He walked a couple of steps to the side, though he answered the phone, his attention wasn't much directed towards Wen Xu. His eyes lingered longingly over the small room of just a few square meters, trying to see if anything else would come to mind.
"Hello? What's up?"
A clear voice came through the receiver, "Mu Yunchu is livestreaming."
Feeling Zhou Zhicheng's obvious pause, he thought for a moment and added, "I think you should watch it, she seems to be talking about this case."
The same name, the same profession, and the same cause of death.
If it wasn't the same person, it would be too coincidental.
Of course, there was another reason that made Wen Xu so sure—he remembered Xia Ling.
Even though they were separated by a corridor at the time, and she quickly closed the door, Wen Xu still remembered that face.
Compared to Mu Yunchu's livestream mentioning the case, what surprised Zhou Zhicheng more was hearing the former's name from Wen Xu's mouth.
