Chapter 318 If you are the murderer

   Gentle was in a bad mood from the beginning, so she was so scolded by Lu Xue, and glared at him the next second, "I said she was the murderer, the murderer! The evidence is conclusive, no matter how much you defend her, it is futile!"

   Hearing this, Lu Xue became more enthusiastic, with the tendency that I wouldn't be named Lu if I didn't fight you to the end today.

   "Why, are you the Heavenly King Lao Tzu or the Tathagata Buddha? If you say yes, then I also say that you are the one who killed your mother, isn't that you?"

  Lu Xueshu didn't know that his words broke the secret.

   His remarks instantly made Wenrou's eyes red again. Without saying a word, he just wanted to have **** with Lu Xue. Fortunately, there were police next to him, otherwise the two of them would have another case.

   "Enough is enough, why are we wasting our saliva with people like this? My old sister is innocent, and those who are clean are those who are clean and those who are dirty." The young man who touched porcelain pulled the corner of his clothes.

   And Gentle was also stopped by the police.

   The two of them stared at each other, and finally snorted coldly, and then continued to cast their gazes back into the interrogation room.

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   "But the report clearly states that the fingerprints of you and Mr. Fu have been verified, and it has your name on it."

The police team put their fingers together on their chin, and their expression returned to the seriousness of the previous interrogation, looking at the girl sitting on the iron chair in front of them, "Also, the courier bill was tightly held in the hands of the deceased, and it was the only one left behind. Evidence, do you have anything else to say?"

   According to the police force, all the evidence points to the girl in front of her.

  The girl raised her somewhat lazy eyelids and met the police force's eyes without any timidity. The tip of her tongue touched her upper molars, and the corners of her mouth tickled emotionally.

  I saw that the girl slowly raised her hand and tapped on the cold and hard tabletop, making everyone present tense for a while.

   "If this is a frame of false accusation and you are the murderer of the police force, what would you do based on the current clues?" Fu Yanwang asked without answering.

   And for a moment, the police felt like they were the ones being interrogated.

   But, what the girl asked really surprised the police force.

   An ordinary prisoner or suspect would almost always defend himself when he was interrogated, but the girl in front of him was a little different.

   Instead of repeating the reasoning again and again, she came to question him.

   This question came out of the mouth of an 18- or 19-year-old young girl.

   "The takeaway order, fingerprints, and signatures were held tightly in the hands of the deceased..."

   All of these seem to have no connection, but in fact, there are traces everywhere.

   Seeing that the police force was really seriously thinking about the question she asked, the girl suddenly laughed lowly, raised her waist slightly, and pressed her slender and cold white arms against the edge of the table.

   interrupted the police force's train of thought in the next second.

   didn't let him think any more.

   "That day, the two of us signed a courier at home, and sent a bunch of roses, a courier's cap, and a simple dress. As for who sent it, she will tell you later."

   When Fu Chen saw the so-called evidence of murder, he had already figured out the case, but the only thing that made him unclear.

   Why would someone kill Mistress Wen? Fu Chen always felt that in addition to being framed by the first-level clear answer, there was another plan behind the cooking of shit.

   This kind of case is not difficult to guess.

The purpose of    splashing dirty water to frame it is obvious.

   Little did he know, Fu Chen's words made the police force who had been bowing his head to think suddenly raised his head and stared straight at the girl in front of him for a long while before his eyes moved.

   "What evidence do you have to prove that you were not at the scene of the crime when it happened?"

   (end of this chapter)