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ten minutes later.

The four policemen sat down together and started chatting in the office.

"It's really messy."

"We caught everything and asked questions. Didn't everyone think of this result? The clear questions are all messed up."

A policeman took a look at the table next to him and thought, "This is what you found there. We also find a lot of strange things on our side."

"A lot? His wife can't handle it anymore?"

"His wife didn't do anything, but let us discover something else."

"Don't sell the pass."

"It's simple, their husband and wife are not in harmony."

"What questions have you asked? Have you asked them all?"

"No, no, it is obvious."

"Good, great. If you find something interesting, say it quickly. Don't ink it."

"You asked me to say that I couldn't say it, but you'll definitely understand it when you hear it. It's funny and weird to say. I'll release it now and we will feel it."

One of the four policemen took out the voice recorder and pressed the button above.

Inside the recorder is a recording, which begins to play.

. . . . . .

"I'm sorry, I brought you in your company. Thank you for helping us investigate, we need to know about your husband."

"Ok."

"Is your husband not working on June 3?"

"Yes, my stomach hurts, he came back to show me the doctor."

"Excuse me, what happened to him after he came back?"

"No exceptions."

"Did you find that the car was broken?"

"I was driving, and the car crashed. Did my husband commit a crime? Is it a big deal?"

The policeman frowned slightly. "You are here to answer the question, not to us. We must doubt you. You and your husband colluded in advance to confess."

"why?"

"We asked you to come to find evidence, but I need to tell you the following things. Have you ever thought about it, you are making these testimonies for us now. Will it completely affect our judgment? Your husband has admitted that he has killed, Why are you carrying it? If you are misleading us, we have the right to imprison you. "

"Wait he kills? Does he still admit it?"

The two policemen smiled at each other, and one whispered to the other, "Go ahead, add another fire."

"Yes, he admitted all. If you continue to falsify these testimonies that make us unable to believe your testimony, we will also accuse you of obstructing justice. Although it does not constitute a crime, we can detain more than 5 days and less than 10 days of."

"I knew it was wrong."

"Well, we hope you can confess your next words. And be responsible for every sentence and every word you say next."

"I understand, it was he who told me to say this."

"Does he mean your husband? What did he tell you to say?"

"I don't know anything. Will murder be sentenced to death? These are all things he forced me to say, I am innocent."

"Can you tell us what happened? How did he force you?"

"Can I ask who he killed?"

"This?" The two policemen looked at each other, but didn't know how to answer.

"A colleague? Has it been thrown into the sea? I know he and his colleague have been misunderstood? It must have been him."

"Excuse me, can we know what he is forcing you?"

"He beat me, he was violent every day. He has a bad temper, and I don't doubt that he killed."

"Your answer is getting more and more strange. Are there any contradictions between you and your husband? Can you explain, what did he force you to do? This is the question we asked, we don't need you to answer what we didn't ask."

"He forced me to force him. He told me not to answer anything. I have said everything now, and I hope he gets the punishment he deserves."

"Okay, then the next question. Is your relationship bad, right?"

"No, it's fine. No, Mr. Police, you will be punished if you make a mistake. I'm doing it for him. If he kills, what should I do? I don't know anything, I didn't tell him Gang. "

One of the policemen covered his ears and whispered, "Ask the small clinic."

"Sorry, didn't you have a stomachache on June 3? What hospital did you go to?"

"I'm sorry I forgot. He alone refused to take me to the big hospital. There are so many small clinics nearby. I really forgot."

The policeman whispered in another ear: "Don't ask, it's worthless. I'm a little bit doubtful, is this a wife? How is it worse than killing his father and his enemies, is it because his husband is wearing a hat?"

"I'm sorry, you said your husband abused you before. I want to ask him why he treats you like this, why would he receive a phone call back to take you to the clinic on the way to work?"

"No, no, Mr. Police. He may be sick and capricious."

"But how do we listen, I think you are the problem. You said your husband beat you, right? Is there bruising?"

"I said that he is a capricious man. He hasn't beat me in a long time."

"We have recordings and transcripts here, you just said he beat you every day."

"Yes, I mean he beats me every day. It's not heavy, but there is no trace of it every day."

