Song Zhiyang’s gaze paused for a mont before he said, "He’s fine, don’t worry."
Ning Xixi believed him. In her heart, Song Zhiyang was a reliable brother, soone who would never lie to her.
"As for your father’s matters... leave them to ." He was referring to the funeral. Ning Xixi understood, and her eyelashes, like butterfly wings, lowered as her small face was filled with lancholy.
Song Zhiyang patted her head affectionately, a flash of determination in his eyes.
The death of her father was already a significant blow to Ning Xixi. If she knew that Ji Yebai was the pri suspect in her father’s case and was still being detained...
Song Zhiyang adjusted his glasses and gave a look to the servant.
Soon, the servant brought over a bowl of steaming hot soup. Song Zhiyang half-coaxed and half-tricked her, "Even if you don’t eat, at least drink the soup. Don’t make your brother worry, okay?"
Ning Xixi didn’t want to trouble him and obediently drank the soup.
A few minutes later, Song Zhiyang placed a sleeping Ning Xixi onto the bed and instructed the servant in a deep voice, "Keep her asleep for the next two days. Make sure the doctor cos daily to give her nutritional infusions."
"Understood."
...
Police station. Interrogation room.
"So, what you’re saying is, the killer shot at the deceased, and you snatched the killer’s gun and shot at the killer?" The older officer’s eyes were like hawks, closely watching Ji Yebai, not missing even the slightest expression on his face.
Ji Yebai replied with a faint "Mm."
The officer tapped the table with his fingers, feeling a bit troubled internally.
Given the Ji Family’s background, he didn’t dare offend them, but as a police officer, he didn’t want to let the real culprit go.
He believed Ji Yebai had no motive, but he suspected another possibility: could Ji Yebai have accidentally shot Ning Jingshen during a struggle with the killer?
"Do you have any other evidence to support what you’re saying?"
Ji Yebai furrowed his brows in thought for a mont, "At the ti, the killer was holding a woman hostage. Judging by her attire, she should be a staff mber of Ning Corporation."
The officer’s expression changed slightly. After a mont, he gritted his teeth and said, "I think you must an the deceased Ning Jingshen’s secretary. She couldn’t handle the shock and is in a semi-crazed state, currently undergoing investigation at the hospital, so her words can’t be used as evidence."
Ji Yebai’s lips curled in mockery. It seed soone wanted him dead?
"Then what about the gun? The killer shot at Ning Jingshen, I shot at the killer, so the gun should be missing two bullets. Ning Jingshen had one in him, so where did the other bullet go?"
The officer was inwardly alard. This young man is too impressive! Even as a suspect, he remains so clear-headed—such psychological resilience and reaction skills—what a pity he isn’t in the police force!
However—
He sighed, "We checked the gun at the scene. Only one bullet was missing. According to expert analysis, that gun only fired one shot..."
"Shit!" Ji Yebai clenched his fists, his handso face tensing up. Damn it, the gun must have been swapped! Thinking back, it’s very likely that the killer switched to an identical gun after shooting Ning Jingshen!
A ticulously planned sche, most likely to fra him!
Realizing this, his voice turned cold, "Officer, I will exercise my right to remain silent."
The officer smiled wryly, "Then we’ll see you in court."
...
Two days later, the case of Ning Jingshen’s shooting was officially brought to trial.
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