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“Time, evidence, proves you're a murderer.” The policewoman looked at Huang Ling sharply: “Huang Ling, why did you kill Mo Jingkai? ”

As soon as Huang Ling heard it, her emotions broke down and suddenly she screamed: “I didn't kill anyone! I didn't kill anybody! Why would I kill him? I have no quarrel with him, why should I kill him? ”

“Please calm down!” The policewoman looked at Huang Ling harshly: “You pretend to be crazy and you can't escape the charge of murder! ”

“I'm not pretending to be crazy!” Huang Ling collapsed and cried: “I didn't kill anyone, you can hate me, but you can't say I killed...”

All of a sudden, she thought of something, tearful staring at the two policemen in front of her: "Aren't you in Serious Crimes? Aren't you guys good at solving cases? Didn't you cops stop arresting people? I didn't kill anybody. What are you doing here? WOW... what exactly do I have to do to prove I didn't kill... Mobson! You sent Mobson to see me! ”

Huang Ling just finished talking about Mobson and the interrogation room door suddenly opened.

Mobson, dressed in casual clothes, approached cold.

Seeing him, Huang Ling dreamt like a dream. The whole person tranced and got up with surprise: “Brother Mo! ”

However, when she also touched Mobson's cold, painful eyes, her heart was cooled and her just mustered strength suddenly pulled away.

She sat back soft and raised her head, looking pathetic and heartbreaking and tearful, and she cried: “I didn't kill... I didn't kill... Mobson, I didn't kill your father... whoo...”

Two policemen saw Mobson come in, looked up, and looked at Mobson.

As a matter of fact, the murderer's relatives or friends cannot enter the interrogation room.

But leaving Mobson as Huang Ling's boyfriend, he is still a senior soldier.

He has the right to interrogate Huang Ling.

“I'd like to ask her a few questions.” Mobson glanced at the two policemen and spoke softly.

His voice was fatigued and dull.

The pain of losing his father pressed his shoulders down and there was intense pain all around him.

Seeing him like this, Huang Ling's hatred for him disappeared instantly, and now it only hurts him.

He loves his father very much...

The two policemen heard about it, moved it, moved Mobson out of position, Mobson pulled over one side of the chair and sat opposite Huang Ling.

His eyes, besides cold, like frost, still hurt, distracting, Huang Ling can not see other emotions.

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

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

It was just a mood breakdown and crying out loud.

Now seeing Mobson, Huang Ling did not cry loudly, but the tears flowed like a dyke that she could not control at all.

She groaned: "At school, I didn't do anything...”

Mobson's eyes were colder, and his tone was forced to ask: "Really? Uncle Chen said you were depressed, saw you cry outside the school for a long time, answered a call and left. ”

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

“You're lying, Uncle Gate says you're burning something. What are you burning? ”

“Burn...” Huang Ling stopped, her eyes lifted, tearful eyes, sadly looked at Mobson, her voice trembled, swallowed, “Don't you really know...? Mobson, what am I burning for, you really don't know...? ”