"Looks like you still don't quite understand." The female officer stood up at this point.

She said I still don't understand, but does she understand? The ridiculous detectives in her mouth speculated about a thousand possibilities for me to poison the goldfish. They have no evidence, but some netizens believe and echo them.

Even she, as a police officer, had to use this way of torture to make me admit that I had poisoned the goldfish.

There is no difference between her and those people, and they still don't understand? This is no longer a simple killing, and if some problems are not solved, the killing will continue forever.

What they should do is find out why the killer killed the killing, rather than simply catching the killer and feeling that everything is over.

Sin is often a thought, and the thought cannot be destroyed, it can only be changed.

"What do you want me to understand? Do you want me to bear this charge? "It's the hardest thing I've ever said, and I look them in the eye.

They were a little embarrassed at this time, and no one spoke.

After a while, it was the young male officer who said, "No, this is a method of investigation for us." ”

An investigative technique, formerly intimidated by torture? Panic with the soul now?

I didn't speak again, I waited for them to say "It's nothing, you can go back." ”

But after a long time, they didn't say anything, and the female officer stood in front of me, her hands on the table, still looking at me with that extremely stern look.

"You go out first." The female officer said to the other two male officers.

The male officers were not the least surprised, everything was as expected. They left the interrogation room, and when the door closed, they all looked at me.

The older male officer still looked at me with a cold look, while the other male officer looked at me like I was in a school sports day, I was in a game, and the referee was looking at the players.

The interrogation room was just me and this female police officer, we were more than 20 years apart, and our thinking was far apart. Our experiences were worlds apart.

If she wanted to get into my heart by talking to me face-to-face, she was very wrong.

"You don't have to be too defensive about me, I'm close friends with your father." She walked over to me and stood.

She is quite tall, she should be about 1.7 meters. She stood beside me with her arms crossed, her knee-length skirt revealing her slender calves.

She said she was my father's best friend, did she take me for a fool? Or maybe she's taking herself for a fool. She was just one of my father's many mistresses.

"Do you remember me?" Seeing that I didn't speak, she asked me a new question.

"I don't remember." I lied to her, how could I not remember her. I recognized her the first time I saw her.

About ten years ago, the day after my aunt died, she came to my house to investigate the whole case, and it was the first time I met her, and she was the same as she is now, with a cold look in her eyes.

At that time she was young and a very beautiful woman. She and her colleagues disagreed over the cause of her aunt's death.

Her colleagues agreed that her aunt had committed suicide, and that she was the only one who had committed suicide. But in the end, based on the lack of evidence, she finally gave up.

How could I have forgotten her? At that time, she and my father were making out in the basement, and at that time, she didn't look at people with that kind of indifference.

My aunt's body had not yet been carried out of the house, and she and my father had done something like that, and I kept it firmly in my mind.

An aunt's brother couldn't control his body's desires the day after she died, and did things that they didn't even think would be able to see the light. A police officer, obviously came to carry out justice, and in the end he did something unseemly.

They are all sanctimonious adults, and they are all people with status in this society, but they don't care about anyone except themselves, and they don't care about this society.

"Your aunt, do you remember?" The female officer walked back to sit down across from me, and she actually mentioned my aunt to me.

"Yes."

She looked at me, I looked at her, and I hated her for mentioning my aunt.

"Back then, I said that she didn't commit suicide, but there was no evidence, and sure enough, time is the best evidence." When she said her last sentence, she smiled.

I didn't speak because she didn't ask me any questions, just spoke again.

"Killing people is really addictive." She looked back and sighed.

"You were the one who killed your aunt, right?" She looked at me again, not with indifference, but with an almost insane longing.

This woman may be insane, and her experience, combined with her untouchable thoughts, has driven her insane.

"I didn't." I answered her.

The longing in her eyes slowly faded, like her dreams were shattered.

"You see, there is no such thing as perfect crime in this world. No one can change the world, you just have to adapt to the world, and don't die for the original ideal. ”

She said these twisted truths, and when she said these words, I remembered what she and my father had done in the basement, and what qualifications she had to judge the world.

"When the autopsy report comes down, as long as it is certain that the goldfish was poisoned, your life will be over." What she said made it seem as if she was worried about my life.

"You care about my life?" I asked her, and I knew I was just deluding myself, how could she care about my life.

"Probably. But I want to tell me in person, do you really have a murder addiction? Her eyes sparkled again, and her dream was rekindled.

"Does killing people make you happy?" She quickly added that she was so excited that she stood up, threw herself on the table, and looked at me with a smile.

I didn't speak immediately, just looked at her with the same smile.

I put my index finger to my mouth and "shhhh ”