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Seeing that I remained silent, the police officer grew angry and slammed his hand on the table, saying, "Do you think staying quiet will help you escape punishment? Let me tell you, we have gathered enough evidence to prove that you are the murderer. Even if you never say a word for the rest of your life, the judge will still convict you. Don't even think about denying it!"
I looked up at him and said, "I want to make a phone call."
"A phone call?" the officer scoffed. "To whom? Your accomplice? Or perhaps to someone in the police department? It's useless; they might help you with one thing, but they can't help you forever. Besides, this isn't their territory. The only thing you can do here is confess!"
I stared coldly at him, my words coming out slowly like grinding beans, "I said... I want to make a phone call!"
Perhaps my expression was too fierce, or maybe he considered that I had some "background," but the officer locked eyes with me for a minute before taking out his phone and saying, "Let's see what trick you're trying to pull."
I dialed Second Uncle again. After several unsuccessful attempts, I kept trying. I had to get through because this matter was beyond my personal ability to resolve; I needed Second Uncle's help! After dialing more than ten times, the officer was visibly impatient. Just as he was about to snatch the phone from my hand, the call connected. Second Uncle sounded even more annoyed than the officer and said, "What’s wrong with you? You keep calling and calling without getting through; I'm about to go crazy!"
I didn't have time for jokes and said directly, "Second Uncle, I've been arrested by the police as a murderer. This is serious; you need to come right away. Otherwise, by this time next year, you'll be preparing paper money for me in advance."
Second Uncle was taken aback and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? Paper money? What trouble have you gotten into now?"
I lifted my eyelids and glanced at the officer standing nearby before saying, "Remember that Punk Senior? The one you were planning to deal with but got dealt with first?"
Upon hearing this, the officer immediately stopped trying to take the phone from me. He gestured to his partner by the table and then turned to leave. It was clear he was telling his partner to keep an eye on me while he went elsewhere to monitor this phone call. There was no way they would let me use the phone freely without setting up surveillance or tracking. I felt at ease inside and wasn't afraid of them listening in. Second Uncle responded, "Remember what we discussed? Did they come looking for trouble?"
I replied, "No, it's just that another person has died—his sister. And by coincidence, I was tricked into going to the crime scene. The situation is complicated; I suspect it was done by someone skilled in Flower Curse. However, they don't believe anything I say and there's no way to prove my innocence."
Second Uncle has realized the seriousness of the situation. After thinking for a moment and confirming my location, he said, “Child, don’t panic and don’t say too much. From now on, keep silent. I will get there as soon as possible.”
Two hours later, a lawyer arrived at the police station, claiming to be my legal representative. After exercising his legitimate rights, we spoke in a private room. He informed me that a client of Second Uncle had voluntarily offered to defend me pro bono. However, he needed to know enough details to better handle any unexpected situations. If the police gathered sufficient evidence, they could submit a formal prosecution request and officially arrest me within twenty-four hours. His job was to ensure my rights and freedom were protected before Second Uncle arrived and to prevent any illegal interrogation.
Since he knew Second Uncle, he should be trustworthy. I laid everything out for him, and the lawyer, who had defended many prominent figures, expressed surprise after hearing my story. I told him that if he didn’t believe me, he could leave.
He shook his head and said, “I believe you, but others may not. So if things escalate to the worst-case scenario, you might need to adjust some of your wording.”
With the lawyer's guidance, I understood the difference between breaking into a residence and entering out of concern after noticing a broken window, fearing a burglary. I also realized that being led by someone who appeared unable to move on their own and not discovering an unconscious woman or a dead body inside was not credible. He completely rephrased what I had said, but undeniably, if stated that way, my culpability would be significantly reduced.
In the eyes of the police, I was a murderer who sneaked into a room without any evidence to exonerate myself. In contrast, according to him, I was an accidental passerby who attempted to catch a thief but stumbled upon a murder scene instead. The truth became distorted due to the change in language.
He was skilled at his job, but I didn’t like it because no matter how it was framed, it was still lying. The lawyer insisted that I had to change my narrative since the evidence at the scene was indeed very unfavorable for me. We needed to create a safe space for ourselves through language first so that he would have enough time to investigate and gather evidence to defend me.
I sighed and admitted that he had a point. This complicated matter might not be resolved quickly by Second Uncle, and I indeed needed more time.
Afterward, the lawyer approached the police and claimed that I was experiencing extreme mental distress due to fear. My previous statement had been made in an uncontrollable state and should not be considered valid evidence. The police needed to conduct another inquiry in a reasonable and lenient manner once my mental state stabilized, with him present to ensure my rights were not violated.
Renowned Lawyer is undoubtedly one of the most disliked figures by the police; however, they had no choice but to comply. The lawyer's status represented certain privileges, especially in this situation where some seemingly insignificant powers became shields for criminals.
Thus, the police brought me food and allowed me to eat before sending me to see Psychiatrist. After the doctor confirmed that my mental state was stable, they recorded my statement again.
This time, my account was vastly different from before. The officer typing on his notebook looked up after every sentence I spoke as if the person sitting in front of him had changed entirely. Throughout the process, the questioning officer repeated at least five times: “You didn’t say this before!”
Every time, the lawyer would seriously remind him, "Please do not influence my client's judgment and account of the actual situation; otherwise, we will not acknowledge these testimonies in court!"
The police were left helpless by him, ultimately leaving in a huff with a statement that was completely different from the previous one.
The lawyer had initially completed his task. He needed to leave this place to gather some basic evidence to prove that the police's evidence was insufficient. As long as no arrest warrant was issued, I could temporarily leave within forty-eight hours at most.
Not long after the lawyer left, Second Uncle arrived. He had already learned about the situation from the lawyer. When mentioning Tropane Alkaloid, Second Uncle said that this substance exists in Mandala Flower and is a component of Psychedelic Drug. If the real culprit is indeed the person we suspect, then this aligns perfectly. Someone skilled in Flower Curse could easily manipulate Mandala Flower. It also seemed unusual that I had so easily trusted Liu Xuejie and was lured into her house. Second Uncle believed that there might be clues on Liu Xuejie, and he planned to take people to search for them.
I said, "That person is very cunning; it's unlikely they would leave any evidence behind, and they are dangerous, so you need to be careful."
Second Uncle chuckled and said, "Since when did it become your job to remind me? Just stay here honestly; I'll come to pick you up soon."
I was touched by his feigned nonchalance and said, "Haven't you thought about what if no clues can be found at all?"
Second Uncle smiled and replied, "Then I'll blow this place up and take you away!"
This might have been a joke or perhaps a sincere remark; I couldn't tell. Second Uncle left to gather evidence. I thought there might be a bunch of people outside busy working on my case. In fact, Second Uncle could find influential people in this city to secure my early release. However, Punk Senior and the father of that female corpse also held considerable influence locally. The people Second Uncle contacted said that as long as things hadn't reached their worst point, it was best not to make too much noise. First, think of a solution; if that doesn't work, then consider other options!
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