Hearing that the policeman said to another policeman beside him, "Don't ask, it doesn't make sense."

Another policeman nodded his head and said, "Thank you for your cooperation, we will analyze what you said."

"Okay, can I go now?"

"By the way, can we go to your house for evidence tomorrow? We need to borrow your computer to investigate the data, and the vehicle's driving recorder."

"Isn't this a problem? Can I go back now?"

. . . . . .

The police pressed the pause button of the recorder.

"What do you hear about it again?"

"The husband and wife are not in harmony? Is this her husband wearing a cuckold?"

"You are the same as I thought, I really want him to die earlier."

"This wife was okay when she didn't know anything. She knew that her husband had committed something and wanted him to die."

"Have you ever thought about recording these recordings to her husband to see what his expression is?"

"Is this the most poisonous woman's heart? I used to think that two people would have communication. I also wanted to break this communication logic, but I didn't expect it to be the result.

"I think it must be a woman who wears a green hat to the man. Isn't it time to kill the man this time?"

"Don't guess, ask for evidence."

"Speaking of evidence, I'm so confused now. Should we follow his wife directly to get the driving recorder and computer data? Try to solve the case earlier."

"Wait, did his wife let go?"

"It must have been released and sent away early."

"If she had a conflict with the suspect, wouldn't she let her destroy the only evidence now that she was going back?"

"Evidence? Any other evidence?"

"Computer backup and driving recorder, you idiot finally told her to take it tomorrow. Isn't this going to let her go back to destroy? If this is really destroyed, what will happen to this case?"

The four policemen almost sat up from their chairs.

"I called her wife."

"It should be back now, not chasing."

. . . . . .

Half an hour later, the police came to the parking lot and found the car.

The driving recorder has been removed, but the traces of the installation are very obvious.

"It was taken down."

"A big deal."

"Go up to find someone, I'll get the car's evidence first."

The police ran breathlessly and rang the doorbell, and my wife opened the door naturally.

"Hello, we came up for evidence."

"You just asked me about the computer by phone, and I wanted to turn on the computer to help you find it. I just went home and found that the computer is broken. It is estimated that it has been useless for too long," said his wife.

"Miss, you have the obligation to convict you of obstructing your official duties."

"How? A woman knows what computer, if it breaks, it is broken. Because my computer is broken, you will convict me?"

"What about the driving recorder? Why is the driving recorder on the car gone."

"What driving recorder?"

"Please go with us again."

"What did I do?"

The two police officers rushed up, and one of them said: "There are obvious signs of the installation of the driving recorder on your car. You said that there is no driving recorder. You are affecting our investigation of your husband. Take a trip. You have constituted an obstruction of justice, stop fighting the police. This crime is more serious, I hope you can understand. "

At this time, the two policemen who had collected the car downstairs also came up.

"You keep it down, we stay and investigate."

Then look for more than ten minutes.

One found the driving recorder in the spare room.

Another observed the computer for a long time, and then opened the computer.

"Is the computer broken?"

"Broken, traces of violent knocking. It is estimated that the motherboard is deformed and the problem is not big."

"Can it be fixed?"

"No need to repair, just remove the hard drive and bring it back."

. . . . . .

I waited anxiously for four hours, the police opened the guard door for me.

"Mr. Jock, you can go."

"Why? Is the matter clear?" I said.

"We will temporarily cancel the identity of your suspect, but please do not leave this city. We will summon you at any time, please cooperate."

"Did my wife prove it for me?" I said.

"It seems to be the opposite. Your wife is going to be imprisoned by us for ten days for violating justice. I want to tell you that you still have to be careful about your wife."

"Why?" I said.

The policeman smiled and said nothing.

I left the police station with my head down, with a smile on the corner of my mouth.

I successfully blinded the real evidence in the hands of the police, and my wife succeeded in making the police believe the forged evidence.

Ten days later, at home.

The wife returned home, and I prepared a candlelight dinner.

"My wife, I know I was wrong." I lit the candle on the table.

"Things are over, it's worth it for me to change you for the next half of my life for ten days." The wife said with a smile, her mouth slightly upturned.

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