At this moment, a knock on the door sounded.

A female detective with short hair entered, giving Captain An a signal.

Captain An glanced at me, then got up and left.

The short-haired female detective brought me a glass of water and kindly said, "Miss Shen, if you need to use the restroom, I can take you."

I shook my head, "Can you get me a pack of cigarettes?"

A few minutes later, I took the cigarette handed to me by the short-haired female detective, took a deep drag, the cool menthol smoke enveloping my throat, the nicotine briefly calming my tense nerves.

Unconsciously, I smoked half a pack.

Approximately 4 hours later, Captain An returned.

He held a file bag, glanced at the scattered cigarette butts, pulled a chair and sat across from me, smiling, "Miss Shen is a singer, aren't you afraid of damaging your voice by smoking like this?"

I exhaled smoke, pushed the remaining cigarettes into the ashtray, "Just a flash in the pan washed-up singer, it doesn't matter."

Captain An stared at my hands, "From the beginning, I noticed Miss Shen has been rubbing her palms on her skirt, are you sweating or nervous?"

I quickly lowered my eyes, avoiding Captain An's probing gaze, "I think anyone here would be nervous."

Captain An folded his hands, "According to the information we have, you often secretly enter and exit Penglai Bay No. 1, which is a high-end residential area in the city, where the owners are either rich or noble. Miss Shen, what were you doing there?"

I bit my lip, no need to ask, it must be the old busybody who reported me.

"Um..." I quickly organized my words, unconsciously grabbing my skirt, "I, I'm a singer, I often have some performances and work there."

Captain An smiled, "According to our technical team's investigation, your husband Xue Ze frequently dialed three phone numbers before he went missing, one was yours, the second was Zhao Peng, and the last one was a female college student named Luo Yin."

I suddenly looked up, "Luo Yin? Which Luo?"

Captain An squinted, "The 'luo' as in camel, the 'yin' as in lush grass, a very unique name. Miss Shen, do you know her?"

Trembling, I picked up the cigarette, took a drag, unexpectedly choked, turned my head and coughed violently, "No, no, I don't know her."