Carl had already thought about his words along the way, "I made an appointment with someone to come over to discuss business, and I overheard someone screaming, very frightened and painful. I rushed in out of curiosity, but the person was already dead. I'm also very sorry.
, something like this could actually happen.”
He spoke very fluently, with almost no leakage, and completely ignored himself.
He wasn't worried at all that his subordinates would betray him, and he didn't even dare to judge him even though he had the handle in his hand.
The interrogators asked a few more detailed questions, and he answered them fluently. His expression was quite calm, without any trace of panic, and he looked like he had done nothing wrong.
The interrogator tapped the table, "Then do you know who the murderer is?"
"Huh?" Carl hesitated, a little confused, "I don't know..."
The changes in his expression were all seen by the interrogators, who shouted coldly, "You are a lawyer. You should know how many years you will be sentenced for concealment."
"The murderer is..." Carl struggled. After weighing the pros and cons, he struggled to spit out a person's name, "Ouyang Yun's wife, Zheng Yuan."
The interrogator quickly wrote down the name and then asked, "Did you see it with your own eyes?"
Carl closed his eyes and calmed down, "No. When I went in, the person was already dead. Zheng Yuan looked panicked and told me that she had committed a murder. I persuaded her to surrender, but she refused and ran away.
Yes, she was confused for a while. I really can’t blame her. I can only blame the man for being too romantic and harming the women around him. I want to be her defense lawyer, and I hope you can agree."
The interrogator was stunned for a moment, looking a little strange, "Are you saying that Ouyang Yun is the original culprit of the whole thing?"
Carl's eyes flickered, hesitating, struggling for a long time, and finally just sighed, "Hey, I didn't say anything."
He said this, but the panic and tangled look on his face told the police the answer.
"What did you want to do at that time? Why didn't you call the police?"
Carl was a little embarrassed, "Well... I was very frightened at the time. My friend was the owner of a teahouse. If something like this happened, he was afraid that the teahouse business would be implicated, so he wanted to take the body out and go directly to the police station.
There was nothing he could do if he called the police. It’s hard to do business these days, so he invested so much money and still hasn’t gotten back his money.”
This explanation was reasonable, and the interrogator frowned slightly, "Is there anything else you want to add?"
Carl thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "No more."
The interrogators looked at each other, wrote down the testimonies quickly, and then handed them to Carl for his signature.
Carl signed his name without hesitation. The interrogator took a look and said, "You have to write a Chinese name. This is in China."
Carl smiled helplessly, "Sorry, I grew up abroad and am used to using English. According to international law, I can use this name everywhere."
He spoke eloquently and plausibly, worthy of being a lawyer. He was smoother than most people and knew the legal provisions better than the police.
Seeing that the interrogator had nothing to say, he smiled secretly and said, "Thank you, can I go?"
The interrogator nodded, "Yes, if you need your cooperation, I hope you can make time to come over..."
Carl said nothing and agreed like a good law-abiding citizen, "Of course, I will definitely cooperate."
When he walked out of the door of the interrogation room, he realized that the clothes on his back were soaked through, which was dangerous.