The heavy security door closed.
The atmosphere in the room immediately froze, and time seemed to stand still.
In this oppressive atmosphere, Liang Shaokai took a deep breath: "Zhang Shumin, based on our police investigation, we suspect your brother of murdering four people."
"Killed... killed four people? How is that possible!"
Zhang Shumin's pupils violently shook as if suffering from a massive blow, her two delicate little hands anxiously fiddling with her skirt hem.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible, my brother would never kill anyone!"
Tears welled up in her eyes, her face full of anxiety, desperately trying to argue.
Her brother would never kill anyone, absolutely would not kill anyone.
In her memory, her brother didn't even dare to kill a chicken, so how could he kill a person?
Her brother was usually extremely kind and never stirred up trouble unless someone provoked him, then he'd fight back.
But he would never resort to such extreme measures as murder.
