The First Story Nightmare (3)

Wen Yan and Han Yi's hearts almost rose to their throats, and they observed the changes around them in horror.

But five minutes later, it was still calm.

Wen Yan couldn't help it, she grabbed Han Yi's arm: "Could it be ...... And it won't happen? ”

As he spoke, he suddenly felt a strong tremor on the ground, followed by a loud rumbling sound - the earthquake had really erupted!

Despite her preparations, Wen Yan was still terrified, hugging her son and screaming loudly - this was the first time they had experienced an earthquake.

But it only took about a dozen seconds for the earthquake to stop - it seems that the "big" earthquake in Zhou Ling's mouth was not as strong as expected.

The frightened Han Yi and Wen Yan were still in a state of tension, they couldn't be sure if the earthquake was really over.

Han Ming became excited: "Dad, Mom! You are really a god, you can predict earthquakes. ”

Half an hour later, Han Yi finally judged that the earthquake was over - it was only a small to medium-sized earthquake at best, and it did not cause any disaster.

Han Yi sighed: "It seems that although Zhou Ling's prediction is accurate, it is exaggerated, and it is just a false alarm.

"Mom, how did you know there was going to be an earthquake?" Han Ming asked.

"Let's go back and talk about it." Wen Yan suddenly felt physically and mentally exhausted for a moment.

When he returned home after dinner, Wen Yan found that apart from breaking a few cups and bottles, his home had not been affected much.

Han Ming was still vigorously asking about the secret of the "earthquake prophecy", but Wen Yan didn't want to say a word, and went to bed early after taking a bath.

Lying on the bed, Wen Yan felt his chest blocked. She's starting to get scared now—oh my God, she's killed! And it's my own friend!

Although Zhou Ling was not a particularly good friend, although it was to save her family, she also died too unjustly - especially after learning that the earthquake was not a catastrophe.

Wen Yan lay on the bed and trembled: Will the police find out that the murderer is himself? No one really saw it at the time? Didn't leave any clues? Wen Yan regretted his impulsive actions at the time.

Finally, she calmed down and thought about it carefully: the police have no reason to suspect herself - no one should know about Zhou Ling's phone conversation with her before her death except her own family; Moreover, even if the police find out that she killed Zhou Ling, it can be explained as an accidental car accident, and no one can come up with evidence to prove that they were intentionally killed - no one will know that motive.

Thinking of this, Wen Yan felt a lot better, she was ready to sleep, she was really tossing enough today.

At this moment, Wen Yan heard the sound of the doorbell coming from the living room, and she immediately sat up like a frightened bird.

Han Yi opened the door, and there were two uniformed policemen standing at the door.

"Is this Wen Yan's home?" The tall policeman asked.

"Yes, you ......" Han Yi felt bad.

Wen Yan had already dressed and walked to the living room, and when another dark-skinned policeman saw her, he asked, "You are Wen Yan?" ”

Wen Yan pretended to be calm and said, "I am, do you have something to do?" ”

"We suspect you were involved in a car accident this afternoon, so please come with us." The tall policeman shows his ID.

"What?" Wen Yan's heart was beating wildly, she didn't expect the police to come to the door so soon.

"Wen Yan, you ......" Han Yi seemed to understand something.

Wen Yan had no choice, and she was forcibly taken to the Public Security Bureau.

In the interrogation room, the tall policeman said straight to the point: "There was a car accident on the West Ring Road this afternoon, who is the deceased, you don't know, right?" ”

Wen Yanqiang pretended to be calm and nodded: "It's my good friend Zhou Ling, but how can you ...... Suspect I hit her with my car? Wen Yan almost said this sentence, "How do you know that I hit her with my car." ”

The tall cop ignored her question and asked, "How did you know she was in a car accident?" ”

"After I came out of my husband's company, I wandered around the street alone, and when I walked near Zhou Ling's house, I saw a lot of onlookers and vehicles, and I squeezed in and recognized her."

"Can you tell what car hit her and killed her?"

"I'm not sure. But what I know for sure is that I wasn't driving at the time. ”

The tall officer glanced at Wen Yan, and that look made her shudder: "We received the report at 5:05, who can prove that you didn't drive before that?" ”

"Hmm...... Let me think, maybe ......"

"Alright, don't pretend." The tall officer stared into her eyes and said, "We investigated your husband's colleagues in the afternoon, and three of them said that they saw you drive to the company after four o'clock, and then drove away more than ten minutes later, and you said you didn't drive at that time?" ”

Wen Yan's head buzzed as if he had been struck by something.