When they entered the police station, Liu Jiaming and a few others were still laughing and joking, but they suddenly fell silent when they turned around the police reception desk on the first floor.

Yi Jiayi leaned over to look, and found a man in gray clothes sitting on a public chair by the wall. His short, greasy hair was messy, and he stared blankly ahead, not knowing what he was thinking.

Liu Jiaming walked beside Yi Jiayi and whispered, "The only person suspected of murder now is Zhang Fengyun's husband." He

is now a widower.

Yi Jiayi pursed her lips and secretly stared at the husband of the deceased for a while. The man did not move, like a statue of a defeated dog, lifeless.

She retracted her gaze and followed Fang Zhenyue lightly to the interrogation area.

When I looked at the back of the murderer being escorted forward, I suddenly felt less scared, and the place on my shoulder where I was hit no longer seemed to be burning.

…

Lin Wangjiu took the knife upstairs and sent it to the Scientific Forensics Department, and blocked his colleagues who were just about to leave work back to the laboratory.

He stood guard at the door waiting for the test results, like a supervisor, occasionally looking up and scanning the laboratory to see if the people inside were working seriously.

Yi Jiayi made a simple record, narrating why she appeared at the crime scene and how she found the murder weapon, and then left the interrogation room.

She was afraid that Fang Zhenyue and the others would think she was ignorant and suspicious, and would just casually interrogate and teach the murderer a few words and then release him, so she waited outside the interrogation room, thinking about how to keep the murderer if Officer Fang wanted to release him. She

repeatedly organized countless words in her mind, mobilizing her ability to write essays during her nine years of compulsory education and her skills in writing graduation papers in college, but she felt that several of her reasons were full of loopholes and were forced and weird.

She didn't think that she could convince Fang Zhenyue to suspect that the murderer was the murderer just because she said that the murderer smiled strangely.

She had to make up some more charges for the murderer.

Yi Jiayi racked her brains to think of how to splash dirty water on the murderer so that Officer Fang would find him suspicious. However, there were some unexpected surprises in the interrogation room.

"Name?" Liu Jiaming restrained his lively peach blossom eyes and stared at the thin man in front of him fiercely with a ferocious look on his face.

"Wang Xinlai." The thin man was a little uneasy, as if he had a thorn in his back. While answering the question, his eyes kept scanning around, as if he was worried that someone would suddenly appear beside him and beat him up.

Liu Jiaming knew that he had some problems when he looked at him. It

was unknown what kind of sneaky case this man had committed. He must not have any good materials in his head. People who do things like going to the crime scene and laughing at the evidence-collecting police are probably not good people.

Moreover, he ran away after being yelled at by Yi Jiayi, and dared to attack the police in front of them -

even if Wang Xinlai didn't know Yi Jiayi was a police officer when he beat her, he must not be let off if he beat a woman in front of the police and ran away.

He must be cheated and taught a lesson.

Thinking of this, Liu Jiaming's face became worse, and he shouted angrily: "You killed someone, and then ran back to watch the police search for evidence, showing off your power and satisfying your abnormal psychology, right?"

"No, no, sir, I'm not." Wang Xinlai's face suddenly turned pale. He was a little exhausted at this moment because of the hangover and the whole day of being absent-minded and frightened. He

dared to go back in the evening to take a look, just to take advantage of the time when the police finished searching for evidence, contact was blocked, and the hard-of-hearing old man went to the night market to pick up bottles, so as to find the knife that flew away.

How could he have known that he would be caught?

The policewoman said he laughed, but he didn't even have time to cry, so how could he laugh?

But... the policewoman swore that she had really seen it... Could it be... Could it be that the woman he killed turned into a ghost and was laughing strangely around him, and the policewoman saw it wrongly?

Thinking of this, Wang Xinlai trembled, and his lower limbs shook uncontrollably due to tension, making the handcuffs rattle.

Seeing his expression, Liu Jiaming's brows wrinkled up, and he felt something strange in his heart. He slammed the table and shouted, "Then why did you run?"

Wang Xinlai was frightened and dazed. He raised his hands to cover his head and face, and howled in a strange voice, "I didn't mean to do that. I was drunk. She bumped into me. She--"

"..." Liu Jiaming's face gradually darkened. He stared at Wang Xinlai, rubbing his fingers and trying to ask:

"If someone is intentionally murdered, he will be sentenced to death. But if someone is manslaughter, he won't be sentenced to death. How can you prove that it was manslaughter and not murder?"

Wang Xinlai trembled, covered his face and stammered. He kept thinking about the woman's eyes bulging after she was killed, and her horrible face after he slashed her face with a knife.

Ordinary people don't have strong psychological qualities, and they dare not even think about killing someone.

He hadn't slept for two days and one night, had a splitting headache, and had vomited all day because of fear. He was weak and dazed at the moment. In front of the police, he was detained and frightened, and finally had a mental breakdown. He threw himself on the table and cried bitterly:

"I really didn't mean it, sir. I have no grudges against her in the past or today... I am also unlucky. I have a wife and children, and I don't want to... Wuwu..."

