"What... what are you talking about, something about murder?"
Zhang Chaoqiang remained calm: "I don't understand what you're talking about."
"You don't understand?"
Sun Jun picked up a file folder on the interrogation table: "Zhang Chao, our country's law is lenient to those who confess, but strict with those who resist."
"Since we were able to catch you, it means we have evidence in our hands."
"If you keep this attitude, then I think we have nothing more to discuss."
"This is the record from when you reported your wife's murder back then."
"According to your statement at the time, on the day of the incident, you came home from work as usual, opened the door, and smelled blood, then saw your wife lying on the bed bleeding in the secondary bedroom."
"Then you didn't enter the room, and reported it right away."
"...these details...I don't remember very clearly, at the time...maybe I was too nervous, it's possible I forgot..."
Too nervous?
