Rebirth of a wealthy family: the chief supernatural sweetheart

The police did not expect that the thin and small Mo Shangzhe would be able to grit his teeth and persevere, refusing to admit that he killed someone.

The higher-ups have also been following the progress of this intentional homicide case. It has been almost two weeks since the incident.

In the interrogation room that day, the sound of punches and kicks resounded throughout the room.

"Cough, cough, cough." Mo Shangzhe fell to the ground and couldn't help coughing up a few mouthfuls of blood. The stick hit him in the stomach, and he, who hadn't been able to eat well for many days, was beaten so badly that his stomach bleeds.He was in burning pain all over his body. He couldn't dodge the opponent's beating, and he collapsed on the ground. His eyes, which had been tearing for several days, were dry and swollen.

"Would you like to admit it or not? If you confessed earlier, you would have avoided these beatings." The policeman roared angrily.

Mo Shangzhe fell to the ground without a single intact part of his body. He was so painful that he couldn't lift his fingers, and he couldn't make any sound from his hoarse throat.

The policeman squatted on the ground and put a piece of paper in front of him, shouting loudly: "Don't waste our time, it won't help if you keep silent like this, just admit it!"

Mo Shangzhe's head was swollen and his eyes were blurred and unfocused. Seeing his indifference, the police felt annoyed.The police didn't expect Mo Shangzhe's mouth to be so harsh, no matter how much he was beaten and scolded these days, he still remained indifferent.

The policeman thought of the solution he came up with yesterday, and he didn't bother to continue to toss. He grabbed Mo Shangzhe's scarred hand and pressed it on the red ink pad, and then took that hand and pressed it on the paper.

A red handprint appeared on the paper, and the policeman spit and cursed: "I wish I had figured out a way earlier, I'm so exhausted, it's finally over." After speaking, he took the paper and walked away.

The iron door was slammed and locked, and Mo Shangzhe, who was lying on the ground, looked at the figure who turned and left, and a hazy scene appeared in front of his eyes, as if he had seen the scene where he was at home before.

He saw his young self playing happily with his parents in the back garden. He saw his kind grandpa holding his little hand and writing with a brush. He saw his relatives and friends cast strange eyes on him. He saw The early death of his parents, he saw the cold face of his grandfather who was always smiling, he saw the ridicule of his relatives and friends, he saw his loving grandfather sent him to the countryside...

He has seen a lot, his past, his happiness, his sadness, his inferiority complex, his pain, and now he is desperate.

Mo Shangzhe didn't know how he became a murderer, but he knew that he would be punished by law if he confessed his crime with his thumbprint on the paper.

Although Mo Shangzhe didn't want to die very much, he thought of what the housekeeper Lao Wang once said: "Our Mo family has a reputation in the circle. If there is such a 'monster' in the family, how will the outside world talk about the Mo family? It's a disgrace to the Mo family. In order not to be ashamed and to let others think that the Mo family is cold-blooded, so, this kid was "distributed to the frontier" by the master."

Grandpa really doesn't want himself anymore, why doesn't he come and see Ah Zhe?Does he know that Ah Zhe is arrested now?Will he be sad?Does he still feel that he has disgraced the Mo family?Mo Shangzhe thought in despair.

A policeman brought food over and put it next to Mo Shangzhe. Seeing the scars on his body, he couldn't help sighing, and said with emotion: "Oh, it's so pitiful. You said that this child has provoked someone, why did he spread it all over?" on this sort of thing.”

"Shh, don't say what you shouldn't, be careful that walls have ears. No matter how pitiful this child is, we have no ability to save him." The other scolded in a low voice.

The policeman pursed his lips in dissatisfaction and said, "It's really disgusting, a little child is being tossed like this by them, and I feel uncomfortable when I think that this child has been sentenced to death."

"That's enough, that's it, well, let's go to our own lives, let's go." The policemen put down their meals, closed the iron gate and left.

Mo Shangzhe, who was lying on the ground unable to move, clearly heard the conversations of the policemen. He thought that he lived a very tiring and uncomfortable life every day, being bullied, discriminated against, and ridiculed in various ways.

The death penalty, Mo Shangzhe didn't know what the death penalty was like, but when he heard the death sentence, he knew he couldn't live.

Mo Shangzhe closed his eyes in desperation and some relief. The desperation was because he was about to bid farewell to this world, and he would never see his grandpa again.The relief is because he can finally not have to live this kind of life anymore, he can go underground to reunite with his parents.

Mo Shangzhe's dry eye sockets couldn't help turning red, and tears ran across his dark face...

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Yan Qiaoxin, who was being interrogated at this time, didn't know how Mo Shangzhe was treated, but she knew that Mo Shangzhe must be in pain.

Seeing that Yan Qiaoxin was speechless, the policeman couldn't help but continued proudly: "Isn't it, you are speechless, you didn't see that Wang Dandan was not strangled to death by Mo Shangzhe, why do you think he wasn't a murderer?" murderer."

Yan Qiaoxin raised her cold eyes, and instead of answering the policeman's question, she asked instead, "What is the cause of Wang Dandan's death?"

The police didn't expect that Yan Qiaoxin suddenly changed the subject and asked herself the question. Didn't she know the cause of Wang Dandan's death? Why did she ask herself again?Although the policeman didn't answer, he still replied: "Wang Dandan was strangled by the murderer and died of suffocation."

"Then how do you know that Wang Dandan was strangled to death by the murderer?" Yan Qiaoxin continued to ask.

The policeman looked at Yan Qiaoxin as if you were an idiot, and said, "Her face is bruised and black, and there are finger marks on her neck. It is obvious that she was strangled and died of suffocation."

Due to suffocation, a large amount of carbon dioxide is retained in the human body, so the skin and mucous membranes are usually blue and black.

The police are a bit confused about the current situation. Obviously he is the policeman Yan Qiaoxin and the suspect, why is it that Yan Qiaoxin is interrogating him now?

"Since she was strangled to death, and there are obvious finger marks on her neck, are you sure the finger marks on her neck match Mo Shangzhe's fingers?" Yan Qiaoxin asked sharply with raised eyebrows.

The policeman couldn't help but widen his eyes. He didn't expect Yan Qiaoxin to discover this. The finger marks on Wang Dandan's neck were relatively large, which were obviously the handprints of an adult man.Mo Shangzhe is still a sixth grade pupil, his palms are not that wide, which completely proves that Mo Shangzhe is not a murderer.

The policeman avoided Yan Qiaoxin's eyes in a panic, and said hesitantly, "I, I don't know what you're talking about."

"You know what I'm talking about." Yan Qiaoxin sneered and said, "It seems that you really tortured Mo Shangzhe, and you said he pleaded guilty, hum! I suspect that Mo Shangzhe was tortured into tricks!"