Chapter 1214 Huang Ling, Don’t Be Afraid!

Maupassant looked at Huang Ling for a long time, then stood up and said to the two policemen: "Interrogate her well."

"Stop interrogating me and just imprison me." Huang Ling said suddenly.

Maupassant paused slightly, frowned, and looked at Huang Ling coldly.

Huang Ling didn't look at him very much. Instead, she looked at the two policemen in front of her calmly and said, "After asking and asking, you all think that I killed him. No matter how much I say, it's useless. Even after asking about my ancestors, Eighteen generations, you still think that I am the murderer in the end, and I will still be detained."

Huang Ling looked contemptuous: "It's no wonder that you can't really solve the case. Your time is not used to find the murderer, but to torture. You don't know whether you will be beaten to death in the end and use torture to force the prisoner to confess. All the charges you have laid against him."

When the two policemen heard this, their expressions changed slightly.

The policewoman slapped the table, and a sudden sound sounded.

Huang Ling lowered her eyes and did not look at them.

The female police officer stared at Huang Ling rudely: "During the interrogation, you'd better be polite!"

Huang Ling took a deep breath and slowly raised her head.

Her eyes were not looking at the policewoman, but at Maupassant.

At this moment, she stopped crying.

Wet eyes looked at Maupassant with a hint of indifference and a hint of hatred.

When Maupassant saw the look in her eyes, his heart skipped a beat, and then he twitched.

He pursed his lips and his eyes were deep.

In the end, he didn't say anything, turned around, and left.

The moment he closed the door, Huang Ling's heart seemed to sink to the bottom of the sea.

In his heart, there were waves of long-lasting pain.

The interrogation continued, and Maupassant walked out of the crime squad office building.

His face was very gloomy.

When he returned home, he found his father, Mo Jingkai, sitting on the sofa with his head raised.

The blood flowing from his throat stained his clothes and the sofa where he sat——

Mo Jingkai is a soldier, his reaction ability is more sensitive than ordinary people, and his awareness is also higher than ordinary people.

But when faced with the assassin who assassinated him, he had no time to resist... The opponent was a master!

For a person with Mo Jingkai's status, the only person he wanted to kill was Li Chongjin——

Of course Maupassant knew that Huang Ling was not the murderer. That stupid woman didn't have the guts or the ability to kill a man with one knife.

But currently, he is still under investigation...

The police, based on the current evidence, can only identify Huang Ling as the murderer and detain her.

He was cold to her because——

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That afternoon, Gu Yanhao, Song Wuyou, and Liu Fengfeng came to City A.

Huang Ling, who was imprisoned in the detention center, was brought back to the interrogation room.

This time, it was Gu Yanhao and Song Wuyou who "interrogated" Huang Ling in person.

In the detention center, Huang Ling sat on the ground and cried all the time. Her tears dried up and her eyes were red and swollen.

Seeing her like this, Song Wuyou felt extremely distressed!

Her first sentence was to comfort her: "Huang Ling, don't be afraid! We believe in you. You are so kind and will not kill anyone!"

Huang Ling, who had dried up her tears, couldn't cry anymore even if she felt distressed.

She didn't cry or laugh, just like this, she calmly faced Gu Yanhao and Song Wuyou.

Gu Yanhao looked at Huang Ling and asked, "Do you hate Mo Jingkai?"

Huang Ling shook her head, her face turned pale, and she said calmly: "I don't hate him. Although he doesn't like me dating his son, I don't hate him because he is Maupassant's father."