The Vaulted Sky said that Xavier Daniels's gaze was problematic, but they couldn't see anything unusual either.

　　"Intuition," said Henry Harris, "or perhaps experience."

　　Quinn Shelby felt that "intuition" was truly a mysterious thing; it shouldn't even be called experience.

　　Henry Harris had been sitting for a long time, yet her posture remained upright. Her voice was deep and powerful: "If Sylvia Shaw really is the murderer, then from the moment she met Justin Hall, she was already planning this murder. She stole Justin Hall's sleeping pills, investigated his work information, and even, in a crazed move, had her own son help her dispose of the body. In that case, she should have had an intense hatred for Thomas Daniels."

　　"Criminals like her are usually stubborn by nature and don't think it's their own fault. After being exposed, at the very least, she would defend herself, saying things like 'it was Thomas Daniels who deserved to die' or 'that man forced me.' But from the moment she confessed, she kept making excuses for Xavier Daniels and never said a bad word about Thomas Daniels. I can't see any resentment toward Thomas Daniels, nor the kind of extremity that would drive her to kill him at any cost."

　　Everyone, enlightened by this, suddenly understood.

　　That's right. No wonder Sylvia Shaw always gave them a strange feeling—she lacked the ruthless aura of a killer, and they couldn't find a reasonable motive for murder.

　　"As for what's suspicious about Xavier Daniels..." Henry Harris paused, pointed at Quinn Foster, and asked, "The first time you met Xavier Daniels, what was your impression?"

　　Without hesitation, Quinn Foster replied, "Quiet and reserved, obedient, clear logic, extremely calm."

　　A technician raised a hand and asked, "Why 'extremely calm'?"

　　Quinn Foster explained, "His father passed away, and he stood by his mother's side like a pillar. Although his expression seemed sad, he never lost composure. You have to understand, he's just a student in his early twenties. In this kind of situation, panic would be normal. Even when he met The Vault, he listened calmly to her questioning Sylvia Shaw. Even when it looked like the two might argue, he didn't interrupt or butt in. When answering questions, he was proper and steady, didn't ask about the cause of his father's death or the progress of the investigation. That's why I say he was extremely calm."

　　Everyone nodded in realization.

　　"Being extremely calm isn't a bad thing," said Quinn Foster, "I just don't think someone that calm would make the mistake of disposing of his father's body under his mother's coercion."

　　Henry Harris asked, "If it were you, and your mother forced you to deal with your own father's body, would you agree? After disposing of the body, could you calmly return to your dorm, wash your clothes, eliminate evidence, then wait for the police to come, all while pretending to be sad and acting out this play with your mother?"

　　Quinn Foster added, "Strictly speaking, it wasn't a body—Thomas Daniels was still alive at the time. I don't believe, with Xavier Daniels's intelligence, he wouldn't have realized that."

　　Let alone thinking deeply about it—even just having the thought made everyone shudder.

　　Looking back, Xavier Daniels's behavior this morning really was a bit too "calm."

　　Henry Harris said, "I think Xavier Daniels is emotionally indifferent and shallow. Even after living with his family for decades, he doesn't really understand what family affection means. He plays the role of a good student and dutiful son based on what he's learned, but inside, he doesn't feel much. Maybe he has some attachment to his parents, but at the core, he's self-centered. He likes a glamorous, admired life, and if anyone threatens his interests, he'll push them away."

　　People like that are truly frightening. They appear gentle, honest, and approachable—maybe even like a model citizen—but no one knows when their madness will show. Every word they say to you could be a lie.

　　A psychological evaluator asked, "If Sylvia Shaw keeps insisting she's the mastermind, doesn't that mean there's no other evidence to point to Xavier Daniels? So how did you finally convict him?"

　　Henry Harris lifted her chin and gestured for everyone to keep watching the recording.

　　·

　　At this moment, The Vault had already arrived at Crestwood University, brought over by that energetic young officer who was always so dramatic.

　　He chattered to The Vault the whole way, so much so that when The Vault was on the phone with Julian Grant, she couldn't even hear him clearly.

