The person next to you is often regarded as the prime suspect in a murder case.
The woman in the interrogation room was timid and cowardly, her white neck trembling with tears.
No one would rank her among the murderers.
Except Liao Hansheng.
As the federal government's most ruthless prosecutor, he doesn't rule out any possibility.
Who knows if she is pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger.
All-round surveillance was quietly launched.
Cooking, arranging flowers, and taking care of housework, Jiang Ruyun's life is regular and peaceful.
Liao Hansheng looked at the weak smile on the woman's face with cold eyes until her hands soaked in rose dew pinched the corner of his uniform and begged him to do a small favor.
Ridiculous, he wanted to see what kind of trick he was playing.
It was supposed to end there when the water pipes were repaired.
But Liao Hansheng did not leave as scheduled.
He sat on the mat crocheted by the woman's own hands, tasted the food, admired the flowers, and smelled the fragrance. Everything was as expected, and the fatigue of many days was gone.
But when he heard her mention her late husband in a nostalgic tone, he suddenly raised his eyes and met those hazy tearful eyes.
The cup in his hand suddenly shattered. He looked at the woman who was as panicked as a frightened deer and lowered his voice.
"Ms. Jiang, I will compensate you with a new one."
Before that, he called her Mrs. Yang.
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Colleagues felt that Prosecutor Liao was too aggressive towards Mrs. Yang and decided to talk to him.
He hurriedly pushed open the office door and saw documents rushing towards his face. He heard a calm "Get lost."
In the blurred vision, a woman was protected in the arms of a prosecutor who had always been cold-blooded.
The only thing that could be seen clearly was the woman's right hand, which was propped on the table. There was a red mark on the wrist.
Cold sweat covered his body, and his colleague noticed in horror that the first time he saw this mark was on Mrs. Yang's hand.
As well as the photo that someone just sent anonymously, this hand is holding a knife and inserting it into the body of the dead Mr. Yang.
Intention: The Tao lies in the ants
