I decided to go to the police station, the film king was worried, so he went with me. I saw that Officer D seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and he relaxed all of a sudden.
I don't know why he should relax. I have already found the "key" to the door.
Before going to the police station, I called my editor friend B and told him about the incident. He said that he had hired a lawyer and had found out the details of D. He was probably the adopted son of the Zhuma family. , but it seems that there is no account.
I told him I got it.
When I arrived at the police station, I found my husband's elder brother A was also sitting there, beside him was his mother, who seemed to be in a daze, and could only mutter about wanting a bamboo horse to apologise.
A looked up at me, he sighed, and said, "Are you here to take notes too?"
I shook my head. I saw a haggard look on his face, and some unshaven stubble, which was not like the previous him. He was hit hard.
Officer D led me into a room, and the film king was arranged to wait outside the door. He held my hand and told me to call for help if anything happened, and he would come in and save me immediately. I think the movie king has a little too much imagination, this is a police station after all.
There is a hard wooden table and two chairs inside. There is a transparent baffle between the room where the bamboo horse is, and through the baffle I can see that the bamboo horse is wearing a prison uniform, with shackles on his hands and feet, his eyes are anxious, and he seems to be frightened when he sees me trembling.
I sat on the chair, and Police Officer D sat next to me. He coughed softly and said, "Bamboo horse, you can talk now."
I saw Zhuma's trusting eyes glanced over Police Officer D, and it turned into hatred and fear when it reached me. He tremblingly said: "That's...he's the one who locked me and his husband in the house, I... I had no choice but to eat... eat him..." He became more frightened when he said this, his hands were shaking, as if he was about to stand up and run away in the next second.
Officer D looked at me and asked, "What do you think?"
I stared at the police officer and said, "What's the point of a crazy suspect? I already know that he killed my husband."
Officer D smiled and said, "Didn't you still believe it last time?"
"...now...believe it." I put my head down and sobbed, wiping away my tears, "Officer... are you trying to acquit the man who killed my husband?"
"No," said Officer D. "Who locked that door?"
"Does it matter who locked the door!" I yelled, pretending to cry, "My husband died from excessive blood loss! He was holding a knife! There is no second person in the room! And..."
"And he ate my husband's meat!" I said, "Isn't it clear who the culprit is? Why do you keep investigating who locked the door! Send this murderer to the court and sentence him to death!"