When Yu Zihan mentioned the first two theories, the young man in the cell remained motionless, like a soulless husk.
But when Yu Zihan brought up the final theory, the young man in the cell reacted as if he'd been struck. He jerked his head up, his once-lifeless eyes now glowing with a strange light as he exclaimed, "No! I'm the one who killed him! Yu Zihan, how well do you really know me? We were classmates for three years, but we barely spoke more than a few times. How could you possibly know I wouldn't do something like this!
I've had enough! I was never a gifted child. I was frail, and I was a poor student. My father and mother never said it, but I knew they were disappointed in me! I never deserved to live in this world in the first place!
I hate this world! I hate the people who look down on me! I've wanted to kill someone for a long time! I want everyone to know that I, Wu Minglei, am not completely useless! I can make them all focus their attention on me!
