I didn't die.

I'm back.

The psychiatrist and the police surrounded me, and their expressions didn't look good.

"Now you can believe me." I was momentarily confused, but quickly remembered everything. "I said I didn't kill anyone."

The look in the policeman's eyes changed from suspicion to pity.

In fact, they could tell from the autopsy results that Liu Lin was scared to death.

Other than that, there were no external injuries. How could they accuse me?

Just because I was the one who took Liu Lin to that murder house?

No, there's another reason. That murder house is my home. My mother died there, and later my stepfather died too. The house has been abandoned for decades.

Now Liu Lin is dead too. It really is an ominous place.

But I showed them the chat records. It was Liu Lin who kept pestering me and begging me to take him along.

Because I deliberately boasted in front of him that I made 500,000 in six months from it.

He's an idle and spendthrift unemployed person. How could he resist?

So, he died, and I became the prime suspect.

To clear my name, I confessed and told them everything that happened to me in that murder house.

But they didn't believe me, so I voluntarily underwent any investigation, including hypnosis.

Fortunately, it proved my innocence.