Because the video was shot by Xia Xianning’s phone and had low resolution, they could clearly see that except for appearance, Dai Weijie and Zhao Hui’s demeanor, gestures, and even body type were exactly the same.
Xia Xianning put away his phone and murmured, “Now I understand why all the people killed by the flying head curse had played male companions or participated in same-sex themed scripts.”
After he finished speaking, seeing Luo Yingbai’s mischievous face winking at him, he stiffly asked, “What?”
A professional translator would translate the text as follows:
This is why Yue Ling would say that she had already calculated Zheng Hui’s eight characters and was certain he was dead—from the moment he turned himself into a flying head spell, he was no longer a living person.
Simply monstrous! But why would he do such a thing?
Xia Xianning patted his shoulder beside him, his tone unhurried: “I’ve already sent people to catch Dai Weijie, and we’ll soon know the reason.”
Chapter 31: Possession of the Soul
But shortly after, a phone call came from Wei Shou.
“Captain Xia,” he stood under a residential building, lowering his voice, “We’ve searched several of Dai Weijie’s usual residences but couldn’t find him. Could he have gotten wind of something and run away? Should we notify and check for interception at possible locations?”
“He hasn’t run away,” Xia Xianning was certain.
Zheng Yishan murmured again: “He actually did that, he’s gone mad…”
Luo Yingbai exchanged a glance with Xia Xianning and said: “So you know the inside story? Is this your way of covering up your understanding of the flying head curse?”
Zheng Yishan said in a trembling voice: “I thought he was joking. I really didn’t expect it to turn out like this.”
Her whole body was shaking, her face frighteningly pale. Luo Yingbai handed her a glass of water, which she drank in one gulp, feeling slightly better.
She tried to steady her voice: “You’ve already investigated that my family lives in the mountains of Doupang Ridge. That place is inconvenient to reach, remote, and very backward. I was the only college student in the village, and when I received my acceptance letter, the whole village was extremely happy.”
