Bang!
"Wang Qi!"
"On Temple King Mountain, you used the victim's dagger to kill, and your fingerprints are on the handle!"
"At this point, what's the point of denying it?"
Ren Qiang slammed his fist on the table, his voice loud, trying to intimidate Wang Qi.
"Officer, you don't need to scare me."
Wang Qi chuckled with a disdainful expression, "I know what I did myself."
"Either way, it's death. If I did it, I'll admit it. If I didn't, admitting won't help. You still haven't caught the real killer."
Ren Qiang frowned deeply.
From Wang Qi's expression and tone, he could tell the other was likely telling the truth.
But if Wang Qi wasn't the killer, what about the fingerprints on the dagger that killed Zheng Bin?
Was there someone else at the scene?
"Wang Qi, the person who died on Temple King Mountain nine years ago was a police officer."
Ren Qiang's tone softened, "With a murder on your hands, the usual outcome is definitely the death penalty."
