The same familiar taste, the same familiar feeling.
Yang Yi listened calmly, just nodding occasionally, then Petra, with a puzzled look, said, "The police got involved and conducted an autopsy. They confirmed my friend died of a heart attack, but I... just feel things aren't that simple."
Yang Yi exhaled and said, "Your friend discovered something, right?"
Petra nodded lightly, then said worriedly, "Less than five minutes before he died, he called me. He said... he found evidence, the truth is being covered up by the government, and our friend, oh, the historian I mentioned to you before, was right. The diary was tampered with, and he found the photocopies."
Yang Yi took a deep breath and, trying to keep his tone calm, said, "Photocopies, why only now?"
