My Roommates Vanished, and I'm the Prime Suspect

The middle-aged school administrator who appeared to be higher up in the hierarchy then spoke up. Even though he sounded amicable, his voice carried a strong sense of intimidation.

"What do you have to say about the entrance tickets to the New Year Countdown Light Show that was booked under your name?" he questioned.

I took a deep breath and retrieved my phone from my bag. Then, I tapped into the group chat with my roommates, which was named "Buddies of Room 412".

"Here you go. This was from earlier this afternoon, when Zane suggested to the group to go for a New Year's countdown celebration. He also sent a link for ticket booking, which would cost five thousand dollars per person.

"I clearly turned him down due to financial reasons."

I turned the screen of my phone toward them as I handed it over, clearly presenting our conversation history to them.

"Subsequently, they… sent some mocking remarks toward me in the chat. Zane even posted that update on Facebook, which I believe you, Ms. Watts, have also seen. I have not interacted with them since then, whether online or offline.

"After dinner, I went to the library, and I only left the library after receiving Ms. Watts's call earlier. Surveillance footage from the library and the GPS record on my phone will be able to prove that."

I had to share my perspective and present my evidence clearly before my roommates' parents arrived. As Ms. Watts and school administrators leaned in to look at my phone, shock gradually replaced the serious look on their faces.

Ms. Watts knitted her brows tightly together. "How could Zane and the others have said such things…"

Just then, the door to our dormitory was flung open without warning, and a series of hurried footsteps and clamor followed.

"Zane! Oh, my dear son! What in the world happened?"

A middle-aged woman with permed hair and a fur coat over her shoulders stormed into the room. The tears she cried had left two streak marks through the expensive makeup she wore on her face. A man, dressed equally lavishly, followed right behind her, looking worried sick.

They were Zane's parents.

Then, Timothy's and Howard's parents followed closely behind.

Timothy's mother was dressed in opulence, similar to Zane's mother. The moment she entered the room, she screamed, "My son went missing at your school! How could the school allow this to happen? You people will be held responsible!"