If Zhou Hui accuses me of hurting him, then he must admit that he kidnapped me.

If he doesn't want to implicate himself, he must pretend that nothing happened or push the blame onto someone else, being just a pure victim.

But will he easily let me go? I don't know.

In the interrogation room, the bright light shines on my face.

"Name."

"Zhang Wenjing."

...

During the question and answer session with the police, I ponder whether the next topic should be the psychological state and microfacial expressions of people when lying.

I thought my shoes would get wet this time.

Unexpectedly, the police released me the next day.

"Chen Yin said that the injuries on Zhou Hui's body have nothing to do with him. Zhou Hui insisted that a masked man beat him up. We are still investigating. In any case, it's certain that you have nothing to do with it. Don't be afraid, classmate. Go home and avoid bad luck."

The police advised me.

"Did he say anything else?"

"Yes."

My heart skipped a beat, and the police continued, "He confessed how he stole that female corpse and the method of skinning. We thought we stumbled upon a big case, but it turns out the body was stolen. Oh, your junior initially insisted that you killed someone. We told him that the only female deceased had passed away due to illness and had donated her body, and then he quieted down."

I smiled faintly, "I have submitted the letter of understanding. I'll be leaving now."

I turned around and left.

The sentence I said to Chen Yin before his arrest was:

"Prison is fun. Tell the police that everything has nothing to do with me, and I'll support you from the inside and outside."