Corpse Recovery Diver

Xue Liangliang was the first to speak: "Xiao Yuan, is there something on the three of us that isn’t on you?"

Li Zhiyuan nodded: "The facial expressions on you three right now are quite unfavorable, indicating that you’re encountering serious misfortune. Although the theory of fortune and Feng Shui isn’t entirely accurate, it at least suggests that you have encountered something unwholesome. I originally thought I would be the same, but oddly enough, I am not."

"Binbin, give me your notebook and pen."

"Brother Liang, here."

Xue Liangliang flipped to a page, drew a square frame, then drew two figures at both the top and bottom, representing the four of us.

At last, he drew a door on the left side of the frame.

"Let’s use the process of elimination.

After we got off the train, we first went to eat together, then got onto Zhu Yang’s truck. During that time, Xiao Yuan was always with us, and the only strangers we contacted were those three, apart from Zhu Yang were the mentor and apprentice at the repair shop.

So this part can be excluded, we should look further back."

Tan Wenbin asked: "Why can’t we continue looking back, like, for example, the night we were in the truck?"

"Because things had already begun by then; Zhu Yang’s disappearance can be taken as a marker; moreover, since Xiao Yuan mentioned that it’s the three of us encountering misfortune, does the punctured tire count? If it’s counted, then the timeline can be extended further back, perfectly covering the time all four of us were together in the truck, do you understand?"