The interrogation room was dimly lit, with only one lamp shining toward Xiang Wanâs eyes.
The novelâs content about the criminal case completely muddled Xiang Wanâs brain. She was deeply perplexed, her mouth and lips were dry, and she had no idea what was going on.
âThe police suspects that⌠I murdered Mr. Zhao?â
Bai Muchuan did not reply. The two detectives looked at each other with complicated expressions.
âWhere were you between ten to eleven oâclock yesterday night?â
âI was⌠at my rented apartment.â
âIs there anyone who can prove that?â
âI live alone.â
âYou are from Jin City?â
âYes!â
âWhy did you rent an apartment outside when you can live with your mother?â
âIâm an author. I write novels⌠I need, need peace and quiet.â
âWhy?â
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The questions by the detectives were tricky and repetitive. Some questions were totally similar to asking Xiang Wan to prove that her mom was really her mom; she was unable to answer such questions. Moreover, at the time of Zhao Jiahangâs death, she was indeed alone in her rented apartment. She couldnât provide an alibi. Furthermore, the old and shabby neighborhood she lived in had no surveillance cameras at all. There was nothing that could prove she was indeed inside her apartment during that period.
The atmosphere was tense and oppressive.
The air conditioning seemed to have gotten colder.
Xiang Wanâs brain seemed to be buzzing, and her consciousness started to get chaotic. She felt as if she was being dragged into a deep mire for no reason. She could see dark clouds looming over her head as well as the surrounding silt that she could not get out of. She couldnât escape, and there was nothing for her to hold onto.
âDetective comradeâŚâ
When she found her voice again, she noticed that her voice was dry and hoarse, and she felt extremely thirsty.
âI really donât know Mr. Zhao. The police canât convict me just because I wrote a similar story, right? I donât even have a motive to killâŚâ
âYou do,â said Bai Muchuan as he looked at her coldly.
â?â Xiang Wanâs eyes turned red as she looked at the man who was approaching her slowly.
Bai Muchuan stood in front of her and stared into her eyes. âYou want to be famous!â
â?!â His words were like a sharp blade that tore up her wounds. Xiang Wan got so agitated that she almost couldnât breathe. âAre you implying that I want to be famous so I will kill someone for that? In other words, if we have a grudge, youâll be accusing me of something I didnât do, so as to grab the opportunity to have me killed?â
When she said that, she suddenly thought of something.
Did she have a âgrudgeâ with this Detective Bai?
There really might be something that could be counted as a âgrudgeâ.
The still visible bruise on the back of Detective Baiâs hand and her miserable, tragic scream of ârapeââif those werenât grudges, what would they be?
Now that she was unable to prove that she was unrelated to the case, and had seemingly offended someone of authority, he might just really use his position to get even with her.
Xiang Wan was unable to open her eyes due to the blinding light. She lowered her head in silence.
When she stayed quiet, she looked rather lovely and obedient. The long years of living like a female otaku have brought about her fair, delicate complexion, which was now a shade of faint pink due to holding back her anger.
The interrogation room was cold, but the hair which clung to the sides of her forehead was wet.
It was evident that she was nervous and was trying to keep herself composed.
The tall detective who brought her back was called Huang He. He was the most easy-going person in the entire Criminal Investigation Unit.
He could not bear seeing a girl like Xiang Wan, who was full of elegance and grace, looking all pitiful as if she had been wronged. According to his detective instinct honed for many years, Xiang Wan was nothing like the meticulous murderers who would go to great lengths to commit their crimes.
He gave a light cough. âAhem, boss, do you thinkâŚâ
Bai Muchuan swept a glance at him. âSheâs not the murderer!â
The sudden reversal made Xiang Wan raise her head abruptly and stare at Detective Bai as if she had not heard clearly what he had just said.
âA murderer will not have the habit of dialing 110 with enthusiasm,â said Bai Muchuan slowly.
Xiang Wan then realized that when she trapped his hand and called the police, it was not that he lacked the ability to retaliate, but he used that as an opportunity to observe her instead.
Which murderer out there would take the initiative to put their head in the noose?
Never had she felt so rejoiced over calling the police. She finally eased up and realized that even her underwear were drenched in perspiration.
âOf course.â Bai Muchuanâs eyes had a gloomy glint. âShe canât be cleared of suspicion!â
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Xiang Wan leaned back on the chair weakly, famished and dazed. She had an illusion that she had sunk into some unknown abyss.
