Chapter 125: The Question of Hu Xiaoxiao's Identity

Hu Xiaoxiao said, "Then a twisted madness spread across her face. She said, 'If I can create one of you, then I can create the next clone.' And then, unbelievably, she began scraping her own stomach with a knife. At that moment, I was desperately searching for my phone, trying to call the police. But no matter what, I couldn’t unlock it. She kept asking me, 'What are you afraid of? What’s there to fear?' Who wouldn’t be scared in such a situation? Finally, I managed to unlock my phone and was about to call when she suddenly reached out her hand to me, asking me to help her. She said, 'We’re about to have another sister.' Terrified, I ran away."

Wang Zixuan retorted, "If you didn’t kill her, why would you run?"

Hu Xiaoxiao replied, "Who wouldn’t run when faced with that? Besides, I’m just a clone of Qiuyin, without any registered identity. If the 444 Supermarket found out, I wouldn’t be able to stay in Beijing to sing."

Wang Zixuan scoffed, "That’s your side of the story. Do you have any proof?"

Hu Xiaoxiao said, "I have a habit of recording whenever I play music. That day at Xu Miaohan’s house, I was playing guitar and instinctively recorded our conversation on my phone."

She then took out her phone and played the recording.

Wang Zixuan paused before saying, "The truth has been established. Xu Miaohan’s death was indeed a suicide. But Hu Xiaoxiao, you are also guilty of excessive self-defense, concealment, and evasion of responsibility."

As the three fell silent, a Kyoto investigator suddenly shouted loudly, holding a cup of water, "Exactly! Hahaha!" Then he hurriedly approached.

The investigator said, "Absolutely right. No faults there."

Just as Hao Yingjun reached out to take the water, the investigator raised his hand, brushing him aside.

The investigator said, "Wang Baidu, come, have a sip to soothe your throat. And this matter must be punished severely. Hu Xiaoxiao must be driven out, no exceptions."

Then, stepping aside to stand beside Wang Zixuan, he bowed low and said, "Wang Baidu, the hotel rooms are all booked for you. You can check in anytime."

Hao Yingjun began, "Detective, I have a—"

But the investigator cut him off immediately, giving no room for him to speak.

The investigator added, "Also, the private dining room is reserved. Do us the honor of joining us for dinner, ah."

Wang Zixuan shook his head, "No, I won’t go, I won’t eat."

The investigator crouched down with a big smile, trying to be accommodating.

Wang Zixuan said, "Detective."

The investigator replied, "Yes? What can I do for you?"

Wang Zixuan said, "Look, you’ve already beaten me up. I have a small, immature request. Could you help me out?"

The investigator turned sharply, "Just say the word. There’s nothing I won’t help with."

Wang Zixuan said, "Hu Xiaoxiao stayed in Beijing to sing. She’s had a hard time."

The investigator said, "Yes, yes, I understand."

Wang Zixuan continued, "I hope you can be lenient and grant her a permit."

At that moment, the room was silent. Hao Yingjun glanced at Hu Xiaoxiao, while the investigator seemed about to say something but was interrupted by Wang Zixuan.

Wang Zixuan said, "Of course, to atone for her sins, she must return regularly to her hometown to visit Xu Miaohan’s foster parents."

The investigator smiled and nodded, "Oh, very sensible. Understood, understood."