In the dim interrogation room, Li Kui said in a deep voice, "I admit...… After hitting the person, I transported the body to the back mountain and disguised it as a hanging...…"
Suddenly, he shuddered, his bloodshot eyes opened wide, "But I really didn't know the girl was still alive at the time! When I hung her on the tree branch, I clearly..."
Wang Yang closed the notebook, leaving deep ink marks on the paper with his pen.
The veteran detective exchanged a weary glance with Zhou Yong beside him.
It is estimated that the driver in front of them may never understand that it was his hasty decision that turned an ordinary traffic accident into an unredeemable tragedy.
At the time, if he had called 120, or even if he had just stayed at the scene...what awaited him now would at most be a sentence of less than three years.
Three in the morning. As Wang Yang pushed open the iron door of the interrogation room, the cool night breeze carrying the scent of gardenias surged in.