âI, why canât I be cleared of suspicion?â
Bai Muchuan beckoned Huang He to get up so he could sit opposite Xiang Wan. He took a look at the statement then threw it back on the table. A glittering light from Bai Muchuanâs wrist flickered across Xiang Wanâs eyes.
âSay it!â
Say what? Xiang Wanâs attention was on his cuff. Even though the watch he was wearing was of an understated design, her years of experience dealing with romance fiction told her that the watch had a seven-digit figure of worth. Generally, it was a âfeatureâ that most male leads in romance fictions enjoyed.
What kind of detective is this Bai Muchuan?
Xiang Wan was pressured to the extreme by his menacing eyes as well as the stress brought about by the luxury watch. A man of authority coupled with wealth could get a lot of things done easily. Her brain seemed to short circuit for a moment.
âDetectives, Iâve said all that I can. I really donât know what else I can say.â
Bai Muchuanâs cold eyes narrowed into a squint. âWould the plot in your mind just run off by itself without any reason to kill someone?â
He was right! Although the plot could not run away by itself, but Xiang Wan could have told someone about it!
With his reminder, Xiang Wanâs intelligence had finally been freed from tension. âWhy didnât I think of this earlier?â
Bai Muchuan raised his eyebrows slightly. âThis is why youâre being labeled as a hopeless author.â
Xiang Wan had an animated look of confusion that looked funny.
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She felt a chilly puff of wind, unsure which direction it had come from.
Xiang Wan shivered and began to recall the days where she was completely engrossed in writing her novel.
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Cough! Huang He waited for her to look up and continued the interrogation, âHow many people have you told about the details of the case?â
Xiang Wan slowly raised a finger. âNot a lot.â
Huang He asked, âHm, just one?â
Xiang Wan shook her head. âNo, itâs a group.â
Huang He: ââŚâ
With that, the case seemed much simpler now.
Xiang Wan recalled that she had once sent a screenshot of the detailed outline of the murder case to her group of readers.
Although her works were unpopular, she still had some 200 readers inside her reader chat group, where they chat, clown around, and crack jokes.
How much time would they take if they were to check each and every one of them?
Xiang Wan spent the whole day in the interrogation room.
After she had given her statement, the police told her that she might be âsummoned any time for questioningâ. When she left the Criminal Investigation Unit, the sky was already dark.
She walked down the stairs and looked at the row of street lights outside the building of the Criminal Investigation Unit, feeling slightly lost over losing track of time.
A day spent inside the interrogation room made her feel like she had been cut off from the outside world.
Beep! It was a message from WeChat.
It was from her editor, as well as her cousinââMadamâ Fang Yuanyuan.
Fang Yuanyuan: âSis, where are you? Why didnât you reply to my messages? The number of new subscriptions of âMurder The Dream Guyâ seems pretty good today. But there are some strange comments, you better settle them quick.â
Fang Yuanyuanâs style was always to talk about work first, followed by life.
Fang Yuanyuan: âAnd, donât forget that our youngest aunt has arranged a blind date for you. I heard that the guyâs a good catch. He came back after studying abroad. This time, you better treat it seriously. Go get into a relationship and write me a sizzling novel that will rocket through the chartsâŚâ
Xiang Wan: âOkay.â
It was rare that Xiang Wan did not even attempt to make any retort.
After replying with just one word, she switched her mobile phone to silent mode.
She opted not to take a taxi, and instead walked back to her neighborhood slowly in the warm night winds.
Her rented apartment was not far from the police station. About half an hour later, she was around the vicinity of the neighborhood.
She stopped by the supermarket to get some groceries, exiting with several plastic bags of food. She was about to enter the alley from the bus stop outside her neighborhood when a car suddenly headed directly toward her.
She stayed in an old neighborhood where the alley was dark and the lights were dim.
Screeech! The harsh sound of the brakes startled her, and the bags of groceries she was holding fell to the ground. Meoowww! It also shocked a stray cat that jumped in fright as it almost got killed under the wheels of the car.
She felt the gust of wind that the car brought aboutâshe was just several centimeters away from the car!
Xiang Wan was drenched in cold sweat from fear. That driver sounded nervous as well, âIâm sorry!â
The driverâs a woman? When Xiang Wan wanted to take a clearer look at her, the driver had sped off as fast as she could, as if she might get into trouble if she stayed any longer.
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Xiang Wan was dubious about the woman as she caught a glimpse of her side profile. She suddenly felt an uncanny sense of familiarityâŚ
Why did she have the feeling that the woman seemed familiar?
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