It was brazenly stealing through his permission to enter; as long as sothing was missing, they were destined to be listed as suspects.
We can only say that Mo Yi’s theft involved too many coincidences.
Su Xiaocai ca early in the morning, dawdling for over an hour, and the professors and students who rented the repair room stopped to watch when they saw the police, wanting to know what was happening.
Before long, the forum had related questions, all asking why Su Xiaocai called the police again.
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A sleepless Li Shanchun tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep soundly, thinking a lot, and the more he analyzed, the more he felt his friend was problematic.
It was too strange.
He only fell asleep around three or four in the morning.
Before six, he suddenly woke up and got out of bed.
He knew his roommate studied chanical knowledge and had been working on developing a chanical product that could sell well.
But every ti, the design drawings had to be revised multiple tis under the teacher’s guidance before passing.
It had been like this since freshman year; it was impossible for him to suddenly figure it out and create sothing that the "ntor" coveted in the second sester of sophomore year.
Moreover, if the "ntor" had stolen it, they wouldn’t blatantly leave it in the repair room.
He planned to wake his friend up and ask.
But he knocked on the door, and there was no response. He knocked for a while, waking the other roommates, but no one ca out.
"Stop knocking, just open the door and check. In case he’s fainted and can’t hear you."
The paint-stained boy thought for a mont, agreeing. So he turned the doorknob, and the door wasn’t locked; it opened easily.
The bedroom was empty, and the bed was cold.
There was no one in the bathroom either.
Paint-stained boy: "Where did he go so early?"
The other two roommates laughed and said, "Does he ever get up early? We’ve never seen it. He won’t get out of bed until the last minute. We don’t know why you hang out with him; he’s so lazy and always daydreaming."
"He’s been my friend since we were kids."
"Yes, yes, you always say he’s your childhood buddy. You consider him your good buddy, but he might not feel the sa about you. If you need to find him urgently, it’s best to contact him through the communicator."
The two roommates, woken up, didn’t bla the paint-stained boy, understanding that he had lost a match miserably the previous day and was in a bad mood, so they sympathetically left the dormitory.
Mainly because they feared he’d start ranting endlessly.
The paint-stained boy called, but as soon as he dialed, he was t with a busy tone and got disconnected.
He tried several more tis, all with the sa result.
It was then he realized his friend had blocked him, but why?
Before long, soone knocked on the door.
Three uniford police officers stood outside, holding up their badges, with Wei Laiwen behind them. Needless to say, last night’s incident had been exposed.
The paint-stained boy was upset, feeling panicked and uneasy.
The police asked him where the other boy was, and the paint-stained boy shook his head.
"I don’t know. I woke up early and wanted to find him to go to the repair room and apologize, but he wasn’t there."
Of course, the police wouldn’t just take his word for it and went to search under Wei Laiwen’s watch.
Unable to find anyone, the paint-stained boy still had to be taken back.
Porlin led him to the repair room, while the other two officers went to track down the other boy.
Through Wei Laiwen, Porlin learned that the paint-stained boy was nad Li Shanchun.
He asked what they were doing in the repair room last night.
Li Shanchun’s mind was still foggy as he stumbled through recounting the previous night’s events.
At this mont, Li Shanchun no longer saw a clear line between good and evil.
Because he concealed part of the truth, subconsciously covering for his friend and suggesting soone might have stolen his friend’s things, which was why his friend behaved so unusually last night.
Wei Laiwen, grinding his teeth in annoyance, said, "You believe whatever people say, they couldn’t possibly steal Mo Yi’s things. With his procrastinating nature, if he graduates on ti, I’d be laughing in my sleep."
Li Shanchun was the cha Master on whom he pinned high hopes, while Mo Yi was Wei Laiwen’s most troubleso student.
He never did his assignnts properly, always indulging in wild fantasies, using his smart mind for unrealistic things, and Wei Laiwen repeatedly scolded him, disappointed in his wasted potential.
Li Shanchun was still unwilling to believe his friend was bad, thinking that Mo Yi just loved fantasizing, but with his creativity, he could possibly inspire others.
Until he t the owner of the damaged item from the previous night.
Li Shanchun’s beliefs crumbled, "Why is it you?"
If the item’s owner was Su Xiaocai, then all of Mo Yi’s claims could be overturned, because Su Xiaocai had never interacted with Mo Yi at all.
"Hmm? Do you know ?" Su Xiaocai listened as Wei Laiwen recounted what Li Shanchun had confessed.
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