"Are you... Willing to believe a mentally ill person?"
Lin Qinghe sat in a wheelchair and stared blankly at the blue sky outside the window, his eyes full of confusion and sluggishness.
The door to the ward opened, and Mu Ziqi walked in wearing a police uniform and holding a record book. He looked at Lin Qinghe and sighed deeply, turned Lin Qinghe in a circle, took a stool and sat opposite him and said, "Lin Qinghe, do you have anything else to say or add now?"
Lin Qinghe did not react, just lowered his head and said nothing. After waiting for a while, Lin Qinghe still did not give any reaction or answer.
Mu Ziqi sighed softly and reached out to touch Lin Qinghe's hand, but as soon as he touched his hand, Lin Qinghe immediately took it back like an electric shock. At the same time, his eyes widened and his whole body began to tremble. Suddenly he held his head with both hands and screamed in agony and fell to the ground.
Mu Ziqi jumped up and shouted, "Doctor! Doctor, come quickly!"
Lin Qinghe, who was lying on the ground and curled up, made unclear pronunciations in his mouth.
"No... No... It wasn't me... It wasn't me... I didn't kill him... It wasn't me"
Intention: Light will always come, justice will always defeat evil