"Mr. Zhou, Mrs. Zhou, these are all the investigatory findings."
In the police station, Xia Lu was dumbfounded.
"No, that's not right. She told me herself that someone had instructed her to do it, what he said isn't the truth."
"Regarding this, we have also conducted an investigation, and it's a lie Feng Chuan made up to deceive his wife. The real motive for the crime is clearly written here," said the police.
"That's impossible," Xia Lu stated firmly, "Shortly after my incident, I received blackmail photos showing me at the time of my kidnapping. If he really acted spontaneously for fear of being discovered and ran away, how could there have been time to take photos?"
"This could be a personal quirk."
Hearing this, Xia Lu was at a loss for words, and she couldn't believe how hasty the police were handling the case. With facts right in front of them, how could they believe a criminal's full-of-holes statement?
Turning to look at Zhou Mingchen, he appeared utterly serious.
