Chapter One Thousand and One

'Gotta find a way to get out of this place, not stay here for long!' Qing looked around the interrogation room, this place is not a suitable place to get out, not only are there several cameras monitoring without dead ends, but there are special personnel in the small room separated by mirrors to supervise everything, but this is not without the possibility of escape, but it has not reached that time, and it is necessary to wait for the heat of becoming the main suspect to drop, and the intensity of supervision is gradually relaxed.

Qing pondered for a moment and stood up, walked to the mirror and carefully touched the mirror, this action was not a big deal in the eyes of the person on the other side of the mirror, but before they knew it, there were already hints of magic entering their brains through the time. The weirdness of mental magic is that there will be no symptoms that affect life until the 'fuse' is lit, and these hints will become subconscious lurking, waiting for the opportunity.

After doing everything, Qing stretched his waist and yawned, it was not early at this moment, and the sleeping habits developed in the past ten years of ordinary life were inevitably a little unchangeable. Returning to the chair and continuing to sit, after a while, the Tsuchiya police officer opened the door and returned to the interrogation room, his eyes flashed with doubt, and the frown made his whole face look like a wrinkled, in fact, it was a very tangled expression, like locked in a secret room, and he also held the key in his hand, but he didn't know how to open the door.

"Mizuno has already learned your confession, and relying on the fingerprints from the scene and some scattered small evidence, you did spend the night in the health room. But these can't prove that you didn't go out to kill people halfway, but it does prove that you are in school, and you have something to say now. Tsuchiya sat back in his chair with his notebook in hand, and this time he simply smoked without hesitation. It seemed that he was in a dilemma position, with evidence in hand, but the evidence was not very convincing.

Qing Chang sighed and leaned back in his chair in frustration, "What else can I say?" I've already said everything I can say, but what else can you ask? Everyone knows in their hearts, and right and wrong show that I am not guilty. You know you have to believe the evidence, but all you have is a general and unreliable rumor that forcibly implicates me, and I am convinced that I have something to do with it. Now it's not that I'm running out of words, it's that your clues are broken, and now ask me in turn, what's the point of intent clichés? “

Tsuchiya was speechless, took off the cigarette butt, and the whole person looked so tired, and a self-deprecating smile hung on his face, "Hehe~ What can we do." Every time the scene of the murder is turned upside down, no clues can be found, public opinion and superiors continue to pressure to solve the case as soon as possible, and all the police officers in my group have not closed their eyes for almost two days for this matter! And this time, I finally found such a special case of you, but after a day of hard work back and forth, the clues were so broken! Who is going to consider my feelings, this kind of case that has no breakthrough at all, even if my whole group wants to break their heads, it is impossible to come to a reason! “

Qing stared at the man with a completely changed temperament in a blink of an eye, and he didn't know if it was because he was too tired and his temperament had changed greatly, or if he was overwhelmed by his spirit. However, after he came out like this, this whole thing subtly had a perfect opportunity to get out, taking advantage of the situation at these two ends to create an opportunity.