"We now..." Cheng Shuo still continued speaking. He couldn't stop here, couldn't think any more about what he was dreaming about at one in the morning.

"Let's go get his things."

The roommate came to his senses and said, "Follow me."

The police cordon had just been lifted. Cheng Shuo explained his reason for being there and waved the notice.

There were still people from the university at the dormitory trying to stop him. Fortunately, the police made a call on the spot and confirmed that he had indeed received authorization from Cen Zeng's mother, listening to her say calmly, "Just let this person take them."

After signing an electronic authorization form, he finally slipped in under the extremely ugly expressions of the university leaders.

Cheng Shuo felt a strange sense of lingering fear. It was a good thing he had come quickly enough.

No one cared before he died, yet they were so guarded after the fact.

Cen Zeng didn't have many things. That piece of paper was still left there, 'Quite unnecessary'. The handwriting was very light, without even a period.

So faint and flimsy it made everything seem like a joke.

The computer was off, the phone was locked. He didn't know the password.

He tried one by one. The computer had no password.

The most conspicuous thing on the desktop was a folder named "Might Be Useful."

He clicked it open. There were recordings and WeChat chats.

Cheng Shuo's hands were shaking.

He clicked on the topmost audio file. It wasn't a last will, of course not. Cen Zeng was a man of very few words.

A man's voice came from it: "Do you still want to stay in the lab? If not, then get out."

"You think you're so smart? I recruited you because your grades were good, but it turns out you're just another piece of trash."

"Can you even stay? Don't you have any idea yourself?"

Cheng Shuo abruptly paused it. The sound stopped playing, but the surroundings were still deathly silent.

He couldn't listen anymore and went to look at the screenshots. They were WeChat chats.

3 AM:

Li Aimin: I'm truly so disappointed in you.

Cen Zeng: Sorry

Li Aimin: I asked you to help with this task before, and this is what you two did?

How am I supposed to explain this to the team?

Cen Zeng: I'll do my best to fix it.

Li Aimin: Fix it? Do you know that if this project gets screwed up because of you, the entire lab's funding will be affected? I think XX shouldn't even pursue a PhD. If you don't want to do this anymore, just say so. Don't waste my time.

4 PM:

Li Aimin: Have you organized this week's data yet?

Cen Zeng: The last set is still left. I can give it to you tonight.

Li Aimin: Tonight? Are you perhaps not suited for scientific research?

Cen Zeng: I'll do it as soon as possible.

Li Aimin: Not as soon as possible, but right now. I let you into the lab to get work done, not to slack off.

8 PM:

Li Aimin: Is my relationship with XXX something you can inquire about?

Cen Zeng: I just saw that she was in a bad mood and asked.

Li Aimin: Are you that free? Is the lab report finished?

Cen Zeng: Still organizing it. I can submit it within two hours.

Li Aimin: Then you should mind your own business first.

What makes you think XXX got direct entry into the PhD program?

Do you want some "special treatment" too?

All sorts of humiliation, flowing smoothly across several months.

The screenshots weren't modified. He had only carefully pixelated the names whenever a third party appeared. He didn't expose anyone's privacy, except for his supervisor's name.

Cen Zeng's roommate grabbed the edge of the desk, almost unable to stand steady.

"I never knew," he said.

Cheng Shuo was already devoid of extra emotion.

He closed it and clicked open an untitled Word document on the desktop. On it were just two words: Thank you.

Songti font, size 18, bold.

He stared at it, stared until his eyes began to sting.

"So..." Cheng Shuo turned his head. "Just who is his supervisor?"

The roommate didn't have any new information either, only saying that he was indeed a very well-known professor who had some bad rumors about him. But his reputation was truly great, he had backing, and with Cen Zeng's good grades, it was normal for him to apply, be accepted, and choose to go.

"All this..." He took a deep breath. "He never said a single word about it?"

His roommate, Wu Yin, shook his head.

"Cen Zeng..." he said, "wasn't very talkative."

He certainly wasn't talkative. All that was left was evidence, not a statement.

The only words belonging to him were just those few.

It was impossible to know who the "Thank you" was written for.

No matter who it was for, it was ironic enough.

"Then let's make a scene." Cheng Shuo took a deep breath. "The person is already dead, and he was even thoughtful enough to leave evidence. We have to make a scene. It has to be investigated, right?"

He logged onto Weibo. They had finally deigned to issue a notice.

Blue background, white text, announcing the end of a life.

Meaningless. Everything was meaningless.

He hadn't left a single word of his own. Accompanying the notice was his funeral portrait in the comments.

Black and white, an ID photo.

Scrolling down, people were guessing about his family's financial situation.

Scrolling down, his college entrance exam scores, his university grades. Oh, so impressive, some people sighed.

The top comments below were from people coming forward to talk about the supervisor's depravity.