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The middle-aged man completely disbelieved what I said. At his feet lay two women, one dead and the other unconscious. In his eyes, I was nothing but a heinous criminal. I felt helpless, unsure of how to convince him, yet I didn't dare to run away. First, Liu Xuejie was still there; if he called the police, it would be easy for them to find me. Second, fleeing would imply guilt.
I wasn't guilty, so why should I run?
Therefore, I took the initiative to suggest that the middle-aged man call the police and assured him that I would not leave the house until they arrived. The man glared at me for a while before grabbing a stick with one hand and pulling out his phone with the other to make the call. After he hung up, I said, "Please believe me; it was truly a coincidence. I came here because Senior Sister said your daughter was acting strangely."
"You're talking nonsense! You're the one who's strange!" the middle-aged man cursed.
Feeling quite helpless, I replied, "Really, not a word of it is false. It was Senior Sister who brought me here to determine if your daughter is possessed. She mentioned that you had contacted your daughter's boyfriend and told him that you felt your daughter had changed or that she looked the same but was actually a different person."
"What nonsense! My daughter has never had a boyfriend! I wouldn't go looking for someone to spout such crazy talk! After the accident, I brought her here from school, thinking the fresh air in the suburbs would be good for her health. For the past half month, I've hardly left this place and haven't spoken to anyone!" The middle-aged man angrily denied.
I instinctively glanced at Liu Xuejie at my feet. Who was lying? Logically, I found it easier to believe the middle-aged man's words; however, I couldn't understand why Liu Xuejie would deceive me. We were strangers with no grievances against each other; why would she do something so harmful to herself? To confirm the truth, I asked the middle-aged man, "Does your daughter have any close male friends? One who later joined the military and just returned recently?"
"Absolutely not!" he replied. "She has attended an all-girls school since childhood and doesn't know any of those kinds of people!"
I was utterly speechless. What on earth was going on?
Not long after, the police arrived. The middle-aged man abruptly shed his earlier calm demeanor and pointed at me, shouting that I was the murderer. Without saying a word, the police seized me. I knew I was being wronged and understood that in this situation, saying anything would be futile. If I gave the police some time—and myself some time—the truth would eventually come out. Knowing my innocence made me feel somewhat relaxed; even the officer escorting me remarked, "You’re young but seem to have good mental fortitude; you can kill someone without changing your expression."
I didn't respond because every word in the car felt pointless; the police weren't interested in hearing anything from me.
After a few minutes, I was taken to the police station. They locked me onto a chair, and after a while, two officers walked in. They sat down at the table, opened their notebooks, and one of them asked, "What is your name?"
I answered honestly, and I won't go into detail about the initial questioning; let me get to the main points. After they gathered my personal information, they asked, "Why did you kill her?"
I replied, "I didn't kill her; she was already dead when I got there."
"Then why did you go there?" the officer asked again.
I repeated what I had told the middle-aged man earlier.
One of the officers sneered and asked, "Are you saying that a female classmate from school asked for help and then took you there?"
I nodded and said, "If you don't believe me, you can ask her."
At that moment, another officer entered and whispered something to the two of them. After he left, one of the officers slammed his hand on the table and said, "Stop pretending! Your classmate has woken up, but she remembers nothing. We found a large amount of Tropane Alkaloid in her blood—enough to put someone into a deep coma. You say she took you there; I want to know how an unconscious person could guide you."
I didn't quite understand what that substance was; all I knew was that Liu Xuejie was very alert when we met. She fainted only after coming upstairs!
Of course, the police wouldn't believe my words. They thought they had found a loophole and were just waiting for me to confess. But I hadn't killed anyone and had no idea when the Tropane Alkaloid appeared in Liu Xuejie's body. So, I shouted that I wanted to confront Senior Sister!
The police said Senior Sister was receiving treatment and that once she regained consciousness, they would arrange for us to confront each other. Until then, it would be best for me to confess quickly and not waste any more time. They also mentioned that my fingerprints were found on the corpse. I explained that it happened when I opened the door; the corpse fell towards me, so I accidentally touched it.
They laughed coldly again, saying that the investigation at the crime scene indicated that the bedroom window was locked from the inside while I claimed the door was closed at that time before being opened. So who opened the door? The dead?
This is simply a joke; who would believe that a dead person could open a door? But I do!
Because just a few days ago in Australia, I witnessed the corpse of the Old Tycoon sprinting into the Vineyard, nearly tossing aside a High-Performance Off-Road Vehicle. It even killed an innocent girl. For ordinary people, such things are hard to believe and can only exist in movies, but for me, nothing is absolutely impossible. It was just that the situation was so bizarre that I was scared and forgot whether I felt Yin Qi from the corpse.
But whether or not I did, I can't explain it now because the police wouldn't believe me. Unless I could make a corpse "revive" in front of them! But that's too difficult; not to mention me, even Thailand's Ajan wouldn't be able to do it. I can't just invite Barulan over, can I?
That’s actually a plan. I told the police that I had a way to prove my claims weren't nonsense, but I needed to make a phone call. This was a reasonable request; procedurally, I could only be considered a suspect and had the right to some degree of freedom. The police didn't make it difficult for me; they handed me the phone, and then I dialed Second Uncle's number.
Bringing Barulan to the mainland for a "performance" is possible; money isn't an issue, but right now, I don't know how to face Banrada. He could be seen as having trapped me or as my own doing; until I figure things out, I don't want to have too much contact with him.
However, what frustrated me was that Second Uncle didn’t pick up the phone no matter what he was doing. After several attempts, I had no choice but to give up.
The two police officers looked at me as if they were preparing to pronounce a death sentence. They sneered at me and then left the interrogation room.
I sat in that empty room for seven or eight hours. During such a long time, no one cared or asked anything. Perhaps they were waiting for me, this criminal, to break down psychologically and confess voluntarily.
I was furious about my situation—arrested based solely on that man's words without any evidence? After shouting for a while, one of the officers walked in with food and said, "We won't mistreat suspects, but let me tell you the truth: all the evidence points to you as the murderer. Because everything you've said is unbelievable as the truth. I've seen too many criminals like you who spout nonsense in an attempt to get away with it; it's useless, really. Now, to get you to confess, we just need two things: first is your motive for murder, and second is your method of killing. Don't worry; it won't take long. We have professional forensic experts and veteran detectives with decades of experience who will soon gather enough evidence! By then, whether you admit it or not, you'll be correctly judged in court!"
The officer's words left me stunned. I don't understand the law well and don't know how to determine if someone is guilty. Even if I know what the truth is, as he said, all evidence is against me. I can't justify myself or say that my words hold credibility. Even if it goes to court, the judge won't believe me. He wasn't lying; I'm slowly transforming into the identity of a "criminal."
I really want to find Second Uncle and ask him for help in resolving this matter. With Second Uncle's abilities, he should be able to uncover the real culprit!
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