Chapter 186: Chapter 29 Traps Chapter 186: Chapter 29 Traps Lin Xian took the materials and flipped through them.
They were mostly printed WeChat chat records, numerous and arranged chronologically—among them, the chat records between himself and Tang Xin.
Clearly, these had been extracted from Tang Xin’s mobile phone.
Aside from his own chats with her, which seemed normal, the conversations with other men were simply too obscene, like those of a wanton woman.
Lin Xian tried to find some discrepancies but discovered it was tough.
The typing habits, punctuation usage, and even the frequent emoticons in these chat records were identical to how she messaged him, making it impossible to discern their authenticity from these aspects alone.
It was hard to believe…
If all this was indeed forged, just how much effort had Zhou Duanyun and his people expended to create such meticulous fabrications?
As Lin Xian continued to look through the records, he spotted a [flaw]!
He noticed that Tang Xin chatted with a man until late every night, speaking in an overtly lewd and flirtatious manner—some messages were truly unbearable to look at.
Nearly every day around 00:42, she had chat records with this man.
But Lin Xian clearly remembered!
On the night of the class reunion, at 00:41, he had grabbed Tang Xin’s attention and they had a long conversation, during which she had no time to use her phone!
Furthermore, on the day he, Gao Yang, Zhou Duanyun, and Tang Xin had arranged to dine together in Donghai City, he had similarly grasped Tang Xin’s attention at 00:42, then stood and chatted with her for a while—she hadn’t used her phone!
It wasn’t until they got into a taxi that she took out her phone to show the driver the location of the bar.
Here’s the question—
[If Tang Xin hadn’t used her phone around 00:42 on those two days, then where did those flirtatious messages to the other man come from?]
[Isn’t it obvious that they were forged?]
Lin Xian flipped to the last page of the materials…
It contained the same type of sleazy chat records akin to those sent by a typical ‘Siren’, including conversations with Zhou Duanyun from the afternoon, in which he mentioned the gift was ready and that he’d call her when it was almost time to meet in the evening.
That was the end of the materials.
Given the chat messages that shouldn’t have existed at 00:42 on those two days, Lin Xian was certain all these chat records were forged.
He didn’t overtly thought with Ji Lin.
He sensed something was amiss.
But for now, he couldn’t pin down exactly what it was.
Seeing Lin Xian fall silent, Ji Lin asked,
“Did you discover a side of Tang Xin that no one knew?
Is it a bit upsetting?
You saw it too; your chat records with Tang Xin are also in there.
Although they’re nowhere as nauseating and explicit as hers with other men…
But it’s clear to us all that there was also some flirtation between you two.”
Lin Xian didn’t reply, nor did he deny it.
These were the facts.
Inside, he was still contemplating the falsified chat records, and…
Ji Lin’s role in today’s smoothly unfolding events.
“Just as you said, Lin Xian, chat records aren’t absolute evidence.
You are quite familiar with Tang Xin.
If you find anything amiss, you can tell us, and we can verify and investigate further,” Ji Lin offered.
Lin Xian nodded and looked at Ji Lin,
“Can I look at them again?
I didn’t pay close attention just now.”
“Of course, take your time,” Ji Lin spread his hands, sat in his chair, folded his arms, and quietly watched Lin Xian.
Lin Xian was aware of his gaze but pretended not to notice as he continued to flip through the materials from the beginning.
He appeared to be carefully viewing each page…
but he was deliberately ensuring that he spent a balanced and similar amount of time on each one.
He truly wanted to look at only two pages, yet to prevent Ji Lin from noticing his particular interest in those two pages, he had to make sure he spent roughly the same time on every page.
He turned to the records from the night of the class reunion.
There were conversations with Gao Yang and many other men.
This time, Lin Xian saw it very clearly.
At 00:42:12, Tang Xin had sent a highly flirtatious message to that man:
“I miss you so much and can’t wait to meet you when I get back.”
Lin Xian didn’t linger on the page, turning it quickly to continue to the next.
This record was definitely forged.
At this specific moment, Tang Xin was talking to him, her hand caught in his grip—how could she have time to text anyone?
Now that this one message was confirmed as forged, it went without saying—once you find one cockroach in your house, the whole place is probably infested.
This was enough to demonstrate that nearly all these chat records were forged, fake.
Lin Xian continued the steady rhythm of flipping pages, going all the way to the day the four of them agreed to dine in Donghai.
Tang Xin had sent another message to that man:
“I’m eating with my classmates tonight so I can’t come see you, heehee, I’ll come to yours early tomorrow.”
She added an emoticon that she often used.
At this point, Lin Xian had just pulled Tang Xin back from a taxi, and they were standing on the sidewalk, discussing where to go for a further chat—again, she had no time for playing with her phone.
Lin Xian still didn’t spend too much time on this page, flipping past it to see the next.
By now, he had understood it all completely.