"I... I killed someone..."

Behind me, Zhou Jin held a knife, blood splattered on his face—his whole body seemed to tremble.

The man's body on the ground had stopped moving.

"How did you..."

I wanted to ask Zhou Jin so much—how he appeared, why he disappeared just now, how much he heard...

But he seemed almost soulless, as if he couldn't answer a single question.

"Can you not call the police?"

Seeing me take out my phone, he anxiously pressed down on my hand, "I killed someone."

"But you did it to save me."

"Bro, I'm begging you, don't call the police."

Desperately, he knelt down in front of me, then bowed his head and tapped on his own phone, and the serrations that bound me shrank back.

Almost without hesitation, I put down my phone and nodded at him. Indeed, Zhou Jin was honest. No matter what, he had killed someone, all for me—this wasn't the time to push him.

"You go back first. Go downstairs from here and use the side door... Remember to wear this, cover the blood."

Trembling, he picked up a jacket draped over a nearby chair and handed it to me, gesturing towards the elevator beside.

"You..."

"Let me handle myself for a while."

He squatted where he was, hands buried in his hair.

This was his old habit, curling up on his own whenever something happened.

I didn't insist further, took the clothes and left.

But of course, I didn't go home. I just found a coffee shop downstairs.

Anyway, I couldn't sleep.

I sat down by a window seat, scenes replaying in my mind.

"Blame yourself, your curiosity is too heavy."

"Before you appeared, my business was seamless."

"You, indeed clever, how else could you hack into our HR system."

I suddenly sat up straight.

"Programming"... Could it be that they set me up after discovering I entered their system?

Then why did Zhou Jin say he helped me explain to the company?

And... Why can Zhou Jin's phone control the murder chair in Director Fang's office?