Then, the faint sound of sirens came from all directions, and there were bursts of footsteps approaching.

I thought there were a lot of policemen surrounding me, and I was still sitting on the ground in a daze, everything around me was black and white, as if I saw Fang Yi rushing over and pushing the policemen away.

And I was constantly being shaken by the police, they were saying something to me, and the funny thing was that I couldn't hear anything, only saw the other person's mouth open and closed.

Soon after, when a man crouched in front of me, he could suddenly hear it again.

What caught his eye was the pendant hanging from his chest, a black suit, and a white shirt with the top two buttons open.

I knew who he was, but I didn't raise my eyes when I thought about how nice it would be if I had amnesia from now on.

"Why are you here? Where have you been this month, and what's going on today?"

Ten thousand years of coldness, even now, it does not reveal a trace of human touch.

I don't say a word.

"Police superintendent, the deceased is the chairman of KG Group, the body was examined, there were three obvious wounds, one was a broken skull at the back of the head causing severe cerebral congestion, the other was a sharp weapon piercing the abdomen, and another was a bullet penetrating through the back and through the spleen, each of which was fatal......"

The forensic doctor next to me chattered about the cause of death, and I couldn't help but hold my head in my hands and cover my ears, and my whole body trembled.

"Come with us" Mu Fan stood up and grabbed one of my hands, I didn't move, he immediately pulled hard, and his already weak body was pulled up by him.

"You two set her up and take her back to the police station," a middle-aged man in a police uniform pointed to the two next to him.

"No," he said, half-helping me to walk on the ridge.

My shoes have long been lost, and I am barefoot in the mud, which feels like I have returned to the way I played in the mud when I was a child, sticky and soft.

Thoughts returned to the grass next to the Mo family's villa, at that time, Dasha, black skin, two fat, preserved eggs were all there, and the most important thing was that Mo Youchen was there......

I don't know how to get into the car, my white skirt has long been stained with bright red blood and mud, and I look out the window of the car from the field to the high-rise building.

"Wait until you go to the police station and tell me what you know, make a record, and I'll take you to wash again," Mu Fan took off his coat and put it on top of me.

I didn't look at him the whole time.

——

Half an hour later, I was taken to the police station, and Mu Fan was going to put his clothes on me to cover my upper body, which was almost red with blood, but I had already gotten out of the car after the car had stopped, and let a few criminal police officers take me into the police station and into the interrogation room.

"Fill in the information"

A bespectacled policeman placed a form and a pen on the table, I took it, wrote it in my bloodstained hands, and after a few minutes, put down the pen and pushed it forward.

"What is your relationship with the deceased?"

He glanced at the information I had filled out and handed it to a colleague next to him.

"What does it matter?" I said slowly as I spat out a few words in a hoarse voice, leaned back in my chair, and thought for a while.

"He's my owner, I'm his pet".

The person on the other side looked at me secretly and stared at me a few times, "Occupation?"

I shook my head, "After graduating from college, I was messing around for more than a year."

When he heard my words, he laughed sarcastically: "When we learned that the victim was kidnapped, we made a phone call, and the bandits demanded 10 million in cash, and we have already set it up in the central square, and finally caught the ransom man, according to him, he just took the money to do things."

If the normal bandit can't get the money, he will continue to make a second call and threaten it, but why is it that after an hour, he inexplicably tears up the ticket, please explain it to us"

He tapped his fingers on the table as he spoke.

I sat down and said, word by word, "He's not an ordinary gangster who only needs money, he's a mad killer, this is a premeditated murder for hire."

The other party paid him five million, and the kidnapping was just a temporary intention for him, so I hope you can open a case as soon as possible to investigate and find out who is behind the scenes......"

I said a lot, and after I finished speaking, I exhaled lightly, and the other side frowned, "Now that the bandit is dead, what you said has no evidence at all."

The scene was full of suspicions: Who fired the gun behind the bandit? According to the victim's injuries, it was impossible to get up and shoot the bandit again, and the bandit walked back, and the forensic doctor concluded that the victim did not breathe at the time, so why did the bandit leave without determining the death of the deceased? Who gave the bandit a shot?

Hearing this, I stared at him and said truthfully:

"I shot that man"

Hearing what I said, he thought for a while, and suddenly became excited, "Hmph, seeing that your psychological quality is very good at a young age, it is best to explain everything in 1510, you were at the scene at the time, the surrounding environment was empty, and there was no place to hide."

So why did the bandits only shoot at the victim and not at you? It just shows that you and the bandits are all in the same group, and you don't share the spoils evenly, and you want to take the money for yourself, so you shoot him when he turns around."

With that, he stood up.

I looked up and smiled coldly, his reasoning is indeed something that many normal people can think of.

At this moment another person pushed the door in, and whispered something in his ear, and when he heard this, he was furious, and slapped the table heavily:

"You actually fabricated false information! Are you stupid when we are a policeman, and you tell us everything about your crimes, do you think that you can fool us by filling in a fake name and a fake ID card?

I clenched my fists tightly and stood up, "I'm not lying, this is a premeditated hired murderer, even if you lock me up, I still say this, you have to say that I killed someone, come up with evidence!"

"You, okay, you wait," he pointed at me hatefully, and slammed the door out.

I sat down, and I was left alone in the interrogation room, staring at the mirror without blinking.

A few minutes later, the door was pushed open again, and this time it was Mu Fan who came in, he walked up to me and leaned against the table, "Follow me, I'll take you out"

"Don't work hard for you" I still stared at the mirror, looking at myself in the mirror, embarrassed, and still unyielding to this person as always.

"Let's go out and talk, I know you should have experienced a lot of things this month" Mu Fan was unexpectedly not angry, and lowered his head to me and whispered.

I looked at him and cleared my throat, "One last favor for me, please"

"What" Mu Fan straightened up and looked at me.

"Stop them from investigating me, at least, don't let my parents know about it, I'm enough to disgrace them, life or death, I don't want them to bear the ...... for me again"

"Okay, let's go" Mu Fan picked me up after hearing this, and walked out of the interrogation room openly.

"Inspector Mu, ...... are you" People outside hurriedly gathered around.

"She has nothing to do with this, I'm going to take her" he obviously didn't want to explain too much.

"How can this be, her suspicion has not been clarified yet...... "The person who had just interrogated me hurriedly rushed forward to stop it.

"I repeat, she has nothing to do with this case, she is my person" His tone was a little heavier, and he pulled me out of the police station in full view.