　　The two parked by the roadside and went to the agreed meeting spot to meet Julian Grant.

　　Julian Grant was still on the phone with a colleague, asking for information. When he saw them, he raised a hand in greeting.

　　The young officer ran back over, pumped his fist in response, and shouted, "Brother He, we meet again! I'm joining you on the case today!"

　　Julian Grant stared at him for three seconds, hung up, and handed over a bagged necklace, saying, "Important evidence. Take it back for testing."

　　The young officer was about to pull out his tools to show his diligence, but took the item and stammered, "Huh?"

　　Julian Grant dismissed him mercilessly: "You can go now."

　　Young officer: "..." How can there be such a cruel man in this world?

　　Ignoring the NPC's suddenly gloomy face, Julian Grant turned to The Vault and asked, "So? Where do you want to start?"

　　Without hesitation, The Vault said, "Let's check out Xavier Daniels's previous rental and figure out why he suddenly moved out."

　　Julian Grant pointed, "Already asked around—it's in the residential area across from the east gate of the living quarters."

　　They chatted as they left, leaving the young officer behind, full of resentment.

　　The place Xavier Daniels used to live was a rental. Rentals near the school are in high demand, and it's already been taken by someone else.

　　They tried to get information from the security guard, but with so many people coming and going, the guard had no impression of Xavier Daniels.

　　Julian Grant led the way, taking The Vault into the complex. He explained, "Neither the counselor nor his roommates know why he suddenly moved back. In their eyes, Xavier Daniels is a well-off, above-average looking, high-achieving guy with a good temper. Basically, all positive descriptions."

　　The Vault asked, "Does he have a girlfriend?"

　　"No," said Julian Grant. "Xavier Daniels is often pursued by girls at school, but he doesn't have a girlfriend. He says he wants to focus on his studies for now."

　　The Vault: "Single guys are usually more popular."

　　The comment sounded a bit like a conspiracy theory, and Julian Grant couldn't help but wonder, "Are you overthinking it?"

　　The Vault said, "Maybe. We'll know after we check."

　　As they spoke, they arrived at the door of Xavier Daniels's former apartment.

　　The Vault paused to observe for a moment, then went to knock on the neighbor's door.

　　In this respect, the game made things easy for players—non-essential NPCs always answered the door, and someone was always home.

　　A middle-aged man in pajamas answered, poking his head out cautiously. "Who are you?"

　　The Vault flashed her ID and asked, "Have you always lived here?"

　　The man's attitude improved, and he came out to talk.

　　"Yeah."

　　"Do you know why the previous tenant moved out?"

　　"No idea," the man said. "He was a student, right?"

　　The Vault nodded, "Yes."

　　"Nice kid, used to bring me fruit," the man chuckled. "Probably had something come up, so he moved out."

　　He seemed to know something but was embarrassed to say.

　　"Sorry to trouble you," said The Vault. "This is really important."

　　The man hesitated, then explained, "Right before he moved out, a girl came with her dad, and they had a huge argument. It started at the door, then the guy brought them inside."

　　He quickly clarified, "I wasn't eavesdropping—the walls here are thin, and they were loud. Even if I didn't want to hear, I couldn't help it."

　　Julian Grant asked, "What were they arguing about?"

　　"Money, I think," the man said uncertainly. "Maybe the girl was pregnant, or sick, and her dad wanted the guy to pay a few million. Young people these days, so careless. Don't take precautions, don't check the girlfriend's family background. Isn't that just blackmail?"

　　Julian Grant took out a notepad and pressed, "Do you remember what they looked like? Any distinctive clothing? The exact date and time?"

　　"I remember—it was just over a month ago. The 18th, or maybe the 17th," the man recalled. "The girl had long hair and wore a blue dress. Her dad was plainly dressed, looked like a laborer. Then the three of them left together—I don't know where they went."

　　They memorized the details and immediately went to the security office for surveillance footage. Unfortunately, the complex only keeps footage for a month, and what they needed had already been deleted. Recovering the data would be too much trouble, so The Vault thought for a moment and headed to the nearby bank instead.