, Nangong Yi went to chase Xie Erlan who ran out.

Regardless of whether Cen Yueyue answered or not, the director ran directly to Nangong Yi's room. He went in with a sullen face, and then found clothes scattered on the floor from the corner of the chair.

"See, I said before, there have never been any ghosts or gods in this world. If there are, they are just people pretending to be ghosts."

He said.