Liu Jiaming clenched his fists, suddenly stood up, walked around the table to the door, pushed it open, blocked the door, monitored Wang Xinlai with his eyes, waved his hand to the young policeman outside the door, and whispered to him to find Fang Zhenyue.

A few minutes later, Fang Zhenyue rushed to the interrogation room and interrogated her with Liu Jiaming for 10 minutes. Then, with a serious face, he took Wang Xinlai to the fingerprint test.

Seeing the detectives walking around, Yi Jiayi hurriedly followed them to the Forensic Department.

Seeing that Lin Wangjiu was taking Wang Xinlai, who was drooping his head and had tears and runny nose on his face, to go downstairs, Yi Jiayi hurried over to stop him. Suddenly, she heard Liu Jiaming's voice from behind:

"Yi Jiayi! I'll take you to buy the Mark Six lottery tonight! You're so lucky! You'll definitely win!"

Yi Jiayi wanted to stop Lin Wangjiu, but also wanted to hear what Liu Jiaming was saying. She was hesitating and wavering, with sweat on her anxious forehead. Liu Jiaming had already rushed to her in two steps, shaking the test report in his hand, and said arrogantly:

"The knife you found is the murder weapon. The rust and blood type match.

" "And the fingerprints on the weapon match Wang Xinlai's fingerprints."

"Just now in the interrogation room, he was suppressed by Brother Yue's aura and couldn't raise his head, so he confessed everything.

"You saw the knife and you found the person. You are simply the lucky goddess of our Serious Crime Unit B, hahaha."

The murderer confessed?

The anxiety of wanting to stop Wang Xinlai disappeared with a puff, Yi Jiayi's shoulders relaxed, and she leaned slightly against the door frame.

Fang Zhenyue, who was walking behind and explaining things to his colleagues in the Scientific Forensics Department, raised his head and met Yi Jiayi's eyes.

Officer Fang, who had been gloomy all day, finally cleared up his brows.

He smiled at her with a gentle smile. He walked over and bowed his head to praise her: "Although you are a little reckless, you are very sharp."

"...Thank you, Officer Fang." Yi Jiayi was suddenly praised and felt a little embarrassed. She was not very sharp at all. Apart from her supernatural powers, she was just reckless.

"She also has a strong sense of justice." Fang Zhenyue took her downstairs, as if to reassure her, and continued: "Jiaming will bring Wang Xin to record another statement in a while, and then they will go through the detention procedures and wait for the trial. Zhang Fengyun can also rest in peace."

"..." Yi Jiayi followed him silently, listening to him talk, without saying a word.

When he passed the corridor on the first floor again, the husband of the deceased who had been curled up had stood up, apparently having been informed of the good news that the murderer had been captured.

He kept rubbing his hands, staring straight at the ground in front of him, and his cheeks bulged from time to time due to gritting his teeth.

The widower faced the door of the interrogation room, as if he was planning how to rush in and kill the murderer for revenge.

Until the sound of Fang Zhenyue and Yi Jiayi approaching interrupted his plan.

The man turned around, scanned Fang Zhenyue and Yi Jiayi, and finally his eyes fell on Yi Jiayi's face.

The two looked at each other, and Yi Jiayi thought several times that he would speak.

The man's cloudy eyes seemed to be filled with earnestness, and also like a surging flood, roaring and surging, but in the end, they all dried up in his dry eyes.

He didn't speak until they passed each other.

But when she followed Fang Zhenyue into the interrogation room, she secretly looked with the corner of her eye, and saw that the man was slowly straightening up, as if he had just bowed to her. She

took a step into the interrogation office, and the door behind her blocked her sight, but her ears were burning, her blood was rushing, and her whole heart became uneasy.

...

Before Fang Zhenyue stepped into interrogation room No. 3 where Wang Xinlai was imprisoned, he turned back and reminded Yi Jiayi: "You go back first, and we'll talk tomorrow if there's anything."

"Yeah." She only responded softly.

Fang Zhenyue glanced at his watch. It was almost nine o'clock.

She had just gone through so many things, got beaten, and caught the murderer. She didn't know how she was mentally. "Just take a taxi home."

Yi Jiayi, who was still in a daze, suddenly heard the word "taxi" and came back to her senses.

Poverty made her put aside all distractions.

Taxis in Hong Kong are very expensive. How could she afford to spend so much money? Thinking of this, her eyes showed it.

Fang Zhenyue saw that the little policewoman's eyes instantly changed from confusion to despair. He choked and changed his words:

"Forget it, where do you live?"

"Ming Tak Estate, Oak Street, Sham Shui Po."

"On Cherry Street?" Fang Zhenyue recalled.

"Yes, yes."

"Please sit down for a while. I'll take you there later."

"Thank you, Officer Fang..." Yi Jiayi hesitated.

"What's wrong?" Fang Zhenyue raised his eyebrows and immediately realized it.

"Mr. Fang, can you go around to Pitt Street? My bike is still there. I need it tomorrow." Yi Jiayi looked pitiful.

Fang Zhenyue was slightly startled and smiled: "Thanks to you, I can finish work early today. You can go to Lantau Island without any problem!"