Song Juntian

"Do you think that the Night Judge could know about those old cases from the past and understand the inside story of those secret poisoning cases that our police force keeps confidential, plus he has rich anti-investigation experience?

What does this explain?

Either he is one of our police officers, and not in a low position.

Or he has people inside our police force, similarly, not in a low position.

I even suspect the Disciples organization is in a similar situation," Wei Dongqing said calmly.

After a long silence, Forensic Doctor Qin sighed, "Apart from us 5, everyone else is suspicious."

"Pay attention, this matter cannot be investigated openly, we can only secretly observe. Alas, things are getting more and more complicated..." Su Mo truly felt that the poisoning case by Number 6 was ingeniously planned.

Let's now analyze what was so ingenious about this crime.

First, it's the timing. The poison was placed in the victim's home nearly a month in advance.

No one could have thought of this, at least the police absolutely could not.

Also, neighborhood surveillance videos generally auto-delete every week or every two weeks.

That means by the time Number 6 or Su Mo took action, the neighborhood footage would have long been overwritten, so their shadows could not possibly show up.

So the surveillance lead is locked for the police, they have nothing to check.

Second is the free rein in the modus operandi.

Because it was remote poisoning with camera monitoring for timing, there was a lot of flexibility.

For example, they could find a chance to poison the water, or the food, etc.

There was also no time limitation, action could be taken anytime there was a chance, whether day or night.

Third, the perfect traceless crime scene.

With this murder method, no physical evidence, no witnesses, no surveillance, no clues were left behind.

Just looking at the scene, no police in the world could crack this case.

Fourth, no restrictions on the tools used either.

Although Su Mo used remote control planes, that was because there were few targets. Also, toy planes were already present in the target's home, so they did not look out of place.

But Number 6 was different. Aside from remote planes, she also had remote Ultraman, remote boxes, etc.

As long as it could combine poisoning and monitoring functions, it could serve as a tool.

What it looked like on the outside was not important, as long as it was reasonable. For example, a medicine box would be reasonable in an old person's home, a toy car would not.

Sitting in the chair, Su Mo started planning:

"Next, it's my turn. Their questions were very satisfying.

My questions definitely can't fall short of Number 6's. Let me think, which plan should I use?"

After thinking for a while, Su Mo recalled the movie he watched yesterday.

"I've got it, Disciples, here I come!"

The next day, May 1st, at 9am, a youth walked into the archives.

This youth looked to be 27, 28 years old. He wore loose Taoist robes, slightly shorter than Su Mo at about 5'9".

A carefree, transcendent smile was always on his face. His skin was fair, but he did not seem to care much for his image - stubble grew freely, clearly ungroomed for some time.

He walked rhythmically, seeming casual yet every step was like depicting a landscape painting.

In short, this youth did not look like someone from modern society, more like a swordsman who walked out of a book, with a unique aura that was hard to describe.

He had a huge woven bag slung over one shoulder and sauntered casually towards Su Mo.

Before the youth got close, Su Mo saw him and could not help sighing:

"If this guy went to act in ancient dramas, he probably wouldn't even need makeup. A natural fit."

A few seconds later, the youth walked into Su Mo's office.

He casually flung the woven bag onto the floor, then very naturally sat in the chair nearby, smiling at Su Mo: "Brother, pour me some water, dying of thirst here."

Su Mo pretended not to hear and asked: "Are you the one taking over for Sister Zhao? Brother, how may I address you?"

Seeing Su Mo unwilling to help with the water, the fellow was not polite either. He picked up Su Mo's cup and downed the contents in a few gulps, emptying it completely.

After wiping his mouth, the youth grinned: "Brother, from now on, we'll be relying on each other in this archive. I'm called Song Juntian, you?"

"Su Mo"

After a simple chat, Su Mo went through the procedures with Song Juntian, and also brought him to the dorms.

The archives were large with few people, so there were many vacant rooms without overcrowding.

By afternoon, the first floor office went from Su Mo alone to two people.

Su Mo was still there reading a book on the school of mind, "The Philosophy of Wang Yangming".

"Not bad, one of the few fine works, but not easy to understand. Needs some life experience," Song Juntian suddenly popped up this comment.

Su Mo put the book down and looked at Song Juntian: "You understand the philosophy of mind?"

Song Juntian grinned: "A bit, just a bit."

Su Mo became interested. Anyway he was free, and he felt this Song Juntian was no ordinary man.

So he asked: "Brother Song, what do you think about good and evil?"

Song Juntian laughed: "Good and evil, only little kids ask that. This question should not have come from you.

But since you asked, let me share my view.

There is no good or evil in this world, only worthwhile or not worthwhile.

For example, Zhang San hits Li Si. To Li Si, Zhang San is the bad guy, even if Zhang San is a saint.

Wang Er helped Ma Zi. To Ma Zi, Wang Er is a good person, even if Wang Er is an extremely wicked villain.

So good or bad is never absolute, it's relative.

Who does you harm is bad, who benefits you is good, that's all, very boring."

This was Su Mo's first time hearing such a viewpoint and he found it very interesting. So he continued asking:

"Then what do you think is right and what's wrong?"

Song Juntian laughed loudly: "Right and wrong, only little kids ask that. This question should not have come from you.

But since you asked, let me share my opinion.

There is no right or wrong in this world, only worthwhile and not worthwhile.

For example, you did something not good, but gained a lot from it.

If you feel it was worthwhile, then you were right.

Conversely, if you did something praised by everyone, but end up feeling it wasn't worthwhile for you, then you were wrong.

Right or wrong is unimportant and needs no consideration.

What matters are the impacts of things on you. If it brings positive effects, great.

If negative impacts, then think of solutions to resolve those problems, to eliminate the negative effects. That is most important. As for right or wrong? Don't be silly, we're not elementary schoolers studying morals."