Tang Huang was questioned by the police as soon as he woke up.

Subsequently, Ji Zhengling's murder suspicion was lifted, but it was true that he drugged Wei Qing and Kong Fanfan.

Even if Wei Qing chooses not to pursue it, Kong Fanfan will stick to the end.

Gu Qinghe accompanied Kong Fanfan to talk at the police station for a while, but because Ji Zhengling did not cause direct harm to Kong Fanfan, the punishment of Ji Zhengling by the police is up for debate.

"Why are you drugged them?"

When he was about to get up to leave, Gu Qinghe asked this question that was ignored by everyone.

Ji Zhengling hung his head and blamed himself, "It's my fault." ”

Sidestep the question!

There must be a secret!

Gu Qinghe propped his hands on the table, and his inquiring eyes approached Ji Zhengling, "Please tell the truth, senior!" ”

For the sake of him, Ji Zhengling, let's tell the truth.

Although Kong Fanfan didn't speak, he also stared at Ji Zhengling with burning eyes.

She and Senior Sister Wei fainted after drinking the tea made by the senior.

The police said that she was found on the third floor, and who else could take her upstairs except the seniors?

Combined with the desolate cut wrist and the room with many human parts, she now agrees with what Gu Qinghe said before.

Ji Zhengling is not normal.

"I'm sick."

Under the gaze of many people around him, Ji Zhengling spoke under pressure.

As he finished speaking, a self-deprecating chuckle spilled out of his lips.

"So my truth doesn't mean much to you."

Ji Zhengling stood up suddenly and said to the policeman next to him, "Can you let me see Liu Zhenghao?" ”

Half an hour later, in another quiet room.

Liu Zhenghao, who was handcuffed, sat on the chair expressionlessly.

The moment the door opened, he sneered, "I thought you would never see me again." ”

The corners of Ji Zhengling's lips lifted slightly, and he said softly, "You are the one who killed the people, why don't I have the face to see you?" ”

Ji Zhengling sat unhurriedly on the chair opposite Liu Zhenghao.

The free hands were placed on the table like Liu Zhenghao's handcuffed hands.

Liu Zhenghao lowered his hand with a cold face.

Ji Zhengling chuckled, "The person who killed four people and took their hearts was obviously you, why are you still struggling?" ”

The room was filled with oppressive suffocation.

Liu Zhenghao glared at Ji Zhengling silently.

It's him who kills, it's he who takes his heart!

But he was instigated by Ji Zhengling at that time!

He knew that no one believed him, so he didn't mention it to the police.

"Ji Zhengling, your conscience has been eaten by dogs, isn't it?"

If it weren't for the hands and feet being bound, Liu Zhenghao would have pounced on Ji Zhengling and beat him.

"Murderer, Liu Zhenghao."

"No conscience, Liu Zhenghao."

"Liu Zhenghao, who is extremely hypocritical."

Gradually, Ji Zhengling let out an arrogant laugh, laughing until the tail of his eyes was moist.

"Ji Zhengling, you crazy person!" Liu Zhenghao struggled desperately, the corners of his forehead were tense, and his face was flushed.

Ji Zhengling got up slowly, propped his hands on the table and looked down at Liu Zhenghao, and muttered with a chill, "If you have the ability, you can tell the situation at that time and see if anyone is willing to believe you, even if they believe you, they can't erase the blood of the four people stained on your hands." ”

Liu Zhenghao's teeth chattered, "Ji Zhengling!" You bastard! ”

The fat on his cheeks trembled, and even the table was shaken.

Ji Zhengling slowly straightened his body, his usual gentle and cordial attitude, "The debt of four lives, pay it off slowly." ”