"Right! And Sun Lu, she was going to see my sister. It just so happened my sister wasn’t there, I actually didn’t want to kill her, but she shouldn’t have tried to see my sister at that ti. Oh right! The person who ultimately did it wasn’t , it was my great-aunt... She’s so stupid, and too easy to manipulate."
Zhuanzhuan spoke a bit disjointedly, probably because even in her heart, these things weren’t sorted out. A bigger possibility is that she herself is conflicted, so many tis she would just lose control on impulse.
It’s precisely for this reason that the case’s leads went cold.
"I want to tell you a story." Zhuanzhuan suddenly stopped her previous talk and blurted out.
Ying Jiuming made a show of listening attentively, signaling her to go ahead. For the police, as long as the suspect is willing to talk, that’s good. As long as they speak, the police can find discrepancies in their words and break them down one by one.
And right now, Jiang Zhuanzhuan was clearly very cooperative.
"Have you arranged for a psychologist?" Zhuanzhuan suddenly asked.
Ying Jiuming glanced back, and the officer responsible for recording imdiately nodded. He imdiately said, "It’s already prepared."
"I’ll need it."
Ying Jiuming looked at her in disbelief, unable to keep his voice steady, "You know you have a psychological disorder?"
"I know!" Zhuanzhuan responded very crisply.
"Then you... then why don’t you..." Ying Jiuming’s words were intermittent, so things were hard to say. Because those things were too cruel, too bloody, it was simply demonic for a girl under eighteen years old.
But in Ying Jiuming’s heart, Jiang Zhuanzhuan had always been a well-behaved and kind little girl, he didn’t want to view her in that way. So these words, in the end, remained unspoken.
However, even though Ying Jiuming didn’t say it out loud, Zhuanzhuan had caught on, and said on her own, "Because I can’t control myself, by the ti I realized a demon lived inside it was too late."
"Do you have ti for a story?"
"Tell ."
Zhuanzhuan’s gaze was a bit vacant, "The story starts from when I began to rember things. When I was little, my dad wanted a son, so right after I was born, he sent to my aunt’s to be raised. Um... my aunt is a demon, verbal abuse and beatings are normal. But the real demon is my uncle, he’s a beast, he wouldn’t even spare a little girl of a few years old..."
Ying Jiuming’s hand ford into a tight fist on the table, his eyes almost a deep red.
The people outside the interrogation room were also horrified, the female officers covering their mouths tightly. The male officers looking into the interrogation room at Zhuanzhuan also had a touch of sympathy in their eyes.
A little girl of only a few years old, tornted by her own aunt, molested by her own uncle...
These are the actions of a beast, right?
So people were already angrily looking at Jiang Dechun, their disgust toward this father nearly bursting beyond their professional obligations.
Jiang Dechun has appeared utterly demolished from the start, staring with wide eyes, hardly daring to believe that all of this is true. He could feel the scorn in everyone’s eyes upon him, it was like returning to the poverty-stricken days of old.
Jiang Dechun’s heart was filled with both regret and disappointnt, wishing he could imdiately seek Nan Fei’s apology. Yet thinking of the way Nan Fei looked at him just now, his heart went cold; Nan Fei would never accept him. The only way to gain Nan Fei’s forgiveness would be if Feng i showed up.
Being so filial, Nan Fei would definitely listen to Feng i.
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