Chapter 1212 Interrogation (2)

"Time and evidence all prove that you are the murderer." The policewoman looked at Huang Ling sharply: "Huang Ling, why did you kill Mo Jingkai?"

When Huang Ling heard this, she collapsed emotionally and suddenly shouted: "I didn't kill anyone! I didn't! How on earth do you have to believe me? I didn't kill anyone! Why should I kill him? I have no grudge against him. Why should I?" Want to kill him?!"

"Please calm down!" The policewoman looked at Huang Ling sternly: "You can't escape the crime of murder even if you pretend to be crazy!"

"I didn't pretend to be crazy!" Huang Ling collapsed and started crying: "I didn't kill anyone. You can hate me, but you can't say I killed anyone..."

Suddenly, she thought of something and stared at the two policemen in front of her with tears in her eyes: "Aren't you from the serious crime team? Aren't you very good at solving crimes? Aren't you policemen who don't arrest people randomly? I didn't kill anyone, you What are you arresting me for here? Ugh...what are you going to do to prove that I didn't kill anyone... Maupassant! Let Maupassant come to see me!"

Just as Huang Ling finished speaking about Maupassant, the door of the interrogation room suddenly opened.

Maupassant, dressed in casual clothes, approached coldly.

Seeing him, Huang Ling was in a trance as if in a dream, and then stood up in surprise: "Brother Mo!"

However, when she also touched Maupassant's cold, painful eyes, her heart froze, and the strength she had just gathered was instantly drained away.

She sat back softly and raised her head, looking pitiful and heart-wrenching, with tears streaming down her face. She cried and said: "I didn't kill anyone... I didn't kill anyone... Maupassant, I didn't kill your daddy... ugh Woo..."

When the two policemen saw Maupassant coming in, they raised their heads and looked at Maupassant.

Logically speaking, relatives or friends of the murderer cannot enter the interrogation room.

But aside from Maupassant's status as Huang Ling's boyfriend, he is still a senior soldier.

He has the right to interrogate Huang Ling.

"I want to ask her a few words." Maupassant glanced at the two policemen and said calmly.

His voice was tired and hoarse.

The pain of losing his father weighed down his shoulders, and there was a deep pain all over his body.

Seeing him like this, Huang Ling's hatred for him disappeared in an instant, and now she only felt sorry for him.

He loves his daddy very much...

After hearing this, the two policemen moved to make room for Maupassant. Maupassant pulled a chair aside and sat down opposite Huang Ling.

His eyes were not only cold, like frost, but also painful and heart-wrenching. Huang Ling couldn't see any other emotions.

Does he hate her, or does he want to kill her?

Maupassant looked at Huang Ling, and when he spoke, his voice was so cold that Huang Ling's back stiffened: "What were you doing before you went to see Mo Jingkai?"

I just broke down and burst into tears.

Seeing Maupassant now, Huang Ling didn't burst into tears, but the tears flowed like a bursting dam and she couldn't control it at all.

She choked and said: "At school, I didn't do anything..."

Maupassant's eyes became colder and he asked in a pressing tone: "Really? The guard, Uncle Chen, said you were depressed. He saw you crying outside the school for a long time, so he took a phone call and left."

"Yes...but I just cried, I didn't do anything..."

"You lied. The guard uncle said you were burning something. What were you burning?"

"Fever..." Huang Ling hesitated. She raised her eyes and looked at Maupassant sadly with tearful eyes. Her voice was trembling and choked, "Do you really not know...? Maupassant, I have a fever." Do you really not know what to do...?"