Mobosen looked at Huang Ling for a long time, then got up, and said to the two policemen, "Interrogate well."
"Don't interrogate me, just imprison me." Huang Ling said suddenly.
Mobosen paused slightly, frowned, and looked at Huang Ling coldly.
Huang Ling didn't look at him very much, but looked at the two policemen in front of him calmly, and said, "Ask around, you all think I killed the man, no matter how much I say, it's useless. Even after asking my ancestors Eighteen generations, you still think I am the murderer in the end, and you still have to be detained."
Huang Ling looked contemptuous: "It's no wonder that you can't really solve the case. Your time is not used to investigate the murderer, but to torture. I don't know if you will be beaten in the end, and torture the prisoner. All the charges you have laid against him."
The faces of the two policemen changed slightly when they heard this.
The policewoman slapped the table, and there was an abrupt sound.
Huang Ling lowered her eyes, not looking at them.
The policewoman stared at Huang Ling very rudely: "During the interrogation, you'd better be more polite!"
Huang Ling took a deep breath and slowly raised her head.
Her gaze was not at the policewoman, but at Mau Posen.
At this moment, she stopped the frantic tears.
With wet eyes, there was a trace of indifference and a trace of hatred, looking at Mau Posen.
When Maupassen saw her eyes like this, his heart skipped a beat, and then he pulled.
He pursed his lips, his eyes were deep.
In the end, he didn't say anything, turned around and left.
The moment he closed the door, Huang Ling's heart seemed to sink into the bottom of the sea.
There was a long pain in my heart.
The interrogation was still going on, Mau Posen walked out of the serious crime team office building.
His face was very gloomy.
When he got home, he found his father, Mo Jingkai, sitting on the sofa with his head up.
The blood from his throat stained his clothes, and the sofa he was sitting on—
Mo Jingkai is a soldier, his reaction ability is more sensitive than ordinary people, and his perception is also higher than ordinary people.
But facing the killer who assassinated him, he didn't even have time to resist... The opponent is a master!
For a person of Mo Jingkai's status, the only person who wants to kill him is Li Chongjin—
Of course Maubertin knew that Huang Ling was not the murderer. That stupid woman didn't have the guts or the ability to take a man's life with one blow.
But at present, he is still under investigation...
The police, based on the current evidence, could only identify Huang Ling as the murderer and detain her.
He was cold to her because—
——
That afternoon, Gu Yanhao, Song Wuyou, and Liu Fengfeng came to City A.
Huang Ling, who was detained in the detention center, was brought back to the interrogation room.
This time, it was Gu Yanhao and Song Wuyou who personally "interrogated" Huang Ling.
In the detention center, Huang Ling sat on the ground and cried. Her tears dried up and her eyes were red and swollen.
Seeing her like this, Song Wuyou felt extremely distressed!
Her first sentence was to comfort her: "Huang Ling, don't be afraid! We believe in you, you are so kind, you won't kill anyone!"
After her tears dried up, Huang Ling couldn't cry anymore even if her heart ached.
She didn't cry or laugh, just like this, calmly faced Gu Haoyan and Song Wuyou and his wife.
Gu Yanhao looked at Huang Ling and asked, "Do you hate Mo Jingkai?"
Huang Ling shook her head, her face was pale, and she said lightly, "I don't hate it. Although he doesn't like me dating his son, I don't hate him because he is Maupassen's father."