157: I did not kill anyone

I did not kill anyone

Just when I thought he wasn't going to answer me, I heard his voice again.

"Eight years."

"Eight years?"

Although I didn't learn the law, I did n' t know much about the police investigation and trial.

But after more than a year, they should go to jail. Eight years?

He was going to jail!

It was impossible for a convicted prisoner to stay in a police station like this. This place was only for detention.

So, when he said eight years, I felt a little suspicious.

When he heard my tone of voice, he was a little suspicious and said to me," It's eight years. We' ll wait every day and night, but we won't wait for the day we should go out."

"I don't know. Eight years have passed. What does it look like outside?"

"I remember that there was a primary school nearby. I could always hear the children laughing and laughing, but I couldn't hear them later."

He told me about the changes that had taken place in the past eight years. In the past, he could not only hear the laughter of children, but also the sounds of people quarreling and talking.

It was the residents of this town.

He also said that over the past few years, he had clearly felt that there were fewer residents in the town.

In the past, there were a lot of cars coming and going on this road. They could always hear the sound of their sirens, but now there were fewer cars.

He didn't tell me that he had been locked up for eight years.

He had used this method to explain to me that he had indeed been locked up for eight years... .

Thinking about it, he knew that if he was sentenced, he would be imprisoned.

When he heard this, he felt that it was strange. If he really did commit some heinous crime.

He was indeed sentenced and imprisoned, not in a detention room.

In other words, he probably didn't commit any heinous crimes. Perhaps he was wronged just like me?

If that was the case, wouldn't I be locked up?

"Chen Xiao, come with me."

Previously, I reported my name to the police. I thought I was going to be locked up. The police came and opened the door to let me go with him.

When I came out, I turned around to look at the person who was locked up next to me.

Actually, he couldn't see anything. The iron door was solid, and the door for delivering water and food was still locked.

He followed the police out of the detention room and later went to the interrogation room.

He said to me," Chen Xiao, you should know that you've been locked up for a few days. "If you drag it on, it won't do you any good."

"Be frank and open. Be strict in resisting."

"Tell me honestly!"

As soon as I sat down, my butt was still hot. When I heard this, I felt as if a thorn had grown on the stool. I was so shocked that I immediately stood up.

"What are you telling me honestly?" "I've already said that I have nothing to do with this!"

"Besides, you don't have the right to detain me like this before you have any evidence."

I didn't understand the law, but I also knew that everything was proof.

This wasn't the old society. Even a suspect had the right to ask a lawyer to defend himself.

When the policeman heard what I said, he frowned." Evidence?" "Does this count?"

He took out my bag and placed it on the table.

"I found it in the grass beside the ditch. There's a knife in the bag."

My bag was a canvas bag. It was military green, and there was dirt and dried blood on it. It was blackened.

The police opened my bag. There was a fruit knife lying inside and there was dried blood on it.

When I saw this thing, I was stunned... .

This knife was mine!

Why did he say that?

This was because this knife was my usual knife for cutting fruits. There was a gap on the hilt of the knife. It was a gap that I had accidentally made in the past.

But why was it in my bag?

This knife should be in my kitchen.

I was stunned and stared at the knife in silence.

At this moment, I didn't know what to say to refute. Could it be that I should say that someone came to my knife and then kill someone?

Then, did he frame me?

My mind was in chaos, and I didn't know what was going on.

How did it happen? There were no signs.

What should I do? What should he say?

The policeman was stunned when he saw me. He said sternly," Sit down and tell me your crime."

I couldn't help but sit down. Of course, I denied the murder.

I thought that if I came out, I would have let me go. I didn't expect that they would show me evidence.

At this moment, my face was like ashes. It felt like I should have thought that I had killed someone.

"I don't know, I do n' t know anything... ."

What should he say about things he had never done?

The policeman sitting in front of me said," Then let me ask you. Just answer me, yes or no."

"Did you get in that car?"

I nodded." Yes!" 2

"Then did you see them leave the car?"

"Yes!"

The police asked me a lot, but I hesitated when I asked if I had a knife.

In fact, this knife was mine.

I nodded hesitantly." Yes!"

After saying that, I explained," This knife is indeed mine, but I didn't carry it with me. It's in my kitchen."

Speaking of which, why did I bring this knife? Was there any danger?

Even if they were in danger, I knew that killing people was against the law and they would go to jail.

The police did not refute me and did not say if he had listened to me.

He continued asking," Then did you follow them?"

"I didn't!"

I knew that this person was trying to lure me into this matter, but I couldn't admit anything that I had n' t done before, no matter how much I tried to trick me.

"Did you attack the two of them?"

"I didn't!"

He didn't care if I retorted, but he continued to ask.

I denied all the questions that followed.

After he asked all of my questions, he made a written statement.

I clearly saw that the answers he gave to me in the transcript were all positive.

My question to the police was whether to kill someone, yes!

When I saw this, I immediately grabbed the pen in his hand and said angrily. "I didn't kill anyone. I told you I did n' t kill anyone. How could you make such a random statement?"

When a person had never done something and was suddenly wronged, how tortured was that feeling...

Perhaps at this moment, I realized.

In one case, his mouth was on someone else's face and his hand was on someone else's body.

No matter what, he was the one who made the record. Even if I objected, it would be ineffective.

This changed my opinion of the police.

This was clearly forcing me to confess!

The police officer only glanced at me coldly. He broke off my hand and put the record aside before telling me to return to the detention room.

No matter how much I resisted, it was useless. They directly sent me in.

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