An Shuo first called Xu Zhao, but no one answered.
Then he dialed Zhou Jiayang's number. It was quickly answered: "An Shuo, what's up?"
Vaguely, An Shuo heard Zhou Jiayang's voice trembling.
"Officer Zhao wants to speak with you, to ask some questions," An Shuo explained, "Where are you? Are you at school?"
"I'm at my uncle's place," Zhou Jiayang said. "What does Officer Zhao want to ask?"
Zhao Kehan took the phone, speaking in a low voice: "Zhou Jiayang, is it convenient to talk alone?"
There was a long silence on the other side. Zhao Kehan was clearly patient, waiting until the other side took a deep breath: "Alright, then could Officer Zhao come over? An Shuo knows the way; let An Shuo show you."
Zhao Kehan sensed Zhou Jiayang's fear. What was he afraid of? Afraid that he'd be the next one to fall from a building?
Indeed, there was a secret in this dormitory.
What could the secret be?
Hanging up the phone, Zhao Kehan was led by An Shuo to find Zhou Jiayang.
