Chen Fan was stunned and whispered: "Yes."

“Have you ever been to Wulong Mountain?”

"No." Chen Fan immediately shook his head, his movements much faster than before, and obviously more intense.

Then he started to defend: "Wulong Mountain is a nature reserve, I will definitely not go there. I will just walk around my house."

However, Liu Jinghui had a stern look on his face and said in a deep voice: "You have never been to Wulong Mountain? We found a mineral water bottle with your fingerprints in Wulong Mountain."

Only then did Chen Fan suddenly remember that he was arrested because of his fingerprints, and his face suddenly turned pale. At this time, he suddenly wanted to rush out, but after struggling, he felt that his hands and feet were tied.

His back felt cold, his face turned pale, and he looked at the large words in the interrogation room: Leniency for those who confess, severity for those who resist.

He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "I, I..."

"Let's think about it before we talk." Liu Jinghui had already sensed some of Chen Fan's thoughts through his expression. At this time, he saw that he wanted to lie, so he interrupted him directly.

Chen Fan remained silent.

Liu Jinghui allowed the atmosphere in the interrogation room to condense. After a while, he asked softly: "How many have you killed?"

Chen Fan's heart trembled and he became extremely panicked.

"If you didn't tell me, I would have counted everything on you..."

"That won't work!" Chen Fan felt that he had figured it out. He swallowed and said cautiously: "I'm just an errand boy. Really, I should be considered a witness, the kind that taints the witness."

There is no concept of tainted witnesses in China. Liu Jinghui naturally did not explain much, he just looked at Chen Fan and said, "Then what did you see?"

"Just... I saw them killing people." Chen Fan's voice was low, but his emotions were extremely strong.

Chen Fan also accumulated great psychological pressure after witnessing the murder.

Jiang Yuan was standing outside the interrogation room at this moment, watching the surveillance video, seemingly listening calmly, and turning a pen in his hand very neatly from time to time. His fingers were long and slender, and he turned the pen like a fan disk.
Chapter completed!