C107 If There Is a next Life I will Kill You with My Own Hands

Another officer came in with a file. "The match results are out," he said.

"Yes!"

The police officer left the interrogation room.

The police officer at the trial looked at the matching results and put them down. He looked at Ling Muxue and said, "Your fingerprints are 99% compatible with the ones on Zhang Ke's dagger, so it should be enough to prove that you killed Zhang Ke's murderer!"

She'd been puzzled when he'd taken her fingerprints, but when she'd told him about Zhang Ke's death, plus the fact that he'd faked the surveillance footage, she'd known that she wouldn't be able to clear her name no matter how much she told him.

This inexplicable crime was like a bolt of lightning to Ling Muxue. She couldn't help but sneer in her heart. She didn't think that Xiao Qinghan would torture her in this way. Once she entered this place, her entire life would be ruined. Besides, she couldn't even get out of here with the crime of murder on her back.

And she didn't want to argue, she didn't want to argue, because even if she tried, it would be useless, she was like a floater that had no power at all.

Finally he put his finger on her confession, and as soon as it was there, she was charged with murder and business fraud, enough to put her in jail, her life ruined by him, her unfulfilled dreams mercilessly cut off.

But what could she do, what could she do, she could never resist him, she was imprisoned in this high-window cage with her hatred.

If there is a next life, I will definitely kill you with my own hands!

...

The torrential rain poured down at night, and the rumbling sound of thunder resounded in the darkness. Bolts of lightning streaked across the sky like sharp swords tearing through the darkness.

Xiao Qinghan, who was on the big bed, suddenly woke up and opened his eyes.

After taking an intravenous drip and resting for a day, his body had recovered quite a bit.

He got up, pulled back the blanket, and walked barefooted into the wide cloakroom. Inside the cloakroom, there was a full-length mirror, a European palace-style fitting mirror.

I went over to open a vintage and ornately carved wardrobe, and was about to reach for a suit when I caught sight of the same wardrobe next door, but this one was wider than the other.

Xiao Qinghan's eyes fell on the wardrobe, and he was stunned for a while before his eyes darkened.

He moved to the wardrobe, slowly raised his hand, and placed it in the slot. When he pushed it open with both hands, he found himself looking at all kinds of luxurious fashion, all of them handmade, each of them showing the owner's dignity and elegance.

Xiao Qinghan continued to open the cabinet next to him. There were all kinds of high heels, boots, each one of them exquisitely crafted, and a famous bag of various styles.

The clothes, shoes, and bags in front of him were so dazzling that they reflected the light of diamonds into his eyes.

All of them were the latest models at the moment. Everything here would be updated every month, and the styles would be different every time.

And it was for her, too, and he just thought that someday she would be able to pick out clothes here, pick out shoes, pick out a bag, and if one day she really lived here, he would want to give her the best, all the best things in the world.

But now, looking at it, it was so ironic.

In front of Ling Muxue, Xiao Qinghan was ruthless and terrible, but behind her was only a fool who loved her and who would rather be tortured until he was bleeding.

"Hold!"

Suddenly, Nalan Jin's voice sounded. The light in Xiao Qinghan's eyes dimmed and he closed the wardrobe. Hearing the sound, Nalan Jin walked towards the cloakroom and saw Xiao Qinghan smoking a cigar on the court sofa.

Nalan Jin walked over and reached out a finger to pick up the cigar from Xiao Qinghan's hand and extinguished it. "If you are injured, you should smoke less."

Xiao Qinghan did not say anything. Instead, he leaned back on the sofa and lowered his eyes as he said in a deep and cold voice, "Didn't I say that you are not allowed to come in?"

Nalan Jin sat opposite him and curled his red lips with a smile that was not a smile, "Is there anything you can't let me see?"

...""

"What is it?" He asked coldly.

"Nothing! I just came here to see if you are going crazy again. I really want to know why you would actually lose your mind like this."

... "" There was no emotion on his cold face.

Nalan Jin looked at Xiao Qinghan with his long and narrow phoenix eyes. His purple pupils flashed with a bright light, his thin, cold, and sexy red lips curled up into a smile that was not a smile. "But I think you look like you're troubled by love."

Xiao Qinghan suddenly opened his eyes, stood up, and looked at Nalan Jin with disdain. He said in a cold and domineering voice, "Nalan Jin, let me warn you, you better not think about my business!"

Nalan Jin only smiled gently, "Of course!"

As Xiao Qinghan took a step forward and left, Nalan Jin's evil voice sounded behind him. "Han! You have to believe that we are on the same boat. I just want to remind you that no matter what the reason is, you should restrain yourself. "

The next day.

Ling Muxue was sitting on the cold floor. She was still dressed in a thin hospital gown and a yellow vest. She buried her head between her knees, and this continued for the entire night. Just then, the iron door suddenly opened. "Someone from No. 104 has come to visit."

Ling Muxue raised her head and two policemen came in to help her up and led her to the cell.

Yin Xiaoxiao, Su Mei was in the cell. Looking at Ling Muxue's pale and extremely tired face, there was no light on her face. Her face was covered in dead ashes.

"Muxue!"

"Ms. Ling!"

Yin Xiaoxiao and Su Mei exclaimed.

"Please take a seat."

The three of them looked at each other through the thick glass. Yin Jing looked at Ling Muxue and could not help but feel an indescribable heartache. She did not know why her tears would fall like this. She picked up the walkie-talkie, "Muxue..." Her voice was a little choked up and she could not say a word.

Ling Muxue only looked at her and smiled. "Xiao-Xiao is fine. Don't cry anymore." Her voice was very weak.

"Muxue...What the hell is going on? Why would they say that you killed someone and... what business crime? This...What the hell is going on?" Yin Xiaoxiao choked with sobs, unable to articulate her words.

"Nothing's going to change now that Xiao-Xiao's done it," she said, because she'd made a fingerprint and was waiting for the final judge.

"What do you mean by it can't be changed? You didn't kill anyone at all? This is simply framing!" Yin Xiaoxiao said with some excitement.

"Ms Ling! What is going on? I don't believe that you would kill someone. What is going on?"

Ling Muxue lowered her head and the tears in her eyes could not help but fall onto the windowsill." I'm sorry for making you worry." She reached out her hand to wipe her tears and looked up at the two of them." "I really want to spend the rest of my life here. Xiao-Xiao, I'll be counting on you to take care of my mother and Yiyue. Please don't tell them, especially my mother. She tried her best to stop her tears from falling, but they kept flowing down.