novelraw Chapter 498 - 235. She killed someone, how can she still go home?
Chapter 498 - 235. She killed someone, how can she still go home?
If, if she didn’t speak up, things would only get worse.Hearing the man’s words, Nan Wan responded quietly and then spoke in a low voice, "In the afternoon, I was playing with the child in the community garden. I just went to the bathroom for a moment, and Jiu Jiu disappeared. I don’t remember the exact time, maybe four o’clock, maybe five..."
The female officer’s pen moved swiftly in her hand, recording every word she said.
"When Yu Qinglu called me, I was watching surveillance in the community security office. She didn’t mention the purpose of kidnapping Jiu Jiu, just told me to meet her alone."
Nan Wan paused, and the interrogating officer gently prompted, "And then?"
"Then I took a taxi there," Nan Wan’s hand on the sofa unconsciously clenched, a broken nail scratching the palm’s skin, it hurt a bit, "She didn’t harm Jiu Jiu, nor did she harm me, she just casually played with a military knife, said something, but I can’t remember."
At that time, her nerves were extremely tense.
Even if she had heard it then, after experiencing the fear that could erode the whole brain, only a few fragments lingered.
Sparse and difficult to piece together into a complete sentence.
"Mrs. Mu, are you sure you haven’t remembered it incorrectly?" The interrogating officer seemed at a loss, with this situation, it’s hard to clear any charges, "The other party kidnapped your child and had a knife, are you sure no conflict occurred?"
However, Mrs. Mu kept her head down, showing no intention of accepting her hints.
The interrogation room was equipped with comprehensive monitoring, every word everyone said would be documented.
Mu Jin Huan’s dark eyes were like a deep, icy well, with an intense, impenetrable darkness at the core, but the outer layer was gentle, only for Nan Wan.
Jaw clenched, arm wrapped around the woman’s shoulder, he softly coaxed, "Wanwan, think again, there’s no rush."
Nan Wan kept her head down, her long, disheveled hair draping down, casting her whole face in shadow, preventing others from seeing her expression.
Yet, all could clearly feel her voice growing quieter, hoarser.
About half a minute later, she continued, "Yu Qinglu gave me a cup of tea to drink, and she drank too. Something unknown was added inside; I was drained of strength, dragged down onto the floor by her."
Everything happened so fast in that instant, leaving no room for resistance.
She seemed not to remember how that knife ended up in her hand, and when she came to her senses, the blade tip was already embedded in Yu Qinglu’s body.
The blood gushing out ceaselessly shattered her already fragile reason beyond repair.
Apart from these fragmented memories, what remained in her mind was Yu Qinglu’s... that desolate, liberating smile.
Driven by professional instinct, the interrogating officer squinted and asked, "Since you both drank the tea, why were only you rendered weak, while the victim had enough strength to pull you?"
After saying this, the officer felt a gaze filled with a dark hue sweep over, suddenly realizing something.
Clearing his throat twice, he relaxed the collar of his police uniform, returning to a gentle, non-confrontational tone as he asked again, "What I mean is, Mrs. Mu, can you describe more in detail? Often it is the forgotten details that are the key clues to the case."
Nan Wan’s right hand was held by the man sitting beside her, and the grip was rather firm, causing her already swollen hand back to ache.
A deep voice echoed in her ear, "Wanwan, don’t be afraid, I’m here, you can think slowly, no one is forcing you."
She knew everyone was waiting for her explanation, waiting for her to defend herself, but she truly couldn’t think of anything more.
Every time she opened her eyes, the image of Yu Qinglu smiling at her before she died flashed before her, even with the bright incandescent lights of the interrogation room, those scenes were like a curse.
So, she tried closing her eyes, yet the blood red still filled her vision.
Her head buzzed, as if she could still hear Jiu Jiu’s crying, and Nan Wan didn’t know what to do.
Her legs slowly lifted, feet on the sofa, head bowed low, her body curled into a small ball, constantly seeking warmth.
In a voice so low it was almost a whisper, "That knife... it was me, I stabbed it... ugh..."
The word ’Yu’ had barely formed before her chin was lifted by a force, and in the next second, the crisp scent of mint filled her nostrils, and the man’s warm, gentle kiss sealed all her remaining words in her throat.