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But the police wouldn't grant me the right to make phone calls for twenty-four hours; what they were better at was applying pressure! They constantly surrounded me with a heavy weight of stress that kept me on the brink of psychological collapse!
After about three or four hours following that meal, the two officers returned. They opened their notebooks again and lazily said, "Just confess, don't drag this out; it's really pointless."
I looked up at them and said, "I am not guilty. Confess to what?"
"Confess that you killed her, confess to all your crimes!" the officer said.
"Your people just told me that there are two key elements missing for a conviction. One is the method of murder, and the other is the motive. I want to ask, why would I kill her? I don't even know her. Am I some kind of psychopath who would travel a long distance to kill a stranger?" I shouted, somewhat emotionally.
"Well said!" one officer clapped his hands and chuckled. "Don't worry, our principle as police officers is to ensure we never mistakenly arrest a good person while also not letting any bad person slip through! Since you brought up those two points, let me tell you why you killed her! Because not only did you kill her, but you also dealt with her brother in a very cruel manner!"
I was stunned and then shouted angrily, "You are talking nonsense! This is slander! What principle are you talking about? Do you have no shame? How dare you fabricate charges against me!"
My anger was justified because from start to finish, I had never harmed anyone. If someone was hurt because of me, it was due to Amulet, so how could that be my fault? Therefore, the police's words were naturally taken by me as baseless accusations.
Regarding my agitation, the police smiled calmly; they seemed to think they had found a breakthrough and asked, "Are you a student at XX University?"
So what if I was? Does attending that school imply guilt?
The police then asked, "Do you remember Yu Wenlin?"
"Yu Wenlin?" I was quite sure I had never heard that name before, so I shook my head and said I didn't know.
The police officer slammed the table, glaring at me, and said, "You have such a big grudge against him, yet you dare to shamelessly say you don't know him? I've seen liars, but I've never seen someone so incompetent!"
I was even more confused. A grudge? I had many people I held grudges against, but I truly did not know Yu Wenlin. I wondered if the police were trying to set some kind of trap by deliberately saying these irrelevant things.
The officer asked again, "On June 15, 2006, in the morning, where were you?"
I racked my brain but couldn't remember what day it was or what I was doing back then. Angrily, I said, "You're just trying to make things difficult for me. Who can remember something from that long ago? Also, stop beating around the bush; just tell me what charges you're trying to pin on me!"
The officer smirked coldly and said, "You're acting quite well, but unfortunately, the evidence is conclusive and doesn't allow for your denial. Since you won't admit it, let me clearly tell you what the motive for murder is! You and Yu Wenlin are alumni of the same school, but he knows how to charm women and had inappropriate thoughts about a female classmate who was friendly with you. You two had a dispute because of this. Witnesses from the community where Yu Wenlin lived saw you enter his villa and heard your argument and fighting. Moreover, you took that female classmate out of the villa. Some say she was in disarray at the time; I think something happened inside that made you unhappy."
At this point, I was already stunned. The scenario described by the officer sounded so familiar; with just a little thought, I realized that the Yu Wenlin he mentioned must be Punk Senior.
The officer seemed pleased with my dazed expression and continued, "On the night of June 14, 2006, you left school with an unknown man and didn't return until early the next morning. During this time, Yu Wenlin was found with his eyes gouged out, ears cut off, and tongue severed. Afterward, you and that unknown man entered Yu Wenlin's villa again and called the police. Due to insufficient evidence and your connections with a high-ranking local police official, you were quickly released without charge."
He stood up, walked over to me, leaned down slowly, and said, "What is a motive for murder? Any behavior that could lead you to violent tendencies is a motive. You harbored hatred due to feelings and subjected him to inhumane torture; then still unsatisfied, while his sister was recovering in the countryside alone, you secretly entered her room and cruelly killed her! This is the truth of the whole matter, and you are the murderer!"
I had to admit he presented everything very coherently and logically. Anyone who heard it would believe that I was indeed the murderer.
However, what happened with Punk Senior was an accident. To this day, I still don't know who tortured him. As for today's female corpse, I never expected she would be Punk Senior's sister.
How could it be such a coincidence?
No, this is not a coincidence!
I immediately realized that someone was deliberately setting a trap. Liu Xuejie’s blood might indeed contain some substance that causes unconsciousness, but the other party used a peculiar power to allow her to continue moving. It was only when the corpse appeared in the room that Liu Xuejie fainted. I believe that Senior Sister truly knows nothing because she is merely a tool, a tool to make me jump into a deep pit!
Second Uncle had warned me before, saying that there might be an unknown Sorcerer lurking around me. He hoped I would be cautious in my daily life to avoid being taken advantage of by this person. In Second Uncle's eyes, that mysterious Sorcerer was a bomb that could explode at any moment; he wanted to expose them but felt powerless. A Sorcerer skilled in rare Flower Curses is not so easily caught.
I do not know where I have offended him/her, but it is certain that Punk Senior has enmity with this person. And both siblings know something. Therefore, that Sorcerer left one crippled and caused the other to die directly. Of course, perhaps the younger sister knows nothing and is just an innocent victim caught in the crossfire. If that's the case, I feel even more terrified because this Sorcerer is so cruel that they do not spare even innocent people. The fact that he/she pulled me into this trap also suggests that this possibility is quite high.
Killing both siblings and then using Liu Xuejie to make sure I “just happen” to appear at the crime scene. All my explanations would be unable to hold water; the police would not believe me, nor would anyone else. Everyone would see me as the murderer, thus shifting suspicion away from the Sorcerer.
I am a scapegoat...
Realizing this made things even more complicated. The other party must have meticulously set up such a trap and likely eliminated all evidence related to themselves. Even if I were to express my suspicions, the police would only think I was trying to exonerate myself forcefully because they had already found my motive for murder.
The argument with Punk Senior did indeed happen, and it wouldn’t be too far-fetched for such an argument to escalate into murder. Under the dual pressures of studying and employment, many students’ mental states are unstable; it’s quite normal for them to develop murderous intent under strong stimulation. Especially after the Ma Jiajue Case in 2004, which had a severely negative impact, leading the entire country to pay close attention to students' mental health to prevent similar incidents from happening again. For a long time afterward, an online saying became popular: “Thank you for not killing me over four years! I was wrong!”
Thus, being a student does not provide any advantage for me at this moment; instead, it has become another reason for police suspicion.
Seeing my silence, the police officer returned to the table, lit a cigarette, and said, “It’s time to come clean; there’s really no need to drag this out. If you have sufficient reasons, we can consider leniency in your punishment—like crimes of passion or excessive self-defense—none of which would lead to the death penalty. So tell us how you killed her?”
I remained silent because I didn’t know what to say. The only thing I could offer were untrustworthy explanations. The police wouldn’t want to hear those; they only wanted to know the entire process of the murder from my mouth, preferably in detail. That way, they could close the case sooner and go back for tea while waiting for their celebration.
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