Zheng Cuicui was taken aback, somewhat puzzled by her meaning.
Lin Xiaoguai explained, "His behavior just doesn't match up with the actions he's committed. A young man who dares to murder, even if he's cornered, still has some nerve. And from what that prison guard said, he's even more suspect."
"What do you mean?" Zheng Cuicui pondered thoughtfully.
"Could it be that Zhang Jian has a mental illness?" Lin Xiaoguai voiced her suspicion.
In the future, she had heard about a mental illness called mania, and its symptoms seemed to match Zhang Jian's situation very closely.
Zheng Cuicui was startled, then realized, "Right, how did I not think of that?" Saying this, she quickly returned to her seat, leaned out, and said to Lin Xiaoguai and company: "Later on, could you guys bring Nuonuo back for me? I've got something to take care of and need to leave first."
"What's going on?" As the sedan sped past her, Han Shouzhen blinked, completely at a loss.
