The police then produced another bone density test report.
"Your body tells us that this report shows your bone age is over 700 years old. The hospital staff thought there was a mistake in the test results. Later, we arranged for our own forensic doctor to conduct a comprehensive examination on you, and we can confirm that this assessment result is genuine."
Did you test it again?
Song Qushan recalled the last test he had been particularly cooperative with; those doctors clearly had a cold and austere aura, different from the smell of ordinary doctors. He should have realized it sooner.
"Do you have anything else to say?"
"Karma!"
Song Qushan shook his head, and two lines of tears streamed down his face.
The day has finally come.
...
The news of Song Qushan's arrest shocked a group of historians.
Who is Song Qushan?
That is an authority in the field of history, a living history.
He's actually the suspect in this major case?!
Everyone's worldview was instantly shattered.
Historian Zhang, who had called Song Qushan many times, was particularly devastated.
At the time, he made dozens of phone calls to Song Qushan in an effort to solve the case, but he couldn't persuade him to come out of retirement.
Looking back now, I'm glad Song Qushan didn't agree.
Otherwise, he would have leaked the secret.
The case will never be solved.
...
Interrogation room.
Policeman: Song Qushan, you said you met a god in a secret realm and that's why you've lived for seven hundred years.
Song Qushan: Not bad!
Police: So, do you admit to the crimes you committed?
Song Qushan: I don't acknowledge it.
Police: ...If you don't admit it, why did you cooperate with the arrest at the hospital?
Song Qushan closed his eyes. When the police presented so much evidence at the hospital, he was stunned, which is why he was taken back to the police station.
After thinking it over carefully, he understood. So what if he had lived for over seven hundred years? At most, it would only mean that he had exceeded the limit of human lifespan, but it wouldn't prove that he had killed 100,000 people. Except for that woman, everyone else was dead, and the police had no evidence!
Song Qushan: I have been a law-abiding citizen all my life. Since the police have summoned me, I should naturally fulfill my civic duty.
The police officer looked at the documents in his hand and said: "During the Daqi Dynasty, 20,000 soldiers disappeared overnight. As someone involved, have you heard of this incident?"
Song Qushan: I am an old man who lives in seclusion in the deep mountains, chopping wood and herding sheep, and I know nothing of this matter.
police:……
...
Off-screen.
The police chief tapped the table.
With a furrowed brow, Song Qushan was fearless, having calculated that they had no evidence. Indeed, they had no evidence and could only force Song Qushan to confess.
Song Qushan is seven hundred years old, a cunning and treacherous old man, and it is absolutely impossible for him to confess voluntarily!
"Chief, what should we do? Song Qushan is denying everything. Should we continue the interrogation?"
"Continue the interrogation!"
"Yes, Chief..."
"Just say what you have to say!"
A police officer coughed twice. "Chief, Song Qushan mentioned a mysterious island, and Mo Yin also mentioned a mysterious island. Now it seems she was telling the truth. So, she is now the only survivor and eyewitness in this case. Can we have Mo Yin testify?"
"That's not very realistic!" The bureau chief shook his head.
The police officer looked somewhat gloomy, realizing he had been delusional. It was just a dream, and no court would ever accept a dream as evidence. Even with witnesses, physical evidence was still required.
"Call Mo Yin! Ask her if she has any new evidence!"
police:"……"
Chief, if you call again, not only will my credibility be ruined, but the credibility of our entire police station will be ruined.
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