Li Yisheng stared blankly at the two remote controls, feeling extremely regretful.

He made the remote-controlled bomb himself. In order to minimize the possibility of exposure, the remote-controlled accessories were disassembled from Luo Chaoyang's two remote-controlled model toys.

After the bomb was dismantled by the police bomb disposal experts, he threw the two remote controls into the trash can, thinking that no one would find them. He just had to throw the garbage bag into the garbage dump and there was nothing to worry about.

However, Luo Chaoyang has always been the one who collects the garbage at home. He must have found the remote control of his model toy in the trash can and picked it up, which is why it was found by the police.

"What a bummer!" Li Yisheng wailed in his heart.

"Who is that fortune teller? Why is he so accurate?" He suddenly sat up straight and asked the police officer.

If the fortune teller had not read Jia Huamei's fortune, causing her to become mentally ill and making him worry that she would tell her secrets to others, he would not have killed her.

The police officer looked at Li Yisheng as if he were an idiot. "Do you think we'll tell you and then wait for you to take revenge on him?"

Li Yisheng was speechless.

"Tell me! With the fortune teller here, solving the case will just take some time and effort, which is not difficult for us. If you are willing to confess voluntarily, we will save some police manpower, and we can also save you some suffering." The police officer pointed at the plastic bag containing the remote control.

Li Yisheng lowered his head. He knew that his plan was going to fail, and that he would have to let the law avenge him.

He looked up at the police officers again, not knowing that a large part of the police officers were actually lying to him.