Feeling Xia Sanghuan's gaze, the police officer looked up and met her eyes in the rearview mirror.
"I have objections."
"I need to contact my family."
She said to him righteously.
However, the police officer wasn't convinced.
"Save your words until we get to the police station, little girl."
He sneered at her contemptuously.
"However, it's quite vicious of you to do such a thing at such a young age."
"What do you mean?"
Hearing his words, she frowned.
"There's no result yet, and you've already decided that I'm the murderer?"
Facing her indignation, the police officer didn't pay much attention.
He turned his head and refused to communicate with her anymore.
Seeing his attitude, she got even angrier.
She opened her mouth, wanting to say something more.
"You..."
But before she could utter another word, the police officer impatiently waved his index finger at her.
"Little girl, I advise you to stop talking."
"After all, every word you say to us now could get you charged with deceiving the police."
"If that happens, your sentence will be even heavier, and it'll be even harder for you to get out."
He gave her a threatening look, indicating for her to shut up.
Xia Sanghuan bit her lower lip tightly to keep the swear word from coming out.
When they arrived at the police station, she was escorted in by the same police officer in the same manner.
The last time she came here, she was the victim.
She forced herself to calm down to ensure that she wouldn't be tricked by their word games during the interrogation later.
But when she saw the man who had caused all this, she still couldn't help glaring at him menacingly.
Unlike the way he had forced her at the beginning, the man was now cowering, like a deflated ball.
The two of them were locked in different rooms, which blocked Xia Sanghuan's gaze that wished to devour the man alive.
"I want to call my father."
As soon as she was pushed into the room, the girl quickly blocked the door that was about to close.
She stuck one foot in the door gap, leaving the police officer on the other side helpless.
"I want to call my father!"
Seeing that the police officer didn't respond, she raised her voice and said it again.
"We'll help you contact your family. All you need to do now is wait!"
"Wait for what? Wait for my conviction?"
She scoffed disdainfully.
"Don't you guys know very well whether it's my fault or not?"
Hearing her words, the police officer obviously paused for a moment.
Then, he roughly pushed her into the room.
"Stay here quietly, or you'll suffer later!"
After saying that, he left, and his back even seemed a bit like he was fleeing.
So there really is a problem?
She glanced at her wrists.
Normally, whether she had killed someone or not, as a suspect, she should have been handcuffed.
But she wasn't.
She was just escorted here and then locked in the room.
If the people on the other side were normal police officers, it would only take a moment for her to be released.
But they weren't.
They were obviously hired actors.
Her eyes darkened, and she began to think of ways to save herself.
They said they would contact her family, but she estimated that her father wouldn't even know about this until the end.
She tried to turn the doorknob, and as expected, it was locked.
She then turned around and tried to open the window, but it was also locked.
Even if it wasn't locked, there were bars outside the glass.
It was obvious that they wanted to lock her up for good.
But what's the point of locking her up? Even if they didn't take the initiative to contact her family, her second brother would come out to look for her after knowing that she didn't return home at night.
With the influence of the Leng and Fu families, she didn't believe that she, who was completely innocent, would be locked up forever.
So they must be trying to get something from her.
This conjecture was soon confirmed.
After about half an hour, a female police officer opened the door.
She gave Xia Sanghuan a cold look.
"Come with me."
The girl walked over, wanting to see what tricks they were up to.
Then, she felt a cold sensation on her wrists.
With a crisp click, she was handcuffed.
Her face instantly darkened.
Noticing her expression, the female police officer threatened to knock on the keys.
"Don't try to pull any tricks."
"We can charge you with assaulting a police officer for any unnecessary actions."
She wanted to refute, but finally held it back.
After all, she was now in the enemy's lair. Saying more was useless and might even bring unnecessary trouble to herself.
She silently followed the female police officer forward, observing the surrounding environment as she walked.
Unlike last time, there weren't many people in the police station today.
But it was a weekday, and it shouldn't be like this.
Before she could figure out the reason, she was taken into an interrogation room.
The female police officer pressed her onto a chair and then put down the table board on the chair.
In this way, her movements were completely restricted.
In front of her was a huge glass wall, and it was a one - way glass, so she couldn't see clearly what was on the other side.
She glanced at the female police officer, who seemed not to notice her and left after finishing her work.
Not long after she left, a male voice suddenly came from the loudspeaker on the wall.
"Suspect No. 1883, can you hear me?"
She looked up at the glass wall, pursed her lips tightly, and didn't say a word.
Seeing that she didn't respond, the man on the other side tapped the microphone in confusion and blew a few breaths.
"Hello, hello."
"Suspect No. 1883, can you hear me?"
"Please cooperate with the interrogation and investigation as soon as possible, otherwise we will continue to detain you on the grounds of refusing to cooperate!"
Just these few sentences exposed the clumsy acting on the other side.
Sure enough, these police officers weren't real police officers.
"I can hear you."
She moved her lips and said into the microphone on the table board.
"If you can hear me, respond. Are you mute?"
The voice on the other side was full of impatience.
"Suspect No. 1883, I'm asking you, have you had any contact with the deceased?"
"Yes."
"Do you know the deceased or his son?"
"No."
Facing these nonsense questions, she frowned.
"Then have you done anything that was unfavorable to the deceased's condition?"
"No."
Her voice was low, but her expression was firm, showing no sign of nervousness at all.
"Suspect No. 1883, confess and receive leniency; resist and receive severity."
"You're still young, and you'll have plenty of opportunities in the future."
"If you report all your actions truthfully, we can still plead with the higher - ups to reduce your prison sentence."
Facing the joking advice on the other side, she let out a sneer.