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In stark contrast to Qi Fangyu's panic, Lin Hui appeared remarkably calm.
She elegantly crossed her long legs, lazily leaning back against the chair in the interrogation room, exuding an air of tranquility.
The police had found a body in her home, and she understood that being brought here was not for a casual chat over tea. Yet, she was not in a hurry to explain or ask questions; instead, she patiently awaited the other party to speak first.
"Lin Hui, do you recognize the body we found in your home?" This time, Officer Zhao personally sat in the interrogation room, his gaze fixed firmly on Lin Hui as he asked sternly.
"I don't know her," Lin Hui replied succinctly, her eyes betraying no hint of emotion.
"Let me remind you, her name is Fan Wei." Officer Zhao maintained his intense stare into Lin Hui's eyes, trying to catch any sign of unease in her expression.
Lin Hui gently shook her head again, resolutely insisting, "I've never heard of her."
"But Qi Fangyu has a different story," Officer Zhao raised his voice slightly, adding an edge of intimidation. He stared at Lin Hui as if trying to see through her, "He said you knew each other when Fan Wei was learning to paint at your house."
For the first time, Lin Hui's previously composed expression showed a flicker of disturbance. Her eyes widened in surprise as she looked directly at Officer Zhao and asked with a hint of disbelief, "Did Fangyu really kill Fan Wei?"
"What do you think?" Officer Zhao countered without directly answering her question, his gaze piercing. "It seems you are aware of Fan Wei's existence now."
Xiao Ying sat quietly beside them, observing Lin Hui intently. She sensed an inexplicable complexity in Lin Hui's demeanor but couldn't quite grasp its meaning at that moment.
Lin Hui's gaze swept over Wei Jiawei and Xiao Ying before she pondered for a moment and slowly nodded in response. "At first, I didn't know you were police officers. I thought you were just casually asking about Fan Wei's disappearance. To avoid unnecessary trouble, I said I didn't know."
“However, you just said you didn’t know him,” Officer Zhao reminded her, a hint of skepticism in his tone.
Lin Hui gently brushed her short hair back from her forehead and replied calmly, “It wouldn’t be wise to contradict myself so quickly, would it? Besides, with a murder case now, it’s best to keep my distance.”
“But Qi Fangyu is your husband. How can you remain detached and help the police uncover the truth?” Wei Jiawei couldn't help but question, his brow furrowed in confusion.
“The truth?” Lin Hui paused slightly, a look of surprise crossing her face. “Hasn’t Qi Fangyu already admitted to killing Fan Wei?”
“Until the case is closed, nothing can be concluded definitively,” Officer Zhao interjected at the right moment, his expression serious. “We just want to know where you were last Monday night.”
“Are you suspecting me?” Lin Hui smiled faintly, seemingly relaxing as she leaned back comfortably in her chair. “I have my plane tickets and accommodation proof; you can verify them at your convenience.”
“We will, but please do not leave town for now. Stay at home and be ready for any summons from the police,” Officer Zhao said firmly.
Xiao Ying held the microphone as she sat at the Detective Agency's desk, leaning slightly back in her chair. She tried to keep her tone light to reassure Xi Yue on the other end of the line. “Xiao Qing, the police have uncovered some leads and believe there will be results soon.”
“Then—” Xi Yue’s voice came through the phone, tinged with hesitation. “Is it true that the killer I saw was that painter Qi Fangyu?”
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