"I heard that his mother disliked him since he was little. After the death of his mother, his step-mother hated him even more. He can't enjoy his life if he lives in such a family."

"But Xiao Chengye is his father. How can he watch him suffer?"

Su Yuan found it weird.

Sun Jing shook his head, "It's their family affair. I can't understand it."

"Does Xiao Rong seem to be suspicious so far?"

Su Yuan asked Sun Jing.

Sun Jing shook his head after thinking about the fact that Xiao Rong had been living on the mountain since the case took place, "No, he guarded the graveyard of the Zhang Family after Zhang Tiantian's death and only went downhill last night with Song Shuang and his wife. As soon as he arrived at the hotel, he took a shower. I don't see anything suspicious about him."

"Do we need to keep monitoring this poor man?" Su Yuan asked Sun Jing.

Sun Jing looked down and didn't know what to do, "Do you think he's suspicious?"

"If you can't see anything suspicious about him, neither can I."

After the discussion, Su Yuan and Sun Jing both felt that Xiao Rong was not suspicious and turned off the surveillance camera.

Xiao Rong sank into the bathwater slowly almost the same time as the surveillance camera was off.

The water was rippling due to his movement.

His face was distorted by the water.

His lips seemed to curve.

Gu Baisheng had been waiting for Xiao Rong for over an hour.

Xiao Rong walked out of the bathroom in his pajamas.

His hair was very long because he hadn't got his hair cut for a long time. Some of his hair stuck to his neck and the water fell down into his top.

He was like a little kid who couldn't take care of himself, so Gu Baisheng couldn't help taking up a towel and trying to wipe Xiao Rong's hair.

But Song Shuang was quicker.

When she was about to put the towel on Xiao Rong's head, Song Shuang reached out and took it over.

Song Shuang seemed to mind her care for Xiao Rong. When he took the towel, he gave it to Xiao Rong indifferently, "Your hair is still wet."

Holding the towel, Xiao Rong thanked him and started to wipe his hair.

He did it carefully.

He hadn't bathed like this for a long time, so he seemed to be extremely careful while wiping his hair.

Gu Baisheng watched him wiping his hair and sat back on the chair next to Song Shuang quietly.

Then she asked, "I want to know what happened when Zhang Tiantian got killed."

Xiao Rong was wiping his hair quickly.

But he suddenly stopped after hearing Gu Baisheng's words.

Gu Baisheng stared at him nervously.

She was worried that he might lose control like Qu Xiaobo.

But after a moment of silence, Xiao Rong looked up.

He put the towel on his legs and gestured, "Do you have a pen?"

Gu Baisheng got the pen and paper ready.

She passed them over to Xiao Rong immediately.

Xiao Rong took them and started drawing on the paper.

Gu Baisheng waited for him to finish.

It took Xiao Rong over 20 minutes to finish his painting.

He even became silent in the middle of his drawing.

He seemed to be recalling the scenario.

He continued to draw after he recalled everything.

"Has he learnt drawing before?"

Song Shuang looked at his painting and asked Gu Baisheng.

Gu Baisheng shook her head, "I have no idea."

Although she saved Xiao Rong's life, she didn't know much about him.

"No."

Xiao Rong raised his hands and gestured to him.

Song Shuang looked at him and asked, "Have you finished?"

Xiao Rong nodded and passed the painting over to Song Shuang.

Song Shuang frowned at the painting after looking at it.

He became a bit skeptical.

Gu Baisheng had a close look at the painting after noticing Song Shuang's weird look.

Xiao Rong was good at drawing.

He was particularly good at sketching. His painting was so accurate and vivid.

Song Shuang had seen the photos of the crime scene, but he stopped Sun Jing from showing the photos to Gu Baisheng because he worried that it was too much for her to handle.

But Xiao Rong's painting depicted the death of Zhang Tiantian as accurately as photos.

He didn't believe it when Xiao Rong said that he didn't learn how to draw previously.

"Tiantian..."

Gu Baisheng raised her hand to cover her mouth when she looked at this miserable painting.

Song Shuang hurried to take the painting away.

But it was still a bit late.

Gu Baisheng seemed to be shocked at the bloody scene, and she rushed to the bathroom and threw up.

Song Shuang frowned and glared at Xiao Rong before he followed her into the bathroom.

Song Shuang put Xiao Rong's painting on the table.

Xiao Rong turned around to look at the painting primly.

Song Shuang patted Gu Baisheng's back gently, "Do you feel better now?"

Gu Baisheng straightened up and shook her head. When she was about to talk, she couldn't help throwing up again.

