“Clap, clap, clap.” The girl raised her arms and clapped halfheartedly, meeting her gaze lazily. “You’re right. I want to know, too.”
Mrs. Hill was about to break down again, but was stopped by the man next to her: "Okay, didn't the doctor tell you not to get too excited? Your blood pressure is going to rise again."
"How could I not be excited!" Mrs. Hill asked back firmly.
Elinson shook her head at her and stroked the back of her hand: "Calm down."
Mrs. Hill took a deep breath, turned her head away, and pretended not to see it.
Seeing that she was no longer pestering him, Elinson walked forward slowly with a gloomy face and said to the girl face to face: "Miss Qiao, our daughter died!"
Qiao Nian looked him straight in the eye, folded his arms frankly and fearlessly: "So?"
Elinson inevitably frowned and repeated her words: "So?"
"Yeah. So what?" Qiao Nian said frankly: "In this world, people are born every day, and people die every day. A relative of yours died, so what?"
The only thing she lacked was the phrase "what does it have to do with me?", which had a similar effect.
Elinson instantly understood that she was asking a rhetorical question, and the expression on her face was not much better than Mrs. Hill's before, with a cold face.
"Other people's lives and deaths may have nothing to do with you, but do you dare to say that Elena's death has nothing to do with you? If it has nothing to do with you, why are you called here now?"
"well said."
Qiao Nian tilted his head to look at the policewoman next to him, as if he had just remembered her. He couldn't suppress the sharpness in his brows and glanced at her lightly.
"So why did the NYPD call me in?"
The policewoman had never seen a person from Y Continent with such a strong aura. She was stunned by Qiao Nian's question and opened her mouth, but her aura weakened by half before she opened her mouth.
"We suspect..." "Do you have any reason or evidence for your suspicion? Without evidence, your calling me to come here is an infringement of my personal rights."
The girl interrupted her impatiently.
The policewoman was sweating profusely. She was apprehensive and opened her mouth again: "You are the first person to discover Ms. Elena's death. We..."
"The first person to discover something does not necessarily mean he is the murderer. Didn't your teacher teach you this basic knowledge when you were in police school?"
She is exceptionally strong.
"I'll have a lawyer contact you."
“Hopefully the NYPD will be prepared.”
The policewoman's expression changed again and again, but she was suppressed speechless by the powerful aura of the policewoman, so she could only look at Moody and others frequently.
Qiao Nian dealt with the NYPD men, then turned around and shrugged at Elinson who had just questioned her, saying, "Okay, it's solved. Do you still have questions now?"
Ai Linson was so angry that she laughed instead. She stared at Qiao Nian with a pair of cold eyes and said meaningfully, "I've heard before that Miss Qiao is bold and doesn't put anyone in her eyes. I used to think that the rumors might not be true. Now it seems that the rumors about Miss Qiao are very true, and they describe her exactly!"
"I don't like your innuendo-filled way of speaking. I don't want to listen and I don't understand. If you want to talk to me, please be direct."
"Okay, that's a good direct one!"
Elinson was furious: "My wife asked the same question I wanted to ask. She's dead, why don't you let her go?"
He looked at the man beside Qiao Nian, shifted the focus, and pointed at Ye Wangchuan: "Because of him? You are so jealous that you don't even want to keep her body!"
"… "
Qiao Nianting wanted to applaud and praise him for his brilliant analysis, and told him not to analyze anymore in the future.