Dear Mr. Shi

Sitting in the interrogation room, Song Qinghuan began to think about how things developed to this point.

This incident is definitely not a coincidence, it must be a conspiracy that has already been designed.

They knew that she had been following Zhang Xiaoyi, and knew that she wanted to use Zhang Xiaoyi to find out the plain things, so they set a trap, and when she and Li Wei came together, they had Zhang Xiaoyi killed in advance.

It is not difficult to guess who the chief messenger and planner behind this conspiracy will be.

He must be the one behind the disappearance of my brother, who instigated the murder and then attacked her.

It's just his time, how could it be so good? It's as if he's right beside her.

Could it be Li Wei...

Do not! Song Qinghuan shook his head.

She didn't want to believe that this sudden thought, after all, Li Wei's anxiety and worry during this period of time would definitely not be fake.

But Song Qinghuan did not completely eliminate the doubts in his mind at this moment.

Because a woman's instinct told her that something must be wrong.

Song Qinghuan's long silence obviously made the police officer on the opposite side unhappy.

He kept tapping on the table with the notebook, and he also yelled: "Speak, you think you will have nothing if you don't talk, hurry up and be honest, how did you kill someone?"

Song Qinghuan, who had been keeping his eyes down, finally raised his eyes to look at the police officer on the opposite side. He had a name badge on his chest that said Constable PC54871: Zhang Runfa.

She fixed her gaze on his face and said faintly, but she was extremely firm: "I didn't kill people."

When she was speaking, her hands were cold, her breathing was rapid, and her heartbeat was much faster than usual.

She was nervous and a little scared.

Zhang Runfa snorted coldly, with contempt and impatience on his face, "I tell you, we can see you murdered with our own eyes, and there are your fingerprints on your clothes. If you want to deny it, is that absolutely impossible?"

Song Qinghuan was stunned, and then asked: "Doesn’t fingerprints need to be verified? It’s only a long time, and it’s not so fast. When you came in, I didn’t hold my clothes. How did you know that there is mine on the clothes Fingerprints, don’t tell me, you can check fingerprints with the naked eye."

This Zhang Runfa was choked by Song Qinghuan, and after Song Qinghuan spoke, he was nervous and afraid.

After calming down, I also began to notice that it seemed that things were not over yet.

The person who framed her also prepared a trick.

If in City A, Shi Yuhan can still protect her, whether he loves her or not, as long as she is his nominal wife, he will definitely not die.

Now in such a small county, it is impossible to notify him at all. Even if the notification arrives, when he rushes over, I am afraid that her charge would have already been settled.

What should she do now?

Zhang Runfa's face slipped uncomfortably, and then he immediately retorted: "Who said I didn't see you taking your clothes? Before I entered the private room, I was outside, and I saw you dropping your clothes through the small window."

Song Qinghuan sneered: "Clothes can't kill people. The killer is a knife. There is no fingerprint on that knife. I have never touched the knife."

Zhang Runfa also followed her with a sneer: "Who knows if you will, wipe the fingerprints on the knife with your clothes."

Song Qinghuan was so angry that he almost didn't jump to his feet when he heard the words: "You are deliberately framed!"