My Hidden Wife is Sweet

Watson looked at Ji Fang for a long time, glanced at the psychologist and said, "Mrs. Ling, we are done."

Ji Fang stood up and said, after the worker untied her hands and feet and removed the equipment on her head, "Mr. Watson, we are just as sad as Cayman Dorrans that Weiwei died, but you can't suspect us as the murderers."

"Why not?" Watson laughed and said, "Before she died, you were the ones who interacted with her the most and you were also the ones who benefited the most from her death."

"Where is the evidence?" Ji Fang asked.

Watson approached her and looked down at Ji Fang.

"If I had evidence, I would not be interrogating you but instead killing your entire family."

Ji Fang said, "Go ahead, we hope to find the murderer as soon as possible."

Having said those words, she walked out of the lab.

After she left the room, Ling Yan came in to be interrogated.

Watson glanced at the psychologist and asked him to ask his questions.

The psychologist glanced at the questions he had prepared and turned to Ling Yan, who was ready to answer them.

"Miss. Ling, you and Gu Weiwei were very good friends?"

Ling Yan said, "We were sworn friends."

"Then do you remember what her favorite food is?"

Ling Yan thought for a while. "She liked western-style dishes."

The lifestyle in A Land was a bit weird, so she was right.

"What about her favorite color?"

Ling Yan said, "Pink, pastel pink, blue, purple, green and other sweet colors."

After all, they had known each other for so many years, she easily knew the answers.

But why were they asking such irrelevant questions?

"When she was in a coma, you seemed to visit her often. Did you want her to wake up?"

"Of course I wanted her to wake up. She is my best friend." Ling Yan replied.

"At that time, did you ever think about transplanting her heart to yourself?"

"No." Ling Yan answered briefly.

"Not at all?"

"Not at all." Ling Yan denied.

"What were you thinking when it was announced that her heart was to be transplanted to you?"

Ling Yan said, "I was very sad, so sad that I fell sick. When I woke up, the heart transplant operation was over."

Of course, she had done this on purpose so that she would not have to worry about anything else.

But now Weiwei had been dead for so long and yet someone was still investigating her death.

Watson raised his hand to tell the psychologist to stop asking her questions and stood in front of her.

He looked intimidating and said, "But I suspect that her brain death at the hospital is not because of the worsening of her injuries but because of you and your mother. Do you think that I am being suspicious?"

"My mother is her attending doctor and I had her heart transplanted into me after she died, that is understandable." Ling Yan did not defend herself.

Over the past few days, she and her mother had done many mock exercises.

She could not refute the key question.

The more she tried to defend herself, the more guilty she would look.

Anyway, they were just threatening her, so she could deduce that they were only trying to get some information out of her.

Also, she was in a state of low blood sugar and so her pulse and heart rate were not fluctuating too much.

"Alright, you can leave now." Watson said.

Ling Yan waited for the staff to remove the equipment and walked out of the lab calmly.

Seeing the door close, Watson asked the other people who were responsible for recording the changes.

"What are the results?"