Chapter 1213 What Are You Burning?

Maupassant looked at Huang Ling coldly: "What are you burning?"

Huang Ling was distraught: "Burning something makes me sad."

"Huang Ling, Mo Jingkai called you over and forced you to leave his son. In a fit of anger, you killed him, right?"

"Do you think I have that ability? Mo Jingkai doesn't like me in the first place. He looks at me with a thorny look. Wherever I go, I see something. Do you think I have a chance to make a move?"

Huang Ling was very sad. She didn't expect that Maupassant would ask her this.

What's the meaning?

When he asked her this, did he also think that she killed his father?

"After you separated from Mo Jingkai, where did you go and what did you do?" Maupassant asked coldly.

Huang Ling's tears kept flowing, "School, dormitory."

"I heard from your classmate Xu Lingling that your behavior and behavior in the dormitory were different from usual. Did you kill someone and were afraid, so you packed your bags and fled?"

When Huang Ling heard this, she suddenly laughed sarcastically, scolding her as she laughed, looking very distressed.

She looked at Maupassant sadly: "Escape? What if I really kill people and want to escape, will I wait until now? Are I going to pack my luggage?"

"..."

"Maurpassant, isn't your father a soldier? The reaction ability of a soldier should be better than that of a weak woman like me, right? He is not very old and has not retired yet. Do you think I can kill him? Also, you are not a Wise man? Based on what you know about me, would I kill your father? Evidence?"

Huang Ling glanced at him and the two policemen coldly, and sneered, "The so-called knife with my fingerprints on it is evidence? The so-called seeing me in the surveillance video at that time means that the person is me. Killed? Has the forensic doctor given the result? "

Huang Ling pointed to the knife on the table: "Is the wound on the deceased really caused by this knife? When I bought it in the supermarket, there were a lot of them hanging like it, right?"

Huang Ling looked straight at Maupassant: "Do you really believe that I killed your father with a knife?"

Maupassant was expressionless: "What matters before the law is evidence."

Huang Ling sneered: "It turns out that the so-called evidence of your crime team is just like this. How can it be so different from the suspense movies and TV series about investigating crimes that I have watched?"

"Huang Ling, are you questioning our ability to do things?" The female police officer stared at Huang Ling sternly.

Huang Ling frowned, and Maupassant's performance made her sad.

Maybe, he had sex with Aina, tried Aina's taste, and became obsessed with her taste, so he didn't care about her anymore.

The evidence was arrayed in front of him, and he also believed that she had killed someone...

Maupassant had done this to her, and she didn't hate these policemen even more.

She looked at the policewoman amusedly: "It's not about questioning, it's about your poor ability to do things! Don't worry, I believe that Gu Yanhao and Song Wuyou will not ignore this matter. If they find out the real culprit, it will be proven Because of my innocence, I will definitely let Gu Yanhao cut off your jobs!"

After saying that, Huang Ling looked at Maupassant indifferently, with an expression like "Morpasson, you make me feel very chilled."

Maupassant pursed his thin lips tightly and looked at Huang Ling deeply.

His eyes showed no much emotion other than the pain of losing his father.

When the two police officers heard what Huang Ling said, they felt that she was exaggerating.

Although Gu Yanhao is the president, he probably won't personally investigate the murderer in this matter.

Otherwise, what are these people used for?

Moreover, the evidence is already in front of us, Huang Ling is the murderer!