Upon hearing this, Guo Yong, sitting opposite, shuddered as though hit by an electric current.
He instinctively pointed at his own chest, his lips slightly quivering, disbelief and panic written all over his eyes.
He almost blurted out, his voice trembling: "Murder? What murder?"
"Officer, have you made a mistake?"
"I'm an honest farmer, too scared even to kill a chicken; how could I possibly commit murder?"
The more he spoke, the more agitated he became, "In the dead of night, you brought me here without a word, accusing me of murder?"
"You're slandering me! Slandering me!"
Mr. Qin watched him impassively and slowly stood up.
He picked up four printed photographs from the table — images of the deceased Wang Xiu, crucial evidence in the case.
He said nothing but slapped the photos onto the table before Guo Yong, coldly asking: "Do you recognize this woman?"
The moment Guo Yong's gaze touched the photos, he seemed nailed to the chair.
