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Lin Zhi was acting strange—too strange for June's liking.

For someone whose lines had just decreased, he seemed awfully happy. He had also been staring at June with a wide smile for a good few minutes now, making June feel uncomfortable.

They were filming another scene today—an added scene by Risa where Yian and Jian were going to converse about their evil plans against the other clans.

They were waiting for Director Jam to arrive so they could finally start the shoot, so June waited patiently in the tent for the main actors. Hana and the others were going to come by in the afternoon, so currently, only Lin Zhi and him were in the tent.

He scrolled through Navel and found an unusually large amount of fanfiction and edits of him set in an ancient world. After it was announced that he was going to participate in 'Untouched Souls,' it had been an ongoing trend in their fandom.

"Do you know what's strange?" Lin Zhi suddenly said, causing June to lift his head and look at him with raised eyebrows.

"Everything is connected to everything else—that is the first law of ecology," he started off.

"Honestly, I didn't believe in it when I was younger. How could everything be connected to everything else? Then, that would mean that we would know every person in this world."

June frowned, not really knowing where Lin Zhi was going with the conversation.

"Then, I realized that the scientists were right. Who was I, a person with a normal IQ, dare argue with it?"

"In this world, we're truly connected to everything else. First, the sun—we live under the same sun. However, one might argue that the sun rises and sets differently for each of us. However, even then, it's still the same sun—and don't you think we're already connected in that sense?"

window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64ce79d606107d003c23ea27", id: "pf-5140-1"})June pursed his lips. Lin Zhi was actually speaking quite philosophically—so unexpected for someone who has a pea-sized brain.

"Moreover, I also believe that we indirectly know all people in the world. Of course, it would be impossible to know every name...every birthday...every backstory. However, in a way, we know the person. We've come across them in ways we don't even realize. May it be a friend of a friend, a cousin of a friend whose friend went out with your friend's boyfriend, a teacher's vet...or in a crime," he smirked, turning to June.

"Look, if you're practicing a monologue, then count me out," June sighed.

"We might have been in the same crime scene," Lin Zhi continued, ignoring June's words.

"However, we might not have felt each other's presence. No—correction. One of us must have known the presence of the other...while the other remained oblivious."

"Crazy, right?" Lin Zhi chuckled.

"We're truly connected like everything else."

June lifted his chin despite already having a hint of what Lin Zhi was talking about.

"So, that night," Lin Zhi said, standing from his seat and walking to where June was. He placed his hand on the table and leaned closer to June, his eyes filled with determination.

"You saw me, didn't you?" he asked.

June looked into his eyes, not backing down.

window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64cc9e79c7059f003e4ad4b0", id: "pf-5109-1"})"What night?" June asked, feigning innocence.

Lin Zhi chuckled bitterly. "The night I killed someone," he said.

"So, you're admitting to your sins?" June asked.

Lin Zhi proudly smirked. "I might have regretted a lot of things, but this is one thing I don't regret. I would have never made it to Korea if it weren't for killing that guy."

June's jaw clenched when he didn't see even the tiniest amount of remorse in his eyes.

"You, on the other hand, are much worse," Lin Zhi said.

"As much as you try to deny it, you also contributed to his death that day."

"You could have stopped it," Lin Zhi said.

"And what? Risk getting killed, too?" June asked.

Lin Zhi shrugged. "Or maybe...you didn't want to intervene anymore," he smirked, leaning closer to June.

June clicked his tongue and pushed his chair back to stand and meet Lin Zhi's eyes.

window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "663633fa8ebf7442f0652b33", id: "pf-8817-1"})"You didn't want to intervene anymore since you already got what you needed," Lin Zhi continued.

June shook his head. As much as Lin Zhi was a dumb piece of shit, he was also very deductive and cunning. It was one of the reasons why Laohu let him stay by his side for so long. He had a lot of flaws and was easy to manipulate; however, he was just as evil as Laohu.

"You have the briefcase, don't you?" Lin Zhi asked.

June turned to him with furrowed eyebrows, making Lin Zhi burst into loud laughter.

"Goodness," he said, wiping the tears of happiness from his eyes. "I thought I would only be able to fulfill my dreams of becoming an actor once I trample on your career, but it seems like I'm getting another benefit, too."

"You're making assumptions," June said.

"The truth is not an assumption. It is, in fact, the truth. You came to China that day with your friend, Haruto, and you were given the mission of getting the briefcase. I saw it all. Haruto was the one who was supposed to do it, but you stepped in—

like you always do...and that's the reason why he jumped off of a building after getting kicked out by the company."

"You didn't give Phoenix the briefcase. You made Phoenix believe that you didn't have the briefcase," he continued to assume. "So, you were also kicked out."

To be fair, all of his assumptions were correct. However, even then, June still didn't know where he placed the briefcase. In fact, he was the only person in this world who knew and didn't at the same time.

"And so?" June asked, wanting to look unfazed. However, deep inside, he was also worried.

The proof that Bo Wen provided was fortunately not enough to show that June was truly involved in Jun-hao's death. However, if Lin Zhi dug deeper, then he feared he would find something that would ruin his career...

...for good, this time.