"Art teacher."
Upon hearing this, Qin Xin's eyebrows furrowed even tighter, "Why would an art teacher look at your weekly journals?"
Hua Jinyan shook his head, "That's not the main point."
"Then what is the main point?"
Hua Jinyan's face was expressionless, "The main point is, she's already dead."
Swiftly, Qin Xin stood up abruptly, disbelief in his eyes.
"Dead?" Cheng Guodong was shocked.
Cheng Guodong took a deep breath and asked weakly, "Did she tear up the journal, found out about the Special Department's base in the ancient castle, and so the Special Department…" He made a throat-slitting gesture.
Qin Xin gave him a sidelong glance and reminded, "It's a national department, they wouldn't do such a thing."
Cheng Guodong pursed his lips and lowered his head, "The more I say, the more mistakes I make, better to say less. I was confused, didn't think things through."
Qin Xin looked toward Hua Jinyan, asking, "How did she die?"
