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In the interrogation room.

Lin Zhiyu lay tiredly on the table in the inquiry room and yawned.

After waiting for a while, Zhou Tingyun and another young male policeman walked in.

A cup of warm water was placed next to Lin Zhiyu.

Zhou Tingyun was businesslike, with little emotion on his face, "According to what you told me, you showed up at Li Qingyu's house around 7:30 pm?"

Lin Zhiyu nodded: "Yes."

"But we didn't find any traces of the third person at the scene, let alone blood." Zhou Tingyun said, "We specifically asked Li Zhilong, but he has never seen you."

Lin Zhiyu was very surprised: "He must be lying. Please cross-examine him carefully."

There was curiosity in Zhong Jiamu's words: "Are you sure what you are telling the truth?"

When he heard that Lin Zhiyu reported Yu Shixia's suicide case in the morning that there were doubts about it, he was full of curiosity about this person.

There was obviously no trace of her at the crime scene, and even the surveillance had not found her, but she insisted that she was present at the crime scene.

However, we cannot clearly deny her statement because the details she reported in the crime are indeed correct.

Lin Zhiyu was very sure: "I am sure that everything I said is true." She thought for a while and then said, "Is there a possibility that this is a supernatural phenomenon? Once I am killed at the crime scene, all traces will be erased, including the memories of other people present."

Zhong Jiamu exclaimed: "Wow, aren't you a natural detective talent?"

"Zhong Jiamu."

Hearing Zhou Tingyun call his name coldly, Zhong Jiamu withdrew his fanatical eyes and sat silently recording.

Zhou Tingyun: "Li Qingyu... is the victim. She has also seen you, right?"

"Well, she told me the password to the gate."

"We will make further confirmation after someone rescues him."

Then there were inquiries about other information about the case. After about fifteen minutes, the inquiry ended, and Lin Zhiyu signed the transcript.

Zhou Tingyun stood up and said, "I'll take you back."

Lin Zhiyu straightened up, "Is this good?"

"Do you still want to spend the night here?"

"I don't want to!"

Lin Zhiyu stood up quickly, and when he was leaving, he drank the glass of warm water in one gulp.

According to the confession given by Li Zhilong, Bai Rong and his party have been staying at a mahjong parlor in the north of the city these days.

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