The classmates were quite cooperative about this, since they had nothing to hide and nothing to feel guilty about, they all confidently held out their hands for inspection.
Moreover, the incident was too vile, too terrifying. If they couldn't find out who among them was responsible, they themselves would be afraid. What if they became the next target? They certainly might not be as lucky as Ruan Jiaojiao.
So basically, everyone was very cooperative. Whichever place Xiu Xi walked past, they would consciously present their hands for him to see.
But in fact, Xiu Xi wasn't relying on sight; he was relying on smell. His sense of smell had long since returned to its original level.
It was each person's turn in succession, and soon it was the turn of Group Four. Qi Weixin, sitting at the second desk of Group Five, had a somewhat pale complexion. Her hand, hidden under the desk, was clenched into a fist, and she was so tense she was almost spasming.
