The Slag Gong wants to Kill me

"..." I said for a while, "Zhuma lock? He assigned the villa key ... No, this is impossible!"

I looked at the bamboo horse, wiping the tears that didn't exist in my eyes, sobbing and said, "I know ... I know that my husband has ... an improper relationship with you, but ... but it should not be .. "

D sighed and said, "The Criminal Investigation Department did not find him to have assigned the key. Besides ..." He stared at me with a grim eyes and said questioningly, "Your husband has no key. So who is it? Locked the door? "

"..." I didn't answer him, but sobbed in a low voice.

"IMHO, I know that you are in a bad mood now. But ... you still have to visit my police station as soon as possible and explain to your police officer the whereabouts of your husband in the past few days and your whereabouts after your husband disappeared. More news is better for us to solve the case and to find out the real murderer of your husband. "

"True?" I heard Editor B's voice quietly coming from behind me. He stepped out of the shadow step by step, his steps were very light, and they fell like feathers on the ground.

But this sudden person seemed to deter Police Officer D. He suddenly became alert, frowned, and asked, "Do you have any questions?"

Editor B smiled. He called my name and said, "Isn't that really the bamboo horse next to you? There were only two people at the scene. The bamboo horse had a knife in his hand. His husband died of blood loss. Many, who is the real murderer?

"But there are still many doubts about this case," Police Officer D said.

"You still have a pair of handcuffs in your pocket." B walked to my side, and he took me to protect me behind him, and said, "Then, police officer, who did you come here to arrest?"