"Xiao Rong's painting is good. It looks like a photo."

Song Shuang commented on the painting coldly.

Gu Baisheng looked up after feeling better, "Yes, it does."

She wiped her lips with her hand and still felt the stomachache, "I feel like I saw the blood in person. It makes me sick."

After saying so, she started to throw up again.

Song Shuang patted her back patiently, "Why do you throw up so often lately? Are you scared of blood?"

"No, I wouldn't study medicine if I'm afraid of blood."

Gu Baisheng coughed a bit.

Song Shuang wiped her mouth with a tissue, "That's it for today."

"That's it?"

Gu Baisheng asked Song Shuang in surprise while wiping her mouth.

She and Song Shuang agreed to ask Xiao Rong about Zhang Tiantian and Zhang Kai.

But they only just asked him about what Zhang Tiantian's crime scene looked like and decided to stop.

"He's good at painting. You threw up after seeing his painting about Zhang Tiantian. If he draws what happened to Zhang Kai, I don't know how you would react to it."

Gu Baisheng paused after hearing his words.

Then she nodded, "OK."

Gu Baisheng was reasonable. Song Shuang helped her up from the ground, "I'll send you back to your room."

"What about you?"

She looked at him.

Didn't he go back and get some rest?

"I won't throw up after looking at his painting, so I want to keep talking with him."

Song Shuang looked at the doorway.

He didn't know when Xiao Rong walked to the door quietly and looked at Gu Baisheng concernedly with his hand on the door.

Gu Baisheng saw Xiao Rong.

She thought that he was worried about her, so she smiled, "I'm fine. I threw up because I'm unacclimatized, not because of your painting."

Xiao Rong heard it and looked down silently. Gu Baisheng didn't know whether he believed her words.

He looked like a listless animal.

He was so quiet and harmless that he didn't even seem to exist.

"I'll send you back."

Song Shuang helped her out of the room.

Xiao Rong didn't look up when they walked past him.

He just stared at the floor.

Gu Baisheng was worried and asked Song Shuang in a low voice, "Do you think that Xiao Rong needs to see a therapist? I think he's traumatized after going through so much."

"I'll find him one after we go back to Beicheng."

"I know a therapist named Ye Xiao. She was Qu Xiaobo's therapist." Gu Baisheng thought about the therapist introduced by Song Yi.

But Song Shuang was not in a rush, "Let's talk about this after we go back to Beicheng."

Song Shuang sent her back to her room and watched her go to bed. He tucked her in and touched her forehead to make sure that she didn't have a fever. He said, "Get some sleep. I'll talk to Xiao Rong."

"Yeah." Gu Baisheng held the duvet and worried that Song Shuang's cold face might scare Xiao Rong, so she reminded him, "When you ask him questions, please be nice."

Song Shuang frowned.

Gu Baisheng lowered her requirement after seeing him frown, "At least not to scare him with a cold face."

"I'm not a devil."

Song Shuang answered helplessly.

Then he turned away.

Xiao Rong walked to his bed after Song Shuang left.

The pencil and sketchbook prepared by Gu Baisheng were on his bed.

Gu Baisheng bought them from a local shop in town.

At the same time, Xiao Rong started drawing the horrible scenes he saw in the sketchbook with the pencil.

He kept drawing with his head down.

Song Shuang returned to the room and saw Xiao Rong drawing.

So he sat across from him, "People tend to remember it particularly well when they watch people die and do nothing."

Xiao Rong suddenly stopped drawing.

Song Shuang took the painting torn out by Xiao Rong from the bed.

It was the painting that Gu Baisheng saw previously.

He showed it to Xiao Rong, "They try to forget what happened due to guilt. But the more they try to forget, the better they remember."

Xiao Rong's eyes became wider open while watching the painting.

His eyes suddenly flickered and held his pencil to write down a sentence on the paper.

The pencil rustled on the paper.

He finished his sentence really quickly and showed it to Song Shuang.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Song Shuang reached out to grab his sketchbook, slowly tore out the paper, and rolled the paper into a ball.

He then threw it into the rubbish bin.

He told Xiao Rong, "I don't like beating around the bush, so I'll be honest with you."

He looked into Xiao Rong's clear but nervous eyes, "If you don't tell me the truth, I won't take you back to Beicheng."

Xiao Rong put his hands on his legs and clenched them.

He wanted to gesture something.

Song Shuang seemed to foresee what Xiao Rong wanted to say.

Before he gestured, Song Shuang spoke first, "You can't go back even if she agreed to take you back. I'm the boss."