The interrogation room was dimly lit, with only one lamp shining in Xiang Wan's eyes.
Xiang Wan was completely stunned by the criminal case of a car crash about the content of the novel, and his mouth was dry after thinking about it for a long time.
"You suspect that I...killed Zhao Jiahang?"
Bai Muchuan didn't answer, and the two interrogating policemen looked at each other with complicated eyes.
"Where were you between ten and eleven last night?"
"at home."
"Is there anyone who can prove it?"
"I live alone."
"Are you from Jincheng?"
"yes!"
"Why don't you go home and rent a house alone?"
"I'm an author, I write novels...need, need to be clean."
"why?"
"..."
The police asked repeated and tricky questions, some of which were like proving that your mother was your mother, and Xiang Wan couldn't answer them at all. And at the time when Zhao Jiahang died, she was indeed at home alone, and no one could prove it. Even the dilapidated community she rented was not monitored, so it was impossible to clear her of the suspicion of not going out.
The air is tense and oppressive.
The air conditioner seemed to be a little cooler.
Xiang Wan's mind was buzzing, and his consciousness gradually became chaotic, as if he had been dragged into a deep swamp for no reason. He could see the shadow covering his head and the mud around him. straw.
"Comrade Police—"
When she regained her voice again, she found that her throat was dry and dehydrated.
"I really don't know Zhao Jiahang. You can't convict me just because I wrote such a similar plot? I have no motive to kill at all..."
"You have." Bai Muchuan looked at it coldly.
"?" Xiang Wan's eyes turned red, and he looked at the man who was slowly approaching.
Bai Muchuan stood in front of her, staring into her eyes, "You want to be popular!"
"?" The three words were like a sharp knife tearing open her wound, and Xiang Wan was so anxious that he almost couldn't bring it up, "Do I kill people if I think I'm red? Then I have a grudge against you, do you want to slander me too, and then Take the opportunity to kill me?"
Having said that, she suddenly stopped talking.
Does she have a "vendetta" with the white police officer
There is no far one, and the near one seems to be regarded as "revenge".
The unhealed bruise on the back of Police Officer Bai's hand, and the horrific "rape" sound in the corridor, what is it if it's not hatred
Then she can't tell the case now, and she got into such a big trouble again, will she really be avenged by him publicly
Xiang Wan was so blinded by the light that he lowered his head in silence.
When she was quiet and did not speak, she was also somewhat well-behaved. Her fair and delicate complexion, which had been raised at home for many years, turned into a faint pink when she was forced to suffocate by anger.
The air-conditioning was turned on in the interrogation room, but her hair stuck to her forehead was already soaked.
It could be seen that she was nervous and pretending to be calm.
The tall police officer who brought her back was called Huang He, and he was the most easy-going person in the entire criminal police brigade.
He was a little bit disgusted with Xiang Wan's bookish girl who looked like a doormat, and based on his instincts as a criminal policeman for many years, Xiang Wan was not like that thoughtful murderer.
With a light cough, he took the conversation, "Boss, look at this..."
Bai Muchuan glanced at him, "She's not the murderer!"
The sudden words turned too far, Xiang Wan raised his head abruptly and stared at him as if he didn't hear clearly.
Bai Muchuan said slowly, "Murderers don't have the habit of calling 110 enthusiastically."
It was only then that Xiang Wan realized that when she pinched his hand between the door and called the police, it wasn't that he was incapable of resisting, but was just taking the opportunity to observe himself.
How can a murderer actively throw himself into the trap? !
She was glad she called the police. As soon as the nerves were relaxed, I found that even my underwear was soaked.
"Of course." Bai Muchuan's eyes darkened, "She can't get away with it either!"
"..."
Xiang Wan leaned softly on the chair, hungry, dizzy, and had the illusion of falling into some unknown abyss.
"I, why can't I get away with it?"
Bai Muchuan beckoned Huang He to get up, and sat opposite her, took the interrogation transcript and looked at it for a while, then threw it back on the table, a bright light from his wrist dazzled Xiang Wan's eyes.
"Confess!"
Explain what? Xiang Wan's attention was on his cuffs. Although the watch he was wearing was very low-key, based on her years of experience in the romance novel circle, the watch was worth seven figures, and it was usually only the heroine of Xiaoyan who dared to equip it.
What kind of criminal policeman is this Bai Muchuan
Xiang Wan was pushed to the extreme by his menacing gaze and the pressure brought by that high-end watch, and his mind was completely short-circuited.
"Officers, I've said all I can say. I really don't know what else to say."
Bai Muchuan's eyes flickered coldly, "The plot in your mind will go out and kill people for no reason?"
Yes indeed! She won't run out for no reason, but she will say it
After he reminded, Xiang Wan's IQ was finally released from the tension, "Why didn't I think of it just now?"
Bai Muchuan slightly raised his eyebrows, "How else are you a street writer?"
Xiang Wan's black question mark face: "?"
…
A gust of cold wind was blowing from nowhere.
Xiang Wan shuddered, and began to recall the days when she wrote a book without forgetting herself.
…
Huang He coughed lightly, waited for her to look up, and continued to take notes, "How many people have you told the details of this part of the case?"
Xiang Wan slowly raised a finger, "Not much."
Huang He hummed and asked, "Alone?"
Xiang Wan shook his head, "No, a group."
Huang He: "..."
In this way, the case seems to be simple.
According to Xiang Wan's recollection, she once sent screenshots of this part of the outline to the reader group.
However, although she is a street writer, there are less than two hundred sisters in the readership who have nothing to do with her and just chat with her.
How long does it take to check one by one
Xiang Wan spent the whole day in the interrogation room.
By the time she finished explaining what she could explain and left the Criminal Investigation Brigade with the police officer's order to "wait for a summons at any time", it was completely dark.
She stepped down the steps and looked at the row of street lights outside the Criminal University, a little lost the concept of time.
A day trip to the Criminal University is like a lifetime away.
"Beep!" A message came from WeChat.
It was her editor, and it was also sent by her cousin, Ms. Fang Yuanyuan.
"Sister, are you dead? Why don't you reply to the message? Today's "Murder God" subscription is good, but there are some weird comments in the comment area, you should deal with them quickly."
Fang Yuanyuan's usual style, first talk about work, then talk about life.
"Also, don't forget, Auntie has made an appointment for you with a blind date. I heard that she is a very good sea turtle. You can cheer me up this time. Let's talk about a little love first, and then write me a letter." This explosive book…”
"Ok."
Xiang Wan rarely refuted.
After replying with one word, the phone immediately turned off silent.
She didn't take a taxi, and walked home slowly in the hot wind.
The rental house is not too far from here. It takes about half an hour to reach the neighborhood.
She bought some ingredients in the supermarket, and she came out with a plastic bag. Just as she was about to get into the alley from the bus stop outside the community, a car hit her head on.
In an old community, the alleys are very dark and the lights are very dim.
Squeak! The piercing sound of the brakes startled the ingredients in her hands, and also made a wild cat that was almost killed by the wheel scream "meow", and panic jumped up.
The gust of wind from the car stopped beside her, missing her by a few centimeters.
Xiang Wan was covered in cold sweat, and the man's voice was also very nervous, "I'm sorry!"
Is it a woman? Xiang Wan turned his head and was about to see clearly that the car was probably afraid of getting into trouble, so it flew away.
Xiang Wan thought suspiciously of the person's passing side face, and suddenly felt that this scene had a strange sense of déjà vu—
Why did she think that woman seemed familiar
…
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