The police smiled without humor, "Are you sure it's the person in the photo now?"
"No..." The man pursed his lips, but as they were too chapped, the action was painful, causing him to furrow his brow and show a fierce expression.
The police squinted at him and said in a low voice, "In the interrogation room, I showed you the same photo."
"The same one?" The man's gaze flickered, evasive, "I...I must have seen it wrong. Maybe I was too scared, too nervous..."
"What exactly are you afraid of?" the police asked meaningfully.
The man didn't answer and lowered his head.
Seeing he wasn't speaking, the police shoved the photo into his hands again.
Looking down, the man saw that the young man in the photo was indeed the murderer he accused.
The man quickly lowered his eyes, not daring to keep looking, as if he feared revealing something.
The police said sternly, "You said he's the murderer, but he claims you are the murderer, so neither of you can be a witness."
