She placed the incense in an inconspicuous corner and walked out of the door.
She nodded towards the woman standing outside the door, "The evidence chain is sufficient, she has no chance to turn over."
Shuyang said gratefully: "Just think of it for Zhou Tingting, for Xiaoying, for Zhu Jie, and for those who have been harmed by her."
The policewoman smiled calmly, "Isn't it for you?"
Shuyang was stunned for a moment, and saw her former self in a trance. She chuckled and said, "It's also for myself."
She turned around and left. The falling snow on the trees had not melted yet. She wrapped her coat tightly and got into the warm car.
Shu Mian handed her a cup of hot water and said, "Is it ready?"
Shuyang nodded, "It would be better if it was true."
Inside the detention room, it was dark. The policewoman closed the door, leaving only a yellowish light, which was so weak that she could not see clearly anything several meters away.
Wen Zhan rubbed her eyes. She wanted to sleep, but she couldn't sleep at all. Being sleepy could not eliminate the fear in her heart, the fear of prison life.
She sat up and touched the cold wall. Her heart was still anxious, hoping for a miracle to happen.
Just as she was thinking wildly, a gust of cold wind blew by. She turned around suddenly and seemed to see a figure standing outside the iron fence.
She shuddered, "Who?"
No one answered, but the figure did not disappear and approached her. She hid back in fear, "Who? Who are you?"
Under the dim light, she seemed to see Xiaoying who was supposed to die in the Songkiri Island Hotel. She was coughing sickly, as if she wanted to cough out her lungs.
"You! Get out of here!" Her face turned pale.
Shuyang's words before leaving still echoed in her ears, she saw it, she saw it!
"I didn't harm you. You committed suicide yourself. I gave you the money. Your mother is still receiving treatment in the hospital. Don't harm me. It's all of your own free will!" She kept chattering.
She fell to the ground, and someone fell in front of her. The woman was lying on the ground, covered in blood.
That broken face is Zhou Tingting!
"Ah! Help!" She got up from the ground frantically, and then shook the iron railing vigorously.
The strange thing was that all the staff on duty were gone, as if she was the only one left in the huge detention room.
In the darkness, she seemed to see the woman getting closer and closer.
She hid in a corner in fear and cried helplessly. Is this a nightmare or a hallucination?
Outside the detention room, the policewoman sat on the steps, listening to the various shouts inside.
She has professional ethics, but she doesn't want to apply them to this person.
Under the accusations of various evidence witnesses, Wen Zhan's true face has long been exposed.
Therefore, she acquiesced to Shuyang's visit to Wen Zhan, and also helped light the incense stick that easily caused hallucinations.
The best psychologist in Nancheng had just given Wen Zhan some psychological guidance, and shown him photos to strengthen his memory, and finally this incense stick.
In despair, Wen Zhan still thought of grabbing a glimmer of hope, but unexpectedly, Shuyang gave her a heavy blow.
The police station was dark, the trees were covered with unmelted snowflakes, and the moon hung in the